Chapter 2059: 2059
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
Dyon body laid straight upon a soft bed, his eyes looking up at a well decorated ceiling. But, he would be lying if he said he could pay attention to the intricate design and architecture of the curved wall above.
Every so often, his body would quiver, before seizing. Out of context, it almost looked as though the mighty Leader Sacharro was having a seizure.
A light giggling could be heard between his legs, causing Dyon's teeth to clench. His wives had always made fun of him for his odd leg twitching habit, but even with his control over his body, he couldn't stop it.
At that moment, the duvet that covered his legs up to his torso shifted as a petite mound rose. In the slight darkness, one could see two beautiful silver-blue eyes, blinking innocently. It wasn't until the covers fell entirely that a scene that could make any man or woman's blood rush could be seen.
Ri laid on her stomach between Dyon's legs, uncontrollably giggling at her husband's odd posture. He arms and legs were spread out like a starfish, his muscles contracted to their absolute limits. It looked like he was doing his best to control himself.
Ri, however, was having a grand time. Her small hands wrapped around her husband's shaft, delicately pecking it with kisses in between her giggles. Her frame was so petite in comparison to Dyon's that one of her hands could only make it three quarters of the way around, not to mention the long shadow it cast along her flawless face.
As if that wasn't enough to drive Dyon insane, her tails engulfed the bed, gently c.a.r.e.s.sing his body. It felt as though he was floating on a cloud. With each passing moment, the heat emitting from his lower body grew.
Dyon's gaze shifted from the feeling, looking toward his wife's teasing expression, but the sight made blood rush to his nose. Every so often, her tails would shift just enough to reveal a plump bottom of soft flesh. Because her legs were waving back and forth cutely, slight ripples would cause it to undulate, causing Dyon's c.o.c.k to grow another size.
Ri's small tongue sn.a.k.e.d forward like a venomous viper, lightly tapping the mushroom shaped tip of Dyon's rod, not seeming to be in a hurry to do much of anything else.
"As long as you admit that you're a pervert, I'll let you do whatever you want…"
'This little vixen.' Dyon raged in his mind.
"I - … am a wholesome man of character." Dyon said through gritted teeth.
He had expected to toss Ri into bed and have his way, but what would have been an easy task had suddenly turned into this torture session. He couldn't very well abuse his power to force his wife, now could he? In the end, he was too soft hearted.
"Ai, they don't see me as the leader of this household, they see me as nothing more than a toy to be used and abused. May the Heavens be my witness." Dyon shifted his gaze back to the ceiling, lamenting pitifully.
Maybe it was a coincidence, but when Dyon finished speaking, a crackle of lightning shone as thunder rumbled. A comfortable rain began to fell that made him feel quite cozy. In fact, he felt he had never been calmer in his life. Days like this were truly a blessing.
In his youth, he would always stay inside, tinkering with his gadgets. Rain gave him an excuse for his seclusion other than loneliness. Even now as he m.a.t.u.r.ed, he still had that same feeling despite no longer being that lonely boy.
Ri giggled at her husband's words. Truth be told, she was only teasing him so much to enjoy the view of his tensed body. At the sight of his chiseled, well proportioned strength, an uncontrollable wetness spread between her legs.
At that moment, the doors of the chamber clicked open. But instead of being shocked or angry, Ri and Dyon actually smiled as a violet haired beauty walked in. Who else could it be if not Madeleine? Only Dyon and his wives could come to this place freely.
Madeleine's brows raised at the funny scene before her, before her expression settled into a light smile. Feeling a fire light beneath her belly button, her robes silently slipped to the floor before she crawled onto the bed to Dyon's side.
The heat emitting from Dyon's nether regions grew another level, his arm wrapping around Madeleine soft waist.
He wasn't going to allow these vixens to tease him any further. White flames burst from his body, coating every inch of the room. But instead of burning… it couldn't have felt more comfortable.
The breathing of his wives turned burdensome. Ri didn't have the heart to tease any longer as she crawled up from her position between Dyon's legs, a faint m.o.a.n escaping her soft pink lips as she slipped his heated rod between her moistened lower pink folds.
Ri's petite body quivered before she could make it even halfway down. But, she had no time to rest as Dyon used his free arm to grasp her waist, piercing her completely.
A silver haired beauty on top of him, sharing his c.o.c.k. A violet haired beauty to the left of him, sharing his lips.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Dyon body laid straight upon a soft bed, his eyes looking up at a well decorated ceiling. But, he would be lying if he said he could pay attention to the intricate design and architecture of the curved wall above.
Every so often, his body would quiver, before seizing. Out of context, it almost looked as though the mighty Leader Sacharro was having a seizure.
A light giggling could be heard between his legs, causing Dyon's teeth to clench. His wives had always made fun of him for his odd leg twitching habit, but even with his control over his body, he couldn't stop it.
At that moment, the duvet that covered his legs up to his torso shifted as a petite mound rose. In the slight darkness, one could see two beautiful silver-blue eyes, blinking innocently. It wasn't until the covers fell entirely that a scene that could make any man or woman's blood rush could be seen.
Ri laid on her stomach between Dyon's legs, uncontrollably giggling at her husband's odd posture. He arms and legs were spread out like a starfish, his muscles contracted to their absolute limits. It looked like he was doing his best to control himself.
Ri, however, was having a grand time. Her small hands wrapped around her husband's shaft, delicately pecking it with kisses in between her giggles. Her frame was so petite in comparison to Dyon's that one of her hands could only make it three quarters of the way around, not to mention the long shadow it cast along her flawless face.
As if that wasn't enough to drive Dyon insane, her tails engulfed the bed, gently c.a.r.e.s.sing his body. It felt as though he was floating on a cloud. With each passing moment, the heat emitting from his lower body grew.
Dyon's gaze shifted from the feeling, looking toward his wife's teasing expression, but the sight made blood rush to his nose. Every so often, her tails would shift just enough to reveal a plump bottom of soft flesh. Because her legs were waving back and forth cutely, slight ripples would cause it to undulate, causing Dyon's c.o.c.k to grow another size.
Ri's small tongue sn.a.k.e.d forward like a venomous viper, lightly tapping the mushroom shaped tip of Dyon's rod, not seeming to be in a hurry to do much of anything else.
"As long as you admit that you're a pervert, I'll let you do whatever you want…"
'This little vixen.' Dyon raged in his mind.
"I - … am a wholesome man of character." Dyon said through gritted teeth.
He had expected to toss Ri into bed and have his way, but what would have been an easy task had suddenly turned into this torture session. He couldn't very well abuse his power to force his wife, now could he? In the end, he was too soft hearted.
"Ai, they don't see me as the leader of this household, they see me as nothing more than a toy to be used and abused. May the Heavens be my witness." Dyon shifted his gaze back to the ceiling, lamenting pitifully.
Maybe it was a coincidence, but when Dyon finished speaking, a crackle of lightning shone as thunder rumbled. A comfortable rain began to fell that made him feel quite cozy. In fact, he felt he had never been calmer in his life. Days like this were truly a blessing.
In his youth, he would always stay inside, tinkering with his gadgets. Rain gave him an excuse for his seclusion other than loneliness. Even now as he m.a.t.u.r.ed, he still had that same feeling despite no longer being that lonely boy.
Ri giggled at her husband's words. Truth be told, she was only teasing him so much to enjoy the view of his tensed body. At the sight of his chiseled, well proportioned strength, an uncontrollable wetness spread between her legs.
At that moment, the doors of the chamber clicked open. But instead of being shocked or angry, Ri and Dyon actually smiled as a violet haired beauty walked in. Who else could it be if not Madeleine? Only Dyon and his wives could come to this place freely.
Madeleine's brows raised at the funny scene before her, before her expression settled into a light smile. Feeling a fire light beneath her belly button, her robes silently slipped to the floor before she crawled onto the bed to Dyon's side.
The heat emitting from Dyon's nether regions grew another level, his arm wrapping around Madeleine soft waist.
He wasn't going to allow these vixens to tease him any further. White flames burst from his body, coating every inch of the room. But instead of burning… it couldn't have felt more comfortable.
The breathing of his wives turned burdensome. Ri didn't have the heart to tease any longer as she crawled up from her position between Dyon's legs, a faint m.o.a.n escaping her soft pink lips as she slipped his heated rod between her moistened lower pink folds.
Ri's petite body quivered before she could make it even halfway down. But, she had no time to rest as Dyon used his free arm to grasp her waist, piercing her completely.
A silver haired beauty on top of him, sharing his c.o.c.k. A violet haired beauty to the left of him, sharing his lips.
Dyon body laid straight upon a soft bed, his eyes looking up at a well decorated ceiling. But, he would be lying if he said he could pay attention to the intricate design and architecture of the curved wall above. Every so often, his body would quiver, before seizing. Out of context, it almost looked as though the mighty Leader Sacharro was having a seizure. A light giggling could be heard between his legs, causing Dyon's teeth to clench. His wives had always made fun of him for his odd leg twitching habit, but even with his control over his body, he couldn't stop it. At that moment, the duvet that covered his legs up to his torso shifted as a petite mound rose. In the slight darkness, one could see two beautiful silver-blue eyes, blinking innocently. It wasn't until the covers fell entirely that a scene that could make any man or woman's blood rush could be seen. Ri laid on her stomach between Dyon's legs, uncontrollably giggling at her husband's odd posture. He arms and legs were spread out like a starfish, his muscles contracted to their absolute limits. It looked like he was doing his best to control himself. Ri, however, was having a grand time. Her small hands wrapped around her husband's shaft, delicately pecking it with kisses in between her giggles. Her frame was so petite in comparison to Dyon's that one of her hands could only make it three quarters of the way around, not to mention the long shadow it cast along her flawless face. As if that wasn't enough to drive Dyon insane, her tails engulfed the bed, gently c.a.r.e.s.sing his body. It felt as though he was floating on a cloud. With each passing moment, the heat emitting from his lower body grew. Dyon's gaze shifted from the feeling, looking toward his wife's teasing expression, but the sight made blood rush to his nose. Every so often, her tails would shift just enough to reveal a plump bottom of soft flesh. Because her legs were waving back and forth cutely, slight ripples would cause it to undulate, causing Dyon's c.o.c.k to grow another size. Ri's small tongue sn.a.k.e.d forward like a venomous viper, lightly tapping the mushroom shaped tip of Dyon's rod, not seeming to be in a hurry to do much of anything else. "As long as you admit that you're a pervert, I'll let you do whatever you want" 'This little vixen.' Dyon raged in his mind. "I - am a wholesome man of character." Dyon said through gritted teeth. He had expected to toss Ri into bed and have his way, but what would have been an easy task had suddenly turned into this torture session. He couldn't very well abuse his power to force his wife, now could he? In the end, he was too soft hearted. "Ai, they don't see me as the leader of this household, they see me as nothing more than a toy to be used and abused. May the Heavens be my witness." Dyon shifted his gaze back to the ceiling, lamenting pitifully. Maybe it was a coincidence, but when Dyon finished speaking, a crackle of lightning shone as thunder rumbled. A comfortable rain began to fell that made him feel quite cozy. In fact, he felt he had never been calmer in his life. Days like this were truly a blessing. In his youth, he would always stay inside, tinkering with his gadgets. Rain gave him an excuse for his seclusion other than loneliness. Even now as he m.a.t.u.r.ed, he still had that same feeling despite no longer being that lonely boy. Ri giggled at her husband's words. Truth be told, she was only teasing him so much to enjoy the view of his tensed body. At the sight of his chiseled, well proportioned strength, an uncontrollable wetness spread between her legs. At that moment, the doors of the chamber clicked open. But instead of being shocked or angry, Ri and Dyon actually smiled as a violet haired beauty walked in. Who else could it be if not Madeleine? Only Dyon and his wives could come to this place freely. Madeleine's brows raised at the funny scene before her, before her expression settled into a light smile. Feeling a fire light beneath her belly button, her robes silently slipped to the floor before she crawled onto the bed to Dyon's side. The heat emitting from Dyon's nether regions grew another level, his arm wrapping around Madeleine soft waist. He wasn't going to allow these vixens to tease him any further. White flames burst from his body, coating every inch of the room. But instead of burning it couldn't have felt more comfortable. The breathing of his wives turned burdensome. Ri didn't have the heart to tease any longer as she crawled up from her position between Dyon's legs, a faint m.o.a.n escaping her soft pink lips as she slipped his heated rod between her moistened lower pink folds. Ri's petite body quivered before she could make it even halfway down. But, she had no time to rest as Dyon used his free arm to grasp her waist, piercing her completely. A silver haired beauty on top of him, sharing his c.o.c.k. A violet haired beauty to the left of him, sharing his lips.
