Chapter 662: Not Waiting (R18)

Hearing this guttural roar, Cynthia didn’t hesitate, deepthroating her dear husband’s cock all the way to its base in one go and then holding on for dear life as thick ropes of hot, viscous cum burst forth from it.

*Splurt~! Splurt~! Splurt~!*

The ejaculation was way stronger and lasted far longer than normal.

Even the volume was significantly higher than Cynthia was expecting, a testament to just how ’enthusiastic’ Nathanial was feeling right now. It was like a damn had burst and everything he had stored up was flooding out all at once.

Again, it would have been impossible for an ordinary mortal man to produce such force or volume, but one should not underestimate a Martial Adept’s physical specs.

For a moment, Cynthia wondered if she really could ’take it all’, but after a good 10 seconds, she felt the throbbing sensations in her throat begin to slow, a clear sign her husband was running out of ammunition.

Decades of experiences had taught her what to do next.

Sucking harder than ever, Cynthia swiftly pulled her head back until only the very tip remained in her mouth.

It was still splurting out, but the strength of the stream had decreased to the point where she could take a mouthful of it, swallow, then repeat before any of it spilt.

Another few seconds later, Nathanial’s cock, and the rest of his body for that matter, finally stopped twitching.

*Gulp!~~*

"Ahh..." Cynthia licked her lips and used a bit of Spirit Qi to gather every last drop of her husband’s seed before swallowing it down, letting out a long breath after as her chest heaved up and down from the effort.

Despite her high cultivation, and the slight chilliness of the royal bedchambers on this cold winter night, Cynthia was already sweating quite a bit, causing a faint sheen to appear on her skin.

Her lingerie top had also become more translucent thanks to the moisture and was clinging even tighter to her body than before.

She was a beautiful hot mess as she sat there on the carpet, her legs having given out at some unknown point, causing her to collapse to her knees.

Nathanial wasn’t doing much better as he staggered back a step, feeling more drained than he had in very a long time.

Perhaps the last comparable experience was that blissful night 7 years ago, but what had taken Cynthia only one blowjob tonight had taken all 3 of his wives several rounds back then before he had felt this same weakness in his legs.

After taking a moment to catch their breath, the husband-and-wife couple looked up at each other and smiled.

"That was..." Nathanial began, then trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what he was feeling right now.

"Was?" Cynthia, on the other hand, latched onto his statement and questioned pointedly, "You’re not planning on ending things like this, are you, Nathan?"

Before the poor man could even get a word out, the little fox sensually crawled forward on her hands and knees, seized the prize she desired, and gave it a playful kiss.

Feeling the stiffness of the rod, and the heat radiating from it like it was made of hot iron, Cynthia grinned delightedly. It seemed that even after releasing one of the biggest loads she had ever seen from him before, her husband was still primed and ready to go.

This was another huge advantage Cultivators had; remarkable stamina, endurance, and regenerative abilities.

As long as they had enough energy and sustenance, a Low-Rank Martial Adept like Nathanial could heal themselves from most minor injuries within a few hours.

Independently growing a new arm or surviving their heart being pierced through wasn’t possible for lower-level Spirit Realm Cultivators, but nasty gashes, broken bones, or other serious injuries that would cripple an ordinary Mortal for life could generally be recovered from within a month.

Now, what did that mean when it came to intimate activities?

For women, it meant it took way more rounds before soreness or exhaustion set in. Their bodies could also produce far more ’lubricants’ to help keep things moving smoothly.

For men, better regenerative capabilities meant that they too didn’t need to stop after just one or two rounds; after all, if one could rapidly recover their blood, producing other essential fluids filled with vitality naturally wasn’t a problem either.

Put simply, just like how True Cultivators could fight at peak intensity for hours on the battlefield, sex was also not an activity that concluded after just 10 to 20 minutes with half that time being spent on foreplay.

That said, as much as Nathanial had enjoyed his wife’s ’service’ just now, he was eager to move on to the main event.

Thus far, Cynthia had been in total control of the evening, and though he was perfectly fine with that up until now, the King had reached the limit of his tolerance and decided to take charge.

And so, before she could sink her teeth into his meat again, Nathanial grabbed his lovely wife by the shoulders and swept her up off the floor, drawing a playful ’Kya!~’ from her lips as he slung her over his shoulder and dashed across the room.

Seconds later, Nathanial tossed Cynthia onto his massive, luxurious bed.

His intention had been to return the favour she had just shown him by stuffing his face into her puffy lower lips, but when the King saw his wife lying there, illuminated only by the pale-blue light of the winter moon, her shapely legs split apart, her towering peaks rising and falling in time with her laboured breath...

Fuck it! I’m not waiting!

Pouncing on top of her, Nathanial desperately kissed her lips, then her neck, then continued trailing down, heading straight for her breasts which he fully intended to devour.

Unfortunately, there was still a thin, silky blue layer of cloth in his way.

Sitting back up on his knees, Nathanial took in the sight of his Third Wife again and truly felt it would be a shame to remove her new lingerie; however, he had urgent business with the parts of her body they were concealing, so he swiftly reached out in an attempt to tear away both her babydoll and panties, but Cynthia blocked his attempt.

Seeing the questioning look on her husband’s face, and the burning flames of desire in his eyes, Cynthia simply shook her head, "You like them so much, it’d be a shame to take them off so soon. Besides, there’s no need for that..."

As she spoke, she used one hand to gently pull down her top, exposing her perfectly rounded breasts. At the same time, her other hand made its way to the paradise between her legs and pulled aside the last veil hiding her most precious treasure.

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Spreading the puffy pink lips of her clean-shaved pussy with her fingers, showing off just how wet for him she had become, Cynthia smiled seductively up at Nathanial and whispered, "See, my love?"