Chapter 539 - 536: Satiated

Chapter 539: Chapter 536: Satiated

As they chattered on, the cubs asked her to sing one moment, then begged for thrilling adventure stories the next.

Bai Wanwan showed not a hint of impatience. With a gentle smile always on her face, she indulged their every whim, softly fulfilling the little ones’ requests.

Chou Rong stood to the side, watching the heartwarming, picture-perfect scene before him. Even his usually stern and serious expression unconsciously softened.

He knew this wouldn’t be over any time soon.

Though the heat in his blood hadn’t fully subsided and he desperately wanted to take his mate right away, as a Father Beast, it wouldn’t be right to compete with the cubs for their Mother’s attention. He could only rein in his impatience, leaning against a nearby tree trunk to wait.

He watched his mate, as if he could never get enough of the sight of her.

After a long wait, footsteps sounded in the distance. A male Beastman approached, stopping under the tree to call out respectfully, "Clan Leader... there’s a situation I need to report."

Bai Wanwan heard him too. She looked up at Chou Rong and said, "Yin Ze is guarding nearby, so I’m perfectly safe. You don’t have to stay with me. Go take care of clan business."

She could see Yin Ze in his Phoenix form, perched quietly on a branch of another large tree in the distance, keeping watch over the area.

At this, Chou Rong mulled it over for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, I’ll be right back. You spend some time with the cubs, and if you get tired, go back to our home and rest. I’ll return soon."

He bent down and pressed a restrained kiss on her smooth forehead, then ruffled the cubs’ little heads. Only then did he turn, nimbly leaping down from the ancient tree and leaving with the other Beastman.

After Chou Rong left, Bai Wanwan patiently played with the cubs for a good while longer, stroking their fur.

She played until all the little ones were tired out, sprawling against her or in her lap, and had drifted into a deep sleep with soft little snores.

She carefully stood up, carried the cubs to their treehouse lined with soft furs, and watched over them for a little while longer. She felt a little sticky and uncomfortable from the sweat she’d worked up running around and playing.

She decided to wash up and change into some comfortable clothes.

She went alone to the bathhouse behind their stone home, which was fed by a natural hot spring.

Billowing steam filled the stone chamber, carrying the faint scent of sulfur.

She slipped out of her clothes and sank into the warm water, letting out a contented sigh.

The warm currents enveloped her weary body, soothing the aches and pains of her pregnancy.

She leaned back against the smooth wall of the pool, her long hair fanning out in the water, and closed her eyes, savoring the moment of peace and relaxation.

After some time, the bathhouse door was pushed open gently, and the sound of familiar, steady footsteps followed.

A small smile touched Bai Wanwan’s lips, but she didn’t turn around.

The newcomer walked up behind her. She heard the soft rustle of furs falling to the floor, and then a pair of large, calloused, yet warm hands, damp from the steam, settled on her smooth, rounded shoulders. They began to knead gently, with just the right amount of pressure, helping to relax her tense muscles.

Bai Wanwan hummed in contentment, raising a hand to cover his. She opened her eyes and tilted her head back to look up at the handsome, powerful face behind her. "Finished with clan business already? How are you back so soon?"

"Yes. It was a minor issue, so I came right back," Chou Rong’s voice was deeper and huskier than usual.

As he spoke, he stepped into the hot spring with a long stride, the warm water instantly rising past his firm abdomen and chest.

The next moment, he placed a large hand on her waist—softer now due to her pregnancy—and effortlessly lifted her onto his muscular thighs.

The water in the hot spring began to ripple...

The steam from the hot spring had flushed Bai Wanwan’s face a rosy pink, and her eyes shimmered with moisture. She looked like a ripe, tempting peach, waiting to be plucked.

Chou Rong’s breathing instantly grew heavy. The desire he had long suppressed erupted from the depths of his eyes like a volcano; he could hold back no longer.

He lowered his head and captured her lips—more flushed and inviting than ever—in a deep kiss, one filled with an almost predatory intensity and the longing he had held back for so long.

His calloused palm roamed over her smooth, delicate back, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Wanwan tilted her head back, accepting his passionate, domineering kiss. Her arms wound around his neck of their own accord as she responded with equal fervor.

Soon, the temperature in the tranquil stone bath chamber seemed to climb even higher.

Through the billowing steam, a blush-inducing medley of sounds could be heard—suppressed gasps and soft splashes of water, all intertwined.

Chou Rong’s movements were at times a tempest, filled with pent-up longing and domineering possessiveness; at others, they were a gentle spring shower, the very picture of tender affection. Each thrust felt as if it were meant to claim her very soul.

Under his powerful yet delicate assault, Bai Wanwan had already melted. She could only cling weakly to his sturdy arms, rising and falling with his rhythm, her consciousness fading as soft, kitten-like whimpers escaped her lips.

An unknown amount of time passed. Only when the moon began to set in the western sky did Chou Rong let out a deep, satisfied groan and finally, slowly, come to a halt.

Sated, he held his mate—limp in his arms, the corners of her eyes flushed red—tightly in his embrace. He lovingly peppered her sweaty temples and slightly swollen lips with gentle kisses.

After a few moments of tender cuddling, Chou Rong fetched some warm water and a soft fur towel. He meticulously cleaned her body, his every movement cautious and gentle, as if he were handling a priceless treasure.

Then, he wrapped her up snugly in a large, thick fur, scooped her into his arms, and carried her steadily up the stone steps. He gently laid her down on the wide stone bed, which was piled high with soft, thick furs.

The moment Bai Wanwan touched the comfortable, soft bed, she felt as if her body had been taken apart and put back together again. She didn’t have the strength to lift even a single finger.

She squinted her eyes lazily, like a pampered cat, and whined playfully at the tall figure beside the bed, "It’s all your fault... I’m so sore and weak I don’t have any strength left... You have to take responsibility. Give me a massage..."

At that moment, the noble Clan Leader of the Tiger Clan had lost all of his usual stern authority. He gazed at his charmingly languid and alluring mate, his eyes filled with nothing but adoration and indulgence.

Without a trace of his usual lordly air, he knelt by the bed. His large, warm, and calloused hand slipped beneath the furs, found her slender, beautiful ankle, and began to knead it with just the right amount of pressure.

His technique was surprisingly skillful, the pressure perfect—enough to soothe her sore muscles without causing any discomfort.

His palm slid slowly up her smooth calf, massaging the elegant line of her leg and carefully working the tension from her tight muscles.

Chou Rong’s gaze couldn’t help but linger on the skin she revealed.

It had grown even more delicate and radiant due to her pregnancy and his careful pampering, and he found the sight of it irresistible.