Chapter 5324: The Pill Empress Walks In (R-18)

"Greetings, my Emperor."

Dalila walked in with a lovely smile and bowed before he could come to her.

She wore an elegant black-and-white luxurious robe, the fabric rich enough to catch every lamp in the chamber. Jade ornaments hung at her waist and collar, dangling along with her movements. A phoenix hairpin sat in her dark hair, holding the upper half in place while the rest spilled down her back in long, glossy waves.

Davis felt a bit exhilarated upon seeing her figure.

She had put on makeup befitting an Empress. Thin, sharp brows, faint red at the corners of her eyes, and lips painted a deep, wet scarlet. Her face was pale and finely shaped, the kind of beauty that made a man forget to breathe for a second. High cheekbones, a straight nose, eyes that looked both gentle and dangerous under the lashes. She looked absolutely gorgeous, stealing his breath for a moment.

He didn’t have to be a person with a brain to tell that Dalila and the others spent a lot of effort to doll Dalila up for him.

When they’re going all out for him like this, even as he selfishly said he wanted nearly three or six of them, Davis felt like the happiest man in the world.

"You look incredibly beautiful. It’s not like you’re an alchemy master anymore, but someone who has command over me for the next hour."

"...?"

Dalila was genuinely taken aback before she raised her hand and laughed gently, "Hehe~"

She then gave her soft hand to him, and he took it with a look full of affection before taking her towards the bed.

"I was waiting." Standing at the foot of the bed, he turned around and smiled warmly, "I did expect you to appear since you have made the highest contribution to our family, but I didn’t think they would let you go first, nor did I think you’d engage in this embarrassing war."

A faint curve touched Dalila’s lips, "How can that be? The entire reason I seclude myself to the point of losing contact with you is to earn your majestic favor."

Davis raised his hand, touching her cheek as he caressed her face, "Despite that, you rarely ever make the time to meet me. How shall I deal with such a preoccupied wife?"

"..."

Dalila blushed as she saw him get closer, his breath faintly touching her.

He stepped closer, the scent of her perfume reaching him, making her self-conscious at that moment because she hid the bitter herbal scent with a soft, expensive fragrance. Her heart pounded, wondering if he would like it.

"No, I-" Dalila tried to cook up something under the pressure, but her lips were locked by his as he leaned in.

He gently kissed her, bringing her into his pace.

Davis smothered his mouth against hers, careful, almost polite, as if he were still inviting her in. Her lips were soft and warm. She didn’t pull away. For a few breaths, their kiss stayed like that, slow, closed, the kind of kiss that could still be called decent.

Then Dalila suddenly felt it turning hot and passionate.

His hand slid up her back and into her hair, the other tightening at her waist as he pulled her against him. Their kiss deepened. He parted her lips and took her mouth like a man who had been starving. His tongue pushed in, tasting the rouge, tasting her, sucking at her lower lip before claiming her again. A low sound left his throat. He kissed her harder, hungrier, devouring her lips as if he had been waiting ten thousand years for this single taste.

The kiss was wet, deep, and relentless, making Dalila squeal inwardly.

He tilted her head and drank from her mouth, biting softly, then licking the sting away, then taking more.

Dalila’s fingers clutched the front of his robe. A muffled sound escaped her when he sucked her lip between his teeth and refused to let the kiss turn gentle again. The phoenix hairpin trembled. The black-and-white silk whispered between them as he kept her there, mouth sealed to hers, kissing her like he meant to eat the breath out of her lungs.

"Mhhn~ Amnn~~ Amhn~"

The sound of their wet kisses echoed across the chamber and resounded inside Dalila’s head, leaving her faint and limp in his embrace.

Davis did not let her mouth go.

Even as Dalila went limp in his arms, he kept kissing her, deeper, wetter, as if the first taste had only made him greedier. His tongue swept through her mouth again. Another muffled sound slipped out of her.

"Mmnh... Davis..."

He bent, slid one arm under her thighs and the other around her back, and lifted her off the floor in one smooth motion. Dalila’s arms flew around his neck on instinct. The black-and-white robe fluttered. Jade ornaments chimed softly against each other. He never broke the kiss while he carried her the few steps to the bed.

Then he threw her down onto the cushions.

The mattress dipped to her presence as the silk sheets rustled. Her dark hair spilled across the white bedding, the phoenix hairpin tilting but not falling. Before she could even catch her breath, Davis followed her down. He braced one knee on the bed and came over her, purple sleeves spreading around them as he caged her in.

He held her close.

One arm slid under her waist and hauled her up against his chest. The other cupped the back of her head, fingers sinking into her hair so she had nowhere to turn. His mouth found hers again at once, hot, open, hungry. He kissed her like he was still starving, sucking her lower lip, licking into her, swallowing every small sound she made.

"Amhn~ Mmh... nn-"

Dalila’s fingers clutched at his robe. Her face was flushed now, scarlet lips wet and slightly swollen. The expensive perfume on her skin mixed with the heat of his breath. He pressed his forehead to hers for half a second, then took her mouth again, slower only in the sense that he refused to finish.

Eventually, Davis let her go as he leaned back.

Dalila’s bosoms rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. A thin sheen of sweat had already gathered at her temples and along the line of her throat, making her pale skin look even more tempting under the lantern light. Her scarlet lips were wet and slightly parted. Every time she gasped, a faint tremor ran through her. That flushed, wronged expression of hers- eyes hazy, brows faintly drawn, looking as if he had bullied her after she had dressed up so carefully to entertain him- made something dark and pleased stir in his chest.

He took the time to look at her sultry and wronged expression while enjoying it, finding stars of ecstasy exploding in his mind.

He felt like his Dalila had never been this beautiful.

’This... husband is out of control...? It’s like he’s starved of women... did big sister really even sleep with him in the hydra realm? Did Illumina not comfort him...?’ Dalila felt confused.

She considered every other possibility than him lusting after her.

However, she didn’t dislike this, so she stayed silent, letting him do as he pleased.

Davis’s gaze lowered. The black-and-white robe had already loosened from the way he had thrown her down and pulled her against him. The sash at her waist was the only thing still keeping the front together with any dignity.

He reached down and undid it.

The jade ornaments chimed as the sash slipped free. He parted the luxurious outer robe with one hand, then the inner layer beneath it. Soft white fabric fell open to both sides, revealing the treasures he desired.

Her cleavage spilled out at once.

Full, pale, and heavy breasts, they rose with every breath she took, the valley between them deep enough to swallow the dim light. A faint sheen of sweat made the skin look even smoother.

Davis’s throat moved, his voice nearly hoarse.

"Dalila, you have the nerve to hide this from me just because you cook some pills...?"

"I-" Dalila turned embarrassed, her words caught between her throat and mind.

Before he could force out the words, his hand covered one of her breasts.

He fondled her slowly at first, palming the soft weight, thumb brushing over the peak until it tightened under his touch. Dalila’s back arched a little and a sound escaped her throat before she could swallow it.

"Ah... Davis~"

"Sensitive already?" Davis squeezed a little firmer, kneading her, watching her face twist with pleasure, "And here I thought an alchemy master would have better endurance."

"That’s... that’s not the same... mhm~"

Her fingers clutched the sheets. Each time his hand rolled and pressed on that pair of big breasts, her breath hitched. A warm, helpless heat gathered low in her belly. She could feel herself growing wetter underneath, the thin inner garment clinging where her body had already started answering him.

Davis leaned down again.

"I can’t have enough of you. If you sincerely want, I can make love with you all day while leaving the others in the cold palace- only if you feel like you’re brave enough to offend them all that is."

He kissed her once more, deep and claiming, while his hand kept fondling her exposed breast. Dalila moaned into the kiss, hips shifting against the cushions without meaning to. The wetness between her thighs spread further as he sucked on her lip and refused to let her hide either her voice or her body, causing her thighs to rub against each other as her legs quivered.

Davis tasted not only her lips but also her heart.

He could feel her grappling with desire, guilt, duty, and sisterhood, trying to make a decision. He absorbed all that into him like a drunk addict who dived into the wine lake and got to the surface, pulling his head up.

When he did that, he left another tantalizing mess of a Dalila on the bed.

Her eyes were already those of a woman in heat, glowing with a strange sheen. Her bosoms rose to new heights and fell to renewed lows while Davis slowly stripped her of all her clothing. He caressed every part of her body with desire and affection. He knew she was ready for dual cultivation and would be able to accept him and his passionate thrusts.

Davis finally regulated his emotions at this moment, squashing the desire to sense her heart and feed on her emotions as well as control his power, lest he turn her into meat paste accidentally. His last woman had been Illumina, who could handle his power.

If he did what he did to Illumina to Dalila, she wouldn’t survive.

When he was done regulating his emotions, he knew Dalila would’ve also decided by now.

His sapphire eyes flickered as he watched her regain her sanity, yet still look at him with a calm gaze full of desire.

’My Dalila’s Will has been tempered just by concocting pills alone... how strong and enduring...’ Davis reached out his hand to her face, caressing her cheek.

However, only now did he feel the regret of throwing away his words after getting drunk on her emotions. He felt that if Dalila chose to spend time with him alone, he knew he must somehow hoodwink her to choose otherwise.

"My husband, I want you all to myself~"

Dalila coo’ed, causing Davis to feel as though he had won and lost at the same time.

"However, brave as I am, I am not foolish. I know my sisters will not dare offend me for they rely on my pills greatly, but at the same time, I’m not willing to betray their trust."

She raised her hand and poked the tip of his nose, "You- are- as dangerous as big sister Evelynn warned."

"..."

Davis blinked before he smirked, "I love how you all look out for each other. I wouldn’t want it any other way."

He flicked her finger off his nose and bit it, tongue-ing it, which made her gawk silently as she blushed harder.

"You-"

Dalila grew passionate. She pulled him closer and showered kisses onto his face in retaliation.

Their mouth then caught each other’s like they were inflamed. She hurriedly undressed him.

His purple outer robe came off first. The inner layer followed just as fast. In a few breaths, he was bare above her, long blonde hair falling over his shoulders, the heat of his body rolling onto her skin. Dalila’s eyes widened. She barely had time to look before his hands were on her thighs.

He parted her legs.

"Ah~"

The last scrap of modesty was removed from her as he gave it a lingering kiss, making her arch her back as squeal in a weird noise.

Then, after confirming it was sloppy wet, he pressed the thick head of his member against her. For a second, he only rubbed her, causing her to clench on nothing. Then, with a grin, he thrust in while she was grappling with shame over how he had his way with her.

"Ahh~~~"

Dalila’s back arched way higher than before as her fingers dug into the sheets.