Chapter 5375: Spending A Night With The Mistress (R-18)

Davis threw her onto the bed, and Frostrose’s body sank into the silken sheets with a soft bounce, her large white wings spreading wide beneath her as the lunar glow along their edges flickered gently across the fabric. Long strands of silver-white hair streaked with deep blue spilled over the pillow and across one wing, the ornate headdress still resting on her head, though a few dangling ornaments had slipped loose.

Her dark blue robes, patterned with cyan clouds, had already fallen open from how he had carried her, revealing the smooth curves of her breasts and the pale skin of her midriff. The white skirt beneath had ridden up along one leg, revealing her fair thigh. She lay there for a moment, bosoms rising and falling, then pushed herself up on her elbows and met his gaze with cool eyes that had already begun to darken.

"Your Majesty..." Frostrose whispered, voice low, "You came all this way for me?"

"Naturally."

Davis climbed onto the bed and settled between her parted thighs, hands braced on either side of her. He leaned down until their foreheads nearly touched, the crescent mark on her brow catching the faint light of her own wings. The heat of his body contrasted sharply against the cool air that always clung to her.

"I missed you." Davis said quietly, "I missed the way you look at me when no one else is watching. I missed your voice that seeks me out for taboo reasons. What are you doing all the way out here again instead of being closer? Are you trying to make me infuriated?"

Frostrose’s fingers curled into the sheets. Her cheeks flushed deeper, the red spreading down her neck and across the pale skin of her breasts, "Never. I thought... after everything... that you wouldn’t have time for me, but you came to seek me out so soon. I’m honored, Your Majesty."

"..." Davis was amused but also frowned.

What was with people calling him ’Your Majesty’ ever since he returned? Did someone run a propaganda campaign? Even if his family announced itself as an Empire a few months ago, the change was just too fast!

He generally did not prefer his wives calling him by his title instead of his name during intimacy, but Frostrose calling him ’Your Majesty’ was just too hot.

He loved it.

"How can I not have time for my mistress?" Davis’s hand slid up her side, pushing the loosened robe further open. His palm brushed the soft underside of one breast, and the tips of her wings gave a faint, involuntary flutter against the sheets, scattering a few loose blue-tinted, glittery icy flakes, "You are the one who stayed in my thoughts when the nights grew long and arduous during the expedition. The one whose icy lips I wanted to taste again until I forgot the cold of everything else."

"Your Majesty..."

Frostrose shivered beneath him, not from chill but from the weight of his words. Even if it was fake, she wanted to believe it.

Their lips met again, slower this time, tongues sliding together as the conversation melted into breath and soft sounds. Her wings curved upward on either side of them, the white feathers brushing his arms and back with a light, almost weightless touch each time her body shifted.

Their hands wandered like snakes, slithering across their bodies. Her palms traced the lines of his back while his fingers slipped beneath the edge of her inner garment, cupping the weight of one breast and drawing a quiet gasp from her throat. The lunar glow of her wings pulsed brighter with each kiss.

But with his kiss growing intensely passionate as though he was devouring her, Frostrose needed room to breathe.

However, Davis caught her wrists and pressed them gently but firmly above her head, pinning them into the pillow.

*Huff~*

Frostrose’s breath hitched.

Her wings flared once, then settled again, the long wings spreading wider as though they were trying to fly away. She looked up at him, eyes half-lidded yet bright with want, the crescent mark on her forehead faintly luminous. He lowered his mouth to the valley of her neck, lips and teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her jaw.

"Aaa~"

A low, trembling moan left her, the sound sweet and unrestrained as her back arched beneath him. The motion caused her wings to lift and curve around them both, the soft inner feathers brushing his shoulders while the cooler outer edges trembled against the sheets. Strands of her silver-blue hair spilled across his hand where he held her wrists, cool to the touch.

"Davis..." Frostrose breathed, voice sexily cracking over his name.

Davis smirked in response.

He lingered there, kissing and nipping along the column of her throat, feeling her pulse race against his mouth. Each time his teeth grazed her skin, her wings gave another small, helpless flutter, the lunar aura along their edges brightening and dimming in time with her heartbeat. When he finally lifted his head, his gaze was heavy.

"Come back with me. I don’t want this to be just a passionate night. Become my wife and stand with the others proudly, or do you see that as a stain?"

Frostrose’s expression shifted. The heat in her eyes did not fade, yet something firm settled beneath it. She turned her face slightly, though she did not pull her wrists free. Her wings slowly lowered again, the white feathers folding closer to her body as if drawing inward with her decision.

"How can that be?" Frostrose answered, voice soft but clear, "My heart has already chosen you. I wish to be with you for an eternity. That much is true. But I wish to be special, and at this point, being your Mistress is more exciting than being your wife, is it not?"

Davis’s gaze flickered, "You naughty bird. Your twin sister would be extremely disappointed in you."

"No-" Frostrose’s expression shifted.

Davis’s grip on her wrists tightened for a moment, not in anger but in the sudden surge of desire that followed her words. The fact that she wanted him yet would not yield her place, that she would remain just beyond full claim, only sharpened the hunger coiling in his body.

He lowered his mouth to her neck once more, this time with greater intent, drawing another breathless moan from her as his free hand slid lower along her hip. Her wings flared again at the renewed touch, the soft feathers brushing insistently against his arms.

She constantly squirmed underneath him, her thighs brushing against his hardening thing, the soft friction drawing a low sound from Davis’s throat as her white skirt was pushed higher still.

One of his hands remained locked around both of her wrists, keeping them pinned above her head against the pillow, while his free hand tugged at the loosened sash of her dark blue robes. The fabric gave way easily beneath his fingers, the cyan-patterned outer layer sliding open fully and the inner garment following soon after, baring her pale breasts and the soft plane of her stomach to the cool air.

Her white skirt was pushed aside rather than removed, the material bunching at her waist as he shifted her hips beneath him.

Frostrose’s breath came quicker, her silver-blue hair spilling across the sheets as she lifted her hips to meet him. The tips of her wings twitched against the bedding, scattering a few more glittering icy flakes that melted against the warmth of his skin.

Davis made his clothes disappear as he pulled them into his spatial ring. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, feeling the cool slickness already gathered there, then pushed forward in a slow, steady thrust. Her body yielded around him, tight and cold at first before the heat of his flesh began to temper it.

A sharp, trembling moan left her lips as he sank deeper, her back arching and her pinned hands curling into fists.

"Your Majesty... ahh~"

Frostrose’s breath hitched before she moaned.

Davis’s expression was wild.

This was long overdue, and Frostrose couldn’t make it any clearer that she was fully his woman, so he didn’t stop himself as he entered her before someone could disturb them.

"My lovely Frose..."

He leaned down over her, their faces close, and captured her mouth in a messy kiss.

Frostrose’s cheeks grew red at the soft address.

Their tongues slid together without grace, wet and open, her lips parting wider as she kissed him back with equal hunger. Soft, broken sounds passed between them each time he drew back and thrust in again, the rhythm growing steadier as her thighs locked around his waist. Her wings rose on either side of them, the long white feathers curving inward until they enclosed his back and shoulders as though hugging him, the lunar glow pulsing brighter against his skin with every movement of her body.

*Paah!~* *Paah!~* *Paah!~*

Their bodies moved together in a tangle of heat and cool skin, the sound of their joining filling the quiet bedchamber.

Frostrose’s moans grew louder, less restrained, each one vibrating against his mouth as he kissed her through them.

*Paah!~* *Paah!~* *Paah!~*

Her hips rolled up to meet his thrusts, the pale flesh of her thighs trembling where they gripped him. Davis’s grip on her wrists stayed firm even as his free hand slid beneath her lower back, lifting her slightly so he could drive deeper. The crescent mark on her forehead glowed faintly in time with the light of her wings, her eyes half-lidded and fixed on him as their lips parted only long enough for another gasp.

"My love... inside... please..."

The plea broke something loose in him.

Davis grunted and began to thrust harder as he didn’t want to tease anymore, burying himself fully as the pressure coiled tight at the base of his spine. After over a hundred thrusts, with a low groan against her mouth, he spilled into her, thick pulses of yang essence flooding her core in hot, steady waves.

"Ahgnhhhh!~"

Frostrose’s body tightened around him at the first rush, a high, shaking moan torn from her throat as her wings snapped wider before folding tightly around him again, the feathers trembling as if caught in a sudden wind. She had also come. The lunar aura along their edges flared bright, washing over both of them while her inner walls continued to flutter around his length, drawing out every drop.

When the last of it had left him, he remained buried inside her, breathing hard against her neck with a joyful expression on his face.

Beneath him, Frostrose’s body had gone taut for a moment, then softened, a soft crystalline light flickering beneath her skin as the energy settled.

Her cultivation surged in a sudden, visible wave, the aura around her strengthening by several levels in the space of a few breaths, the glow of her wings growing denser and more refined as the yang essence was absorbed and refined by her phoenix body.

Davis lifted his head at last, still holding her wrists loosely against the pillow. He looked down at her flushed face, the faint sheen of sweat and melted frost along her collarbones, and the way her wings still curved protectively around them both.

"How are you going to explain the increase in your cultivation to your dear Flamie? You ended up surpassing her by a huge margin." Davis asked, voice low and faintly amused as he remained settled deep inside her, filled with pleasure.

"...!"

As if realizing it for the first time, Frostrose stared in shock.

After a glaringly silent pause, she hurriedly pushed him off and looked as though she was going to leave this place, but Davis caught her soft waist and entered from behind, pinning her on the bed again.

"Where do you think you’re going? Our night hasn’t come to an end yet."

Frostrose’s lips parted as she couldn’t believe his strength. Her white lunar wings fluttered against him.

"Your Majesty, please... she cannot find out..." Turning around to look at him, she asked with a pleading look.

"Don’t worry. There are many excuses..."

Davis cackled lightly as he kissed her nape and nibbled on her soft and squishy earlobe, but his gaze flickered in a deceptive light.