Chapter 1496: The Dragon’s Indulgence: Princess Moreau’s Kiss & Love

He had always found her beautiful, but her composed manner tried his restraint considerably that evening. Her dress followed the fullness of her curves and the lovely narrowing of her waist, the soft silk settling close enough that every unhurried movement drew the eye along the gentle rise of her breasts and the sway of her hips.

She required so little effort to hold his gaze that he occasionally caught himself admiring her when he should have been listening.

Beneath the calm surface of her expression, however, she was not entirely composed.

A cock construct of Void-Ice in form of his member rested inside her pussy, shaped to his will and held carefully still until he chose otherwise— whenever Adriana was coming near him she’d have it in her and when she was with him and horny, she’d put it in herself and the past year, Phei would play with her pussy and Cassiopeia’s after endless battles... she and Cassiopeia missed him the least really.

Tonight, whenever he got time, he’d play with her pussy, controlling the construct!

Although after their last time in Roxanne’s apartment, Phei had not decided to fuck her yet.

He had made that promise not only to himself but to Amber as well, and the two of them already had something in mind for her mother.

For now the construct remained a quiet presence, cool and precise; their little secret whenever she was horny!

Tonight, she’d meet his eyes with that calm expression, and he would remember several things he had wanted to do with her. A faint breath always caught in her throat whenever the construct moved inside her pussy, a slow, deliberate drag along her inner walls that made her lips part for half a second before she mastered herself again.

Phei almost laughed at himself.

For fuck’s sake, man.

He had spent a wonderful morning with his wive, heard their babies’ heartbeats and come home to celebrate with his family so he’d decided could manage an evening without allowing his shameless desires to occupy every thought.

Adriana still received his teasing and enough honest admiration to leave her smiling when they parted. He let the construct pulse once, lightly, against the soft place inside her as she turned to go, and the small sound she failed to swallow entirely stayed with him.

He enjoyed giving her that attention, but he restrained the temptation to make more of it.

Tonight belonged to Melissa and their children, however generously the other women seemed inclined to test him.

The princesses offered particularly little help.

Phei had not seen all of them since returning to the island, so the gathering allowed him to renew the closeness begun during their vacation two weeks earlier while he also placed the Life Flame on them.

He had expected their teasing, flirtation and a few meaningful glances.

Clara, Priya, Gianna and several others appeared to have missed him enough to dispense with much of their earlier hesitation.

They challenged his shameless remarks instead of pretending not to understand, spoke more openly and leaned close with an ease he found increasingly difficult to resist.

Their beauty was hardly a small consideration either.

Raised among the Legacies’ wealth and refinement, they wore their exquisite clothes and jewelry with the familiarity of girls who had never needed an occasion to possess something lovely.

Phei enjoyed discovering how freely they could laugh beneath all those careful manners. The polite distance between them had diminished, and affection showed through where he once would have received a practiced smile.

He liked them, desired them, and made little effort to conceal his desire for them either.

Judging by their responses, they preferred knowing how much he wanted to have them.

He did have a suspicion about who might have encouraged this sudden boldness.

Maddie was entirely capable of gathering the princesses somewhere private and lecturing them about making their intentions clear before another woman claimed his attention.

Phei could almost imagine her doing it, although he had no proof. He would have been less surprised to discover she had than to discover she considered any of this her fault.

Clara and Priya were especially determined to enjoy his company.

The two princesses had found him separately near the quieter end of the rooftop balcony, where the brightness of the celebration softened into the deepening evening. Beyond the balustrade, the island stretched into the distance, while golden lanterns illuminated the flowers surrounding the terrace. Music reached them through the gardens, mingled with guests’ laughter and the soft rustling of ornamental trees.

The corner offered privacy without taking them far from the gathering.

People still passed through the nearby gardens, but there was room to linger beyond the busiest circles and speak without everyone listening. Phei had been leaning against the balustrade when Clara joined him, her dress following the graceful lines of her waist and her hair resting softly over her shoulders in the lantern light.

They talked for a while before he offered an entirely shameless remark about how unfairly beautiful she looked. Clara smiled and stepped closer, giving him enough reason to raise his brows before her fingers caught his collar.

Clara rose onto her toes and kissed him.

Clara’s lips were soft and warm as they pressed to his, and for a moment Clara only held them there. It was the gentlest pressure she’d ever felt— there was nothing like Phei’s lips in this whole world, she’d thought while frozen, it was kiss so light Phei too could feel the faint tremble in Clara’s mouth and the small breath Clara had forgotten to let go.

She lingered as though she wanted to learn the shape of him before she asked for anything more.

Clara’s lower lip had then slid against his and caught it the soft lip softly between her own, and held it there long enough for him to feel how much she had been waiting for this—

Clara parted her lips just enough to let the kiss deepen.

The tip of Clara’s tongue touched his lower lip like a question.

It traced the seam of his mouth from one corner to the other, slow and shy, and when he answered by opening for her, Clara slipped inside with a soft little sound that came from somewhere deep in her throat.

Her tongue found his and brushed it once, then again, and Clara stopped pretending to be shy at all. She stroked his tongue in a long unhurried glide and drew back only to come again, while her lips moved over his in a slow wet rhythm that grew surer with every pass.

His surprise gave way to delight.

He slipped his right arm around Clara’s waist and drew her against him until Clara was pressed to his chest from her breasts to her hips. His left hand rose to cradle the back of Clara’s head, and his fingers sank into her hair as he tilted her face to fit her mouth more fully to his.

He kissed the princess back with the same slow hunger she had given him.

He caught her upper lip between his own and sucked it gently. He let his tongue curl around her’s and draw her deeper, until the kiss turned soft and wet and tangled and neither of them could have said who was leading anymore.

Clara sighed into his mouth.

Her fingers curled into his shirt and held on as if the floor might tilt beneath her, while she pressed even higher on her toes so as not to lose an inch of him. Her breath came quick and warm against his cheek. Each time their lips parted by a hair Clara chased him back at once, and each time she found him she kissed him a little harder, a little deeper, with her tongue sliding over his in slow sweet strokes that tasted faintly of wine.

He smiled against Clara’s lips and did not let her go. His arm tightened around Clara’s waist and lifted her the last fraction off her heels, and Clara melted into him with a small helpless moan as the kiss went on, and on, as though neither of them had any intention of ending it before he let go of her but Clara’s own hands wandered as the kiss continued.

Her right hand slid from his collar to the side of his neck, her fingers curled lightly against his skin, while her left hand drifted down his chest and lower, she caught his right wrist and guided it to her waist.

She held it there a moment, then drew his left hand lower still and placed it on the curve of her ass, her palm resting over the back of his until he settled it there. Phei drew her nearer and returned the kiss with enough enthusiasm to make her fingers tighten upon his shoulders.

His mouth moved against hers in a slow, unhurried press, lips parting and sealing again as her breath mingled with his, and she leaned into him fully, the soft weight of her body settling against his. The laughter she had been holding back faded against his lips as she settled into the embrace.

Music drifted toward them, wind stirred the leaves beside the terrace, and neither paid much attention to the voices beyond their little corner.