Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Of course, the room had no need for a bed. Amphorae was a dao expert and of course had no need for sleep. Plus, there was the Soul Palace. As a member of the Sacharro Clan, Amphorae only came here for work and had no thoughts of pleasure… not that she had received this sort of pleasure from Dyon in a long time.

The truth was that after his embarrassing performance the first time, Dyon had avoided that level of intimacy with Amphorae. Coupling this with the fact he spent so much time with Alauna and it had been years since Dyon had been intimate with any of his wives, actually.

But, today, the fire that was in him wouldn't be doused.

Amphorae, who was surprised Dyon was taking so long to answer her call, went to turn back, only to find two sturdy arms wrapping around her thin waist.

To her, these arms felt far different than they had in the past. Though she had laid in Dyon's arms before, this sense of security… It was too drastic a change.

Amphorae was shocked. Until now, she hadn't truly understood the kind of comfort a man could bring her. She grew up without a father, and was suddenly given a husband who was by far her lesser half. To suddenly feel secure in his arms… Her heartbeat quickened.

Seeing the slight blush on Amphorae's face, Dyon lightly swept her red hair, highlighted by beautiful gold strands, back, revealing her tender neck.

His strong fingers glided along her shoulders and outlined her collarbone, slowly pushing the strap of her dress and bra to the side.

Suddenly, Amphorae felt nervous. She had only had sex with Dyon once before, but she was in such a dominating position back then that it didn't really feel like she had given a part of herself away.

Though the martial world was conservative, there was no shortage of women who snorted at such ideals. These women felt like when they took men into their beds, the choice was their own. They weren't losing something, they were taking something.

Of course, despite what Dyon had assumed before, and maybe still to some extent now, Amphorae's only man in this life and the last was Dyon. But, her mentality was similar to these women… She hadn't felt like she was losing anything.

But now… Something felt different. She felt like she was falling, like it was no longer in her control.

And somehow… It felt so comfortable.

Dyon lightly kissed her exposed shoulder.

"Will you forgive this husband of yours for being so undeserving of you?"

Dyon's hot breath tickled Amphorae's sensitive ears, causing a slight tremble to travel through her lithe body.

Amphorae leaned back into Dyon's broad chest, trying to steady her breathing. But, this proved to be a fatal mistake. It was as though the moment she entirely relied on Dyon to keep her upright, her heart was completely snatched away. Dyon seized it so tightly that it seemed impossible that he would ever let it go.

"..H.. husband." Amphorae couldn't believe her own voice. Weak and broken, it sounded nothing like her usual self.

She couldn't help but think back, had it felt good? Her first time…

Wait, she had had two first times. She remembered her true first time so clearly. That day, it had felt so good. The second time definitely paled in comparison to the first. Is it because of this feeling?

Dyon's hands suddenly left Amphorae's body, causing her to feel a sense of loss. But, that was when her back suddenly felt that Dyon's chest had suddenly become warmer. Not, it hadn't become warmer, but the layer of clothing separating his bare chest from her had suddenly disappeared.

Amphorae's blush deepened, still unwilling to look backward. She could feel the hard, chiseled peak and crevices of her husband chest so clearly through her soft back.

It was as though their roles had completely reversed. In the past, it was Dyon who didn't dare to look at her because her beauty was too overwhelming, but now it was the exact opposite.

She was so distracted by the sudden warmth that she almost didn't register the spatial transference array that glided over her clothing, forcing them to slip from her body as though they were never there to begin with.

A beautiful, pure white pair of lace bra and panties appeared before Dyon's eyes. He was almost thankful that Amphorae was facing away from him, or else maybe he would suffer yet another loss of control. Her skin was simply far too delicate, far too flawless… The slopes of her curves, the softness of her touch, the adorable panting of her breath… Dyon felt the fire in his lower abdomen raging to new heights.

Dyon's hands reached around Amphorae's waist. Gliding down her soft, toned belly, he gripped her thighs lightly.

Amphorae, who had been sitting cross legged in meditation, almost lamented her position. She wanted to close her legs, almost to feign defiance, but Dyon had already taken control of her thighs. Any oppressive strength she may have had before this encounter was seemingly thrown away, leaving a woman who was all soft flesh and no bones.

She could almost feel the heat emitting from her treasured place. A desire she hadn't known she repressed bubbled forth, spreading like fresh spring waters and filling the room with a delicate fragrance that made Dyon unable to control himself.

It was then that the heat Amphorae felt to her back increased another fold, but this time, the culprit was a sturdy rod seemingly seeking to pierce through the small of her back.

"I want you…" Dyon whispered.

These were words he had wanted to say for too long, words he had been cowardly to say.

They weren't as simple as a man asking a woman to spread her legs, Dyon would never deem to say something so ridiculous. What he was asking for was Amphorae's heart. He wanted her everything.