"Husband, that was really spectacular," said Peony as they returned to their cave from having a trial flight.
Yeah, flying on the back of a dragon was really spectacular. Even Byron who had been used to the concept of flying with airplanes was flabbergasted. Not only because it was on a back of a dragon, but also the landscapes below.
A deserted world, covered in cracks and hordes of grosteque monsters here and there, no green life to be seen around or...
'Oh my!'
Spectacular was the right word.
"I told you that your husband will show you the world."
Peony offered him a smile, marching toward the bed. She was swaying her hips like a stripteaser, a sign that she wanted Byron to give them a good treatment tonight.
'Is she trying to invite me? I thought she was tired.'
As if Peony knew what he was thinking... of course she knew the consequences of her actions... she turned around and said,
"Thank you!"
Her voice was weak yet clear, and not loud, yet penetrating. It was so teasing.
"Oh no! Don't start your thanksgivings again. You know how badly I hate being thanked for nothing."
Peony pouted her lips like a baby.
"Uhm... but you deserve..."
Byron didn't allow her to finish her sentence. If she thought he deserved a thank you, he needed to give her a good reason to do so. The reason he put his index finger on her lips.
"Shhh!"
He then reached for her slim waist and pulled her toward him.
"Let me give you a reason to thank me!"
With that, his lips attacked hers.
"Hmm..."
It was dark outside but Peony had long installed Crimson Lanterns inside the cave. They were glowing, their crimson light changing her purple hair a slight hot ethereal hue.
This is not the only thing that Peony's presense had changed at Byron's cave. The walls were painted, the bed so huge and luxurious, the porcelain decorations here and there.
Now, the cave smelled like a peony flower, too.
It was time to thank her for her deeds.
Byron had always gave her a gentle sex, going easy on her and allowing her to learn little by little. However, after drinking a couple more Droplets of Desires, his stamina had increased, together with a need to abuse and make things like a crazy sexworker.
This had been forcing him to pay a visit at the Goddess of Beauty's from time to time, unleashing all his weapons on her so he would be able to hold himself while with Peony. Well, now, that was going to change.
His hand, now stronger than when she was still a virgin, groped her bubbling butt, so hard that Peony jerked forward, curving her back as if to escape from his grip. Byron should have given her a second to know what was happening, but he didn't.
"It's time I teach you what the real sex is!"
He pushed her onto the bed, pulling her legs to wrap them around his body while still standing on the ground.
"Uh... husband, why do I feel excited?"
"You better save your breath!"
"Are you trying to frighten me?"
"Of course I'm frightening you. Not trying. Maybe I should start now so you can know what I mean."
Hearing his words, the steam arising from Peony's body doubled, her expression a mixture of confusion and admiration.
'He is already being aggressive and says he is being gentle?' Peony thought to herself, not sure whether to feel frightened or not. Nevertheless, there was only one thing she knew. She was going to like whatever he was going to do her body this time.
She could tell by the shivers originating from his grip on her butt.
"Uh... husband, why don't you start right..."
His sudden grip on her breasts interupted her statement.
"Ah!"
As foreign feelings invaded her mind, she felt her dress being torn apart with so much violence that made her more excited on what Byron was going to do her.
Since she had told him that her purple outfit was a Legacy, a gift from the God of Desires, Byron felt no remorse when he tore it apart. She would dismiss it back to her Soul Sea, and it would weave itself back to its normal, after all.
Now, her body was unveiled, her honey pot in full display in front of him. Byron had been thinking he would first have to caress her so she could get horny, but when he saw her pussy dripping with the scared juice, he knew he just needed to enter.
As for his armor, he just needed to dismiss it. That's what he did, feeling joy spreading throughout his entire body as he thought about all the wicked things he intended to do to her.
He whipped his hand over her pussy and smeared the juice that was dripping from there on his hard as a rock cock.
Then, he glanced at her smiling face and said, "Enjoy the ride!"
The next second, Peony was screaming like a lamb being slaughtered as Byron's cock invaded her soft cave. The music felt good in Byron's ears, but he wanted the note to be a bit higher so it could match the level of the lust within him.
The reason he put all his hands around her slim waist, pulling her and pushing with much speed to impale her into his one-eyed dragon.
Whenever she would sing a note with volume lower than he wanted, he would raise one of his hands and slap the sides of her butt.
*Pyo! Pyo! Pyo!*
Her steam soon enveloped them in a transparent cloud, her alabaster skin turning red from the impact of his slaps.
"Ah~ yes! Husband, please... ah!"
Byron ignored her pleas and thrust into her with much intensity, the slapping continuing from time to time. Why would he even not ignore her pleas. They were all he wanted. He wanted more. He wanted to hear her scream. This is why he was too focused on the task to even say anything.
A cacophony of her high-pitched moans coupled with wet sloppy sounds shook the entire cave, the sight of her innocent face that was now as red and sweaty as...
Before Byron could finish this thought, the Satisfy Me System dinged.
*Ding!
[Side Mission: Enter your Soul Sea after finishing with Peony.]
[Reward: A Legacy.]
[Penalty: Loose your erection whenever you want to do anything with Peony.]
[Deadline: ~]
'Beauty Goddess, what the fuck?'
Byron could not believe that Goddess of Beauty was trying to ruin a moment as good as this. Was she crazy or something? No! Even a crazy person would have waited until the deed was over.
'Gods!'
His muscles tightened, the veins under his skin unveiling themselves. He was feeling like punching her.
What could he do about it?
'You're going to regret this, bitch!'
Though she didn't set a deadline, Byron wanted to let her know she should never do such a thing again. It was so annoying to always have her trying to ruin his good moments with others.
He continued thrusting into Peony's otherwodly honey pot, brainstorming ideas on how to warn the goddess never to interrupt him again.
Since there was no deadline, he decided to spend as much time as he want with Peony, completely ignoring the goddess of Beauty.
The fact that she could hear his thoughts was going to make it even more fun for him.
"Please don't ignore me!" the goddess tried to reason with him when she heard what he was planning to do. "It always turns me on when you're having good times with others. That's why I stubbornly interrupt."
If it required him to open his mouth, Byron would have igonered her. Something impossible when she could read his mind.
'That's not an excuse to always interrupt me. I mean, you know I'm yours and can always come and quench your lust, right?'
"I'll never do it again," she said. "Will you come then?"
'Talking to me is also an interruption, don't you think?'
Following that, the goddess was gone and Byron had time to fully focus on Peony once again.