Being an amateur was what made Byron enjoy Peony's blowjob. Unlike the goddess who knew how to skillfully tease his cock with her tongue, Peony was just playing with it, swallowing and spiting it from time to time.
To assist her, Byron slipped his hand behind her head and pulled her to swallow it, restraining her from pulling away again.
"Use your tongue!"
Peony did as told, surprising Byron at how she was able to coil her tongue around his cock like a pro.
"You're a good student!"
This compliment drove Peony crazy. She increased the intensity and sent a tickling sensation spreading throughout Byron's body. This prompted him to release her head.
"Oh!"
He couldn't help but moan.
Before he could tell her to push-pull, she started doing it, causing saliva to sip through the corners of her lips.
"Am I doing it the right way?" she asked, the tip of his cock still resting on her damp lips.
"Much better!"
She smiled and grabbed it and this time drove it down her throat. Her skills seemed to be increasing a second after another as Byron instructed her, the pleasures attacking his body from every direction. At last, his cock could not withstand it.
He quickly stood up before he could explode and positioned its tip parallel to her lips.
"Let's give you your first sacred milk."
This made Peony smile wider.
"Can't wait!"
Longing and anticipation were visible in her sapphire blue eyes, her tongue stuck out in a way that boosted the speed of Byron's eruption.
Peony drank every droplet and licked his cock to be sure that nothing had gone to waste.
"Thank you!"
***
On the foot of a steep-sloped deserted hill where only large stones could be seen here and there, two figures could be seen, the sun above their heads as they circled that very hill. One of them, male in nature and with sliver hair was walking a step ahead of a purple haired beauty in a purple outfit, their hands intertwined as if to pull her.
Her movements were weak and shaky.
A PROLONGED SIGH.
"Husband, I'm tired."
Byron glanced at Peony, his gaze confirming she was really tired. It's been two days since they left the cave and her sapphire blue eyes were no longer glistening, her voice weak and purple hair dusty.
Since she was a Venomous Beauty, Byron had expected he would be the one to get tired first.
'I was wrong!'
Though he was also tired, the beauty looked like on the verge of collapsing. Was it because she had never left her cave for so long?
"Don't worry! It's only this hill and we would be home."
He then jerked her toward him, dragging her with him once again.
They had decided to return at the Drumline Castle before going at the Dungeon of Desires. This is because Byron had already surpassed the criteria to get his name back. Not only he had provided a sapling, but also saplings, fruits, a river... almost everything. There was no need for him to fight his way through kingdoms of monsters which lived near the dungeon alone.
He would need a group of hunters to escort him. Something he was sure of getting since he had shown the Patriarch that he was capable. Convincing him was not going to be that hard.
His desire to have a group of people escorting him was not based on fear. It was greed instead. Because, he wouldn't want to leave hundreds of rabbits behind when they could take them at the castle and treat themselves like Kings and Queens. It would also boost the economy and influence of the Drumline Castle. First step to becoming like he was on earth. A rich kid.
'Ha! Ha!'
"Let's have some rest!" Peony said after Byron dragged her a few more meters forward. "I'm really tired!" Her voice was too low to be even called a whisper.
'I told her!'
"It's that bag!" yelled Byron as he turned around to face the beauty in a purple soft revealing dress that hugged her supple figure in a way so provoking to a man's eye.
Byron could not call it a dress... completely. It was more like a combination of a dress and shorts, making it safe for her to sit in any position without exposing her sacred parts. With ripes and slits on the waist, it looked like something from amillenium ago when God of Desires was still alive and capable of dressing his wives.
"I have told you to give it to me and you refused. We would have reached there."
He then let go of her hand, stepped closer and extended his to grab the brown bag.
"Now, give it to me!"
Peony glanced at the bag hanging on her shoulder to rest in front of her belly and shook her head.
"They can not accept you!"
She then sat down and started petting them.
"I don't want you to scare them."
Byron glanced at her hand that was gently stroking a rabbit's head and sighed. By the way the two rabbits put their heads out of the bag to enjoy her stroking, he knew they had created a bond with her and could not accept anyone else so easily.
These were not ordinary rabbits like those she cooked. These were her bunnies.
Well, they were the same, except for their age and bond with her. These ones were her pets, not her animals. Byron had suggested to take some rabbits at the Drumline Castle so they could reproduce them.
Unfortunately, the bag could only accommodate two of them and Peony would not leave her pets behind. One of the reasons Byron wanted to return at the castle and bring people to help him clear Peony's cave. There were hundreds of rabbits there and he wanted all of them to be taken to the castle.
"Why don't you sit, husband?"
The name husband was giving Byron shrills. It was true that this girl had waited for someone to name her for a long time, but the way she quickly adopted to calling him husband was unbelievable... though Byron didn't feel like a husband.
To him, she was just a beauty. He wouldn't let anyone take her from him, but he didn't feel like committing to her.
Since she had already sat down, Byron could not force her to get up again. It's not like he wasn't tired himself. He was as tired as her... maybe more tired, but because he knew it was only to circle this hill and reach the Drumline Castle the next second, he felt like they should keep walking and rest at the castle.
Resting in the middle of the journey always makes one more tired or unable to continue the journey, after all. This was a fact he knew.
'Stop that nonsense, fool! You're tired and wants some rest, right?'
Byron tossed away all pretense and plummeted to the ground, feeling exhaustion spreading throughout his entire body.
'Ulcers! I need candies!'
When Peony started cooking him rabbits, apple pie and many more delicious dishes, Byron forgot his journey companion. Ulcers.
This reminded him something that made his heart ache. The Ulcers were in the same bag as her bunnies.
Didn't they pee on them?
'Geez! I should have removed them, dammit!'
He hurriedly pounced on the bag, startling Peony who tilted her body backwards, her heart racing.
The bag was resting on her thighs and as Byron rummaged into it looking for his beloved journey companion, his fingers touched her thighs through the soft fabric of the bag... unintentionally.
When Byron found three of the candies, he pulled his hand out, and as if reminded of something, glanced at Peony. The steam from her body was rising rapidly, her cheeks becoming tomatoes.
"Relax! I'm not going to do such things out here."
Still unconscious, Peony murmured, almost like a moan...
"Hmm?"
...then her steam increased in its pacing even more, her heart beating like Jumanji Drums.
'Damn!'
"Learn to control your steaming, you naughty thing!"
With that, Byron brought his face closer to hers, teasing her even more. It was obvious that if he did not stop, she was going to evaporate to death.
With a devil's smile plastered all over his face, instead of touching her lips with his, his hand on them, parted them in a sexy way and placed a candy inside her mouth.
He then backed away and tossed two inside his own mouth.
'It feels good to tease amillenium-old beauty. Ha! Ha!'
With embarrassment, Peony sucked on the candy avoiding Byron's gaze. On the bed she was becoming like a succubus day after a day, but outside, she was still an innocent girl.
'It would have been a loss if I killed her!'
Until now, though she was powerful, Byron believed he would have been able to kill her if it was a no choice situation... uh... one way or the other.
A few minutes passed in silence, both of them enjoying the candies in peace. But then, something broke their peace.
They were on the foot of a hill and could see the horizon far away. A massive shadow appeared in the sky, followed by another then another and then...
'Dammit!'
Byron counted five dragons, and many more were yet to appear. Before he could react, peony was already on her feet, pulling him off the ground.
"We must hide! Those are probably Dragon Foodies."
This triggered Byron's memories.
Dragon Foodies was a group of slaves who revolted against Flaming Realms and build their own kingdom in a place where no one knew. They were popular for their raids where they would attack a small settlement, steal its food storages and women.
...And now they seemed to be approaching the Drumline Castle.
'Dammit!'