The morning sun filtered through the window grilles, casting delicate patterns across the bedroom. Zephyr opened his eyes to the sight of Sun Elaine's breathtaking face—heroic yet soft, her red lips a striking contrast against her flawless skin. A wave of profound satisfaction warmed his heart as he gazed at his immortal fairy wife.
He had never broached the idea of oral intimacy, knowing Sun Elaine's deep-seated aversion to impurity. He couldn't bear to ask anything that might discomfort his beloved, and he suspected she was unfamiliar with such filthy acts, given her divine nature. Yet, after her close encounter with another man, the thought of her delicate lips pleasing him stirred anew in his mind, a forbidden desire he couldn't fully suppress.
As if sensing his subtle stirring, Sun Elaine's eyes fluttered open, her gaze like spring blossoms heavy with desire, drunk on the warmth of dawn. "Honeyyy…" she purred, her kittenish murmur melting his heart.
Unable to resist, Zephyr leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender, lingering kiss. After a night of rest, he felt not exhaustion but a vibrant energy coursing through him, a gift from their intimate connection the previous day. The touch of her divine flesh and the spiritual climax of her sacred immortal fairy essence—her "saint juice," as he thought of it—had rejuvenated him in ways he couldn't explain.
Though a mere mortal unable to cultivate or wield martial spells, Zephyr's past life as an avid reader of Xianxia webnovels gave him ideas. He imagined male cultivators might seek a partner like Sun Elaine, using her sacred womb as a sexual "Dao Furnace" to channel lustful energy, restoring vitality through passionate union after grueling cultivation sessions. The thought thrilled him, blending his mortal fantasies with the mystical allure of this world.
After a sweet exchange of kisses, their lips parting with traces of shared warmth, Zephyr whispered a few soft, hesitant words into her ear. Sun Elaine's cheeks flushed a deeper crimson, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she tossed her head back with a look—half exasperation, half playful invitation. Her graceful figure shifted, and with a teasing glance, she slipped beneath the quilt.
Moments later, Zephyr felt the silken brush of her long hair against his inner thighs. Her delicate hand gently grasped him, guiding his length into a warm, moist embrace—her mouth. The sensation was strange yet exquisite, a testament to her willingness to indulge him despite her fastidious nature.
Zephyr's intuition was correct—Sun Elaine was clearly new to this intimate act, her inexperience evident as her teeth lightly grazed his sensitive skin. Yet, to Zephyr, this only heightened his pleasure, a thrilling reminder of his beloved wife's purity. Her innocence, untouched by such acts, made her willingness to please him all the more precious.
Lifting the quilt, Zephyr glimpsed a faint glow on her delicate forehead, her goddess-like beauty radiant even in the dim light. Her golden pupils shimmered with a soft crimson hue, and her tempting red lips—usually kissed with reverence—now enveloped his erect member, stretched wide in a way that stirred his deepest desires.
Sensing her own boldness, Sun Elaine seemed to shy away, perhaps fearing Zephyr might find her act too brazen. She ducked her face, tugging the quilt to hide her expression, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
Zephyr chuckled softly, unwilling to miss a moment of her vulnerability. "Come on, darling, you know I love seeing your depraved expression most—my beloved fairy, so beautifully corrupted!"
Sun Elaine paused, a playful huff escaping her lips, her eyes narrowing in mock indignation. As if in retaliation, she grazed his tip lightly with her teeth, a teasing nip that sent a jolt through him. Then, abandoning her attempt to hide, she settled onto her stomach between his thighs, her delicate hand gripping him firmly. Looking up, her eyes brimmed with endless love, a sight that filled Zephyr with joy and exhilaration.
"Waifu-chan, lick it with your tongue and suck it hard," Zephyr guided gently, his voice warm with encouragement.
Tilting her head to rest on his thigh, Sun Elaine flashed a mischievous smile. Her slender fingers held him steady as she leaned forward, her tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path from base to tip. Then, her warm mouth enveloped him fully, her head bobbing rhythmically.
"Hnngg… ♡ Mmmff…♡"
The sensation grew more intense with each movement, waves of pleasure coursing through Zephyr. His hands instinctively reached for her head, guiding her pace as her silken hair brushed his skin. The sight of his divine fairy wife submitting to him in such an intimate way was overwhelming—how could any man resist for long?
"Darling, I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained with anticipation.
Sun Elaine froze briefly, recalling his earlier instructions to hold and swallow everything. As his member pulsed wildly, a rush of thick, musky fluid filled her mouth, striking her palate.
"Mmmh—! ♡♡♡"
Despite the intense sensation, Sun Elaine showed no real distaste. With a determined frown, she kept every drop contained, swallowing it down with a graceful gulp. Crawling into Zephyr's arms, she nuzzled her forehead against his chin, pouting playfully. "Eww… it's stinky and not tasty, Zep!"
Zephyr laughed, pulling her closer, his heart swelling with love for the goddess who indulged him so completely despite her pristine nature.
"Zep~~, do you like it, huh?" Sun Elaine purred, her voice a playful lilt. With a graceful motion, she lifted one slender leg, resting it lightly on Zephyr's stomach. Then, with a mischievous bend of her knee, she pressed the soft, tender flesh of her inner knee against his still-erect member, gently clamping it.
"Of course, I like it—very, very much," Zephyr replied, his voice warm with adoration. He leaned in to kiss her tempting red lips, but Sun Elaine tilted her head away, a playful frown creasing her brow. "Nah, it's dirty! Hey, no! I just… swallowed yours."
Zephyr burst out laughing. "Bhaha, it's totally fine! How could I ever think my waifu's mouth is dirty?"
"Eww, no, no, no!" Sun Elaine giggled, pushing his leaning face back with a delicate hand. Her curvaceous body twisted playfully as they tussled on the bed, her translucent nightdress slipping to reveal more of her stunning figure. Their laughter filled the room as they wrestled lightly, a dance of intimacy and joy. Suddenly, her eyes sparkled with a teasing glint, and she leaned close again, her breath warm against his ear. "Zep, hmm… would you want me to… lick Fat Bull's dick too?"
The answer was obvious without words. Sun Elaine felt his member, still nestled against her knee, harden even more, pulsing with excitement. A knowing smirk curved her lips as she locked her radiant eyes onto his, then kissed him deeply without waiting for a reply.
"Hmph! Filthy little pervert!" she teased, pulling back just enough to murmur against his lips. "You should taste your own stinky stuff!"
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The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the Prime Minister's Mansion, where birds chirped merrily on the branches outside. Inside the mansion's Treasure House, Boomer Boner, panting and flushed, rummaged frantically through shelves and chests. Ancient calligraphy scrolls and priceless antique vases lay scattered in disarray, the chamber a chaotic mess of overturned treasures.
Finally, the obese young man slumped among the clutter, his heavy frame sinking into a pile of rare artifacts. In his meaty hand, he clutched a pair of delicate white jade bracelets adorned with intricate indigo patterns, his eyes gleaming with exhilaration.
Earlier this morning, a mysterious voice—gentle yet commanding—had echoed in his mind, urging him to retrieve these bracelets from the treasury. Though startled at first, Boomer quickly convinced himself it was the guidance of a benevolent immortal master, directing him to win the heart of the divine Sun Elaine. These bracelets, he believed, were a sacred artifact meant to aid his pursuit of the goddess-like fairy. Vermithys, this was a medieval world with cultivators. The Balfton Dynasty, one of the twelve kingdoms in Vermithys, such mystical occurrences were not unheard of. The Balfton Dynasty was a sprawling, powerful realm, and the Boner family held prominence as its Prime Minister's lineage. Boomer, the son of the Prime Minister, had been raised with kindness and respect for allied families, including the Zingers, who were once royal medical chancellors. Though the Zinger family lost their noble title after failing to save a princess during childbirth, their reputation for exceptional medical skill and compassion endured, earning them reverence across the kingdom.
Boomer Boner and Zephyr Zinger had been close friends since childhood, their bond forged through years of shared laughter and loyalty. Despite Zephyr's family no longer holding noble status, Boomer regarded him as a brother. He could scarcely believe that Zephyr, at just twenty, had married Sun Elaine, an immortal fairy whose beauty rivaled the heavens. Even more shocking was Zephyr's revelation of his unconventional fetish after their marriage—a desire to see his divine wife fucking with another man. Boomer, known as Fat Bull for his robust frame and notorious reputation as a playboy in the capital's lavish brothels, had fallen for Sun Elaine at first sight during their wedding banquet. When Zephyr chose him to play the dominant role in their provocative arrangement, Boomer was nearly overwhelmed with thrill.
"Zephyr, my best bro!" he thought, clutching the jade bracelets tightly. "Worthy of being the greatest friend in all of Vermithys!" Though a year younger, Zephyr felt like an elder brother to Boomer, who respected him deeply. In his heart, Boomer made a solemn vow: "I'll do my best to fuck my sister-in-law as Zephyr wishes—deeply, passionately, and fully!"