Consciousness slowly emerged from the dark depths of the sea. Daziel's eyelids twitched slightly as he arduously opened them, a sliver of light finally piercing through.
His vision was blurry, distorted, and hazy, but then, focus gradually returned, and the world before him began to clear bit by bit.
The first thing that came into view was a cascade of familiar purple hair, softly scattered across his chest.
A heavy sensation pressed down on his chest, a warm and soft weight, while the faint, even sound of breathing reached his ears, one inhale and exhale at a time.
Daziel slightly adjusted his breathing, and his body moved gently with it.
"..."
The person lying on him made a soft, sweet sound, her head nuzzling lightly against his chest.
It was Fu Xuan!
She was lying on her side, her cheek pressed against his chest, her eyelashes resting quietly, seemingly in a deep sleep.
Daziel was momentarily stunned, then tentatively raised his hand, with a touch of caution, and gently patted Fu Xuan's shoulder.
"Master Diviner? Wake up, why are you..."
Fu Xuan suddenly lifted her head, her drowsy eyes snapping wide open. Her originally hazy gaze, upon seeing Daziel's face clearly, burst forth with an unbelievable light of joyous surprise. "Daziel! You're awake! You're finally awake!"
Fu Xuan's voice was a little hoarse, the end of her words lilting slightly upwards, filled with the excitement and joy of someone found after being lost.
"How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Does anything feel strange?"
Daziel moved his neck as she asked, assessing his body's condition. He was surprised to find that his body, which had been so exhausted it was on the verge of collapse, now felt exceptionally light. The fatigue and soreness from the previous battle had completely vanished.
He looked around. In the dim light, a scene in the corner instantly caught his attention, causing him to frown slightly.
Hanya had her back to them, her shoulders trembling slightly, again and again, and the sound of suppressed sobs could be faintly heard in the air.
Huohuo stood pitifully beside Hanya, her small palm gently patting Hanya's back, while she mumbled some comforting words, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, too quiet to make out clearly.
The scene was inexplicably bizarre.
Why did it feel like Huohuo should be the one crying, and Hanya the one comforting...
How had their roles been reversed?
Daziel turned to Fu Xuan, his face full of confusion.
"Them... What happened to them?"
Daziel pointed to the two in the corner, his voice low as he asked, "Why is Judge Hanya crying? Did something happen?"
Hearing Daziel's question, the joy on Fu Xuan's face faded slightly. Fatigue, embarrassment, helplessness – a mixture of emotions intertwined, making her expression a bit odd.
She sighed, rubbing the third eye on her forehead.
"It's all because of you, you know..."
Fu Xuan glared at Daziel irritably, her voice dropping, tinged with helplessness.
"After Hoolay's heart merged with your body, your body underwent a violent transformation, especially..."
"Especially... that place... it swelled up abnormally, almost like it was going to explode."
She paused, her gaze drifting to the corner, her voice growing even quieter.
"So... the three of us took turns helping you guide that power... Who knew, when it was Hanya's turn, her luck wasn't very good..."
Fu Xuan seemed to be choosing her words carefully, trying to describe the situation as tactfully as possible, but a hint of pity and embarrassment still surfaced on her face, and her fair cheeks flushed a faint red.
"How should I put it... It was like a torrent that had accumulated to its peak suddenly found an outlet. She happened to bear the brunt of the most violent impact... To describe it, it was probably like a runaway high-pressure water gun?"
The force of the impact was enormous, directly sending her flying... It looked like she was quite frightened, the psychological trauma is probably not small."
After speaking, she secretly glanced at Hanya in the corner, a trace of sympathy in her eyes.
Daziel listened, dumbfounded, and subconsciously looked down at himself.
"Er... Is it that exaggerated?"
He simply couldn't imagine the scene.
Fu Xuan rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"You caused this trouble yourself, apologize properly to her later. Be sincere, understand?"
Daziel felt his face burn as if on fire, so embarrassed he wished he could find a hole to crawl into. He coughed twice, trying to cover up his awkwardness and embarrassment.
"Ahem... I understand."
An indescribable sense of guilt welled up in his heart.
Just then, a steady set of footsteps sounded.
Accompanied by the familiar clash of armor, Jing Yuan's tall figure appeared at the entrance.
Dozens of Cloud Knights in fine armor, along with Yanqing, followed behind him.
"It seems I'm late?"
General Jing Yuan's face always wore a reassuring, gentle smile. His warm, jade-like gaze swept over everyone in the room, finally lingering briefly on Daziel and Fu Xuan. Seeing him, Fu Xuan's accumulated fatigue and anger instantly found an outlet.
"General! You finally decided to show up!"
She shot up with a "whoosh," the movement so large it even made her purple hair sway. Hands on her hips, she glared fiercely at Jing Yuan.
"How long has it been since the battle ended? The daylilies are already cold! You're only arriving now, we're all about to die of exhaustion!"
Fu Xuan's complaints came out like a string of firecrackers, pouring out relentlessly and unceremoniously.
Jing Yuan helplessly raised his hand, scratched the back of his head, and showed an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, sorry, dealing with those obstacles took a bit longer, got delayed for a moment. It looks like it's been truly hard on you, Fu Xuan, and Daziel, you both did very well this time."
Fu Xuan snorted lightly, turning her head away proudly, her delicate lips pouting slightly, clearly still not having completely dispelled her resentment.
Daziel struggled to sit up, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the corner.
Hanya still had her back to everyone, her body trembling slightly. Her suppressed sobs, though she tried hard to control them, were still clearly audible in the quiet room.
He took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and walked towards her.
"Um... Judge Hanya..."
Hanya's body visibly stiffened, and her crying paused for a moment.
She didn't turn around, her voice thick with a nasal tone and an almost imperceptible tremor.
"...Mr. Daziel, is there something you need?"
Daziel stood a few steps behind Hanya, looking at her thin, trembling back, his heart filled with guilt and unease. For a moment, he was at a loss for words, not knowing how to begin. "I'm sorry... about what happened earlier... I..."
"It doesn't matter!"
Hanya abruptly cut Daziel off, her voice suddenly rising, filled with a stubbornness and grievance that seemed to come from gritted teeth.
But the trembling of her shoulders intensified, and the sobs she had tried so hard to suppress could no longer be controlled.
This "it doesn't matter" sounded more difficult for Daziel to handle than any accusation.
He opened his mouth, wanting to apologize again, but looking at Hanya's reddened eyes and the still-wet tear tracks at their corners, the words of apology seemed to get stuck in his throat, unable to come out no matter how he tried.
The atmosphere instantly became incredibly awkward.
Fu Xuan sighed helplessly, walked over to General Jing Yuan, and handed him a jade abacus.
"During a moment of leisure just now, I already wrote up a report. The details of what happened are all here, General, you can see for yourself."
Jing Yuan took the jade abacus, his fingertips lightly touching the screen's surface, quickly Browse the information.
A moment later, General Jing Yuan looked up. His originally gentle face now held a trace of gravity and seriousness.
His gaze fell on Daziel, filled with scrutiny and contemplation.
"The power of the Denizen of Abundance war-leader... was actually absorbed by you in this manner."
General Jing Yuan pondered, seeming to consider the seriousness of this matter and the subsequent handling plan.
"This is no small matter. I will immediately compile a report and submit it to the Xianzhou Alliance headquarters. But for now, Daziel, you'd best go to the Alchemy Commission first. Let the Dragon Lady give you a detailed examination to ensure there are no hidden dangers."
...
The group left the ravaged Shackling Prison and headed for the Alchemy Commission.
Inside the Alchemy Commission, the scent of medicine permeated the air, and the atmosphere was tranquil.
"Wow! Brother Daziel, your body is incredibly healthy right now!"
Bailu carefully examined Daziel, her small face full of amazement.
"Your meridians are strong, your qi and blood are abundant, you're in much better shape than when I last saw you! The injuries you mentioned have completely healed, not even a scar remains!"
Bailu tutted in amazement, gently poking Daziel's arm with her finger, curiously examining his body.
"On the other hand, Sister Guinaifen and Sister Sushang have suffered some internal injuries and will need a few days to recuperate."
Hearing Bailu's words, Daziel's heart tightened again.
It seemed this battle had widespread repercussions; Guinaifen and Sushang's conditions were relatively more serious.
Confirming Daziel's body was fine, Jing Yuan let out a thorough sigh of relief.
He walked up to Daziel, patted his shoulder solemnly, his eyes filled with gratitude.
"Daziel, thanks to you this time, an even greater disaster was avoided. The Luofu, and indeed the entire Xianzhou, owes you another debt of gratitude."
General Jing Yuan's thanks were heartfelt, sincere, and earnest.
Daziel shook his head, humbly saying, "General, you exaggerate. I was also acting in self-preservation."
The chaotic and complex events had, for now, finally come to a temporary end, but the aftershocks were far from over.
General Jing Yuan, along with Fu Xuan and the others, began to deal with the subsequent cleanup and further arrangements for Daziel.
Daziel returned alone to his temporary lodging at the Yichen Inn.
Pushing open the door, a faint, elegant scent of sandalwood greeted him.
Daziel walked slowly to the center of the room. With a rub of his fingertips, the Aether Coin appeared in his palm. With a thought, the coin was gently tossed upwards.
Ding—
With a crisp sound of metal striking the air, the coin hovered in mid-air, blooming with a soft yet unignorable halo of light.
The light rippled like water, then converged inwards, taking shape.
When the brilliance faded, a graceful figure stood silently.
It was still the captivating, gentle, and lovely face of Tingyun, yet at this moment, a clarity that saw through worldly affairs shone deep within her eyes. Her aura was no longer the previous weakness and frailty; instead, it seemed solid and stable.
Her complexion was rosy, her gaze bright and lively; she had clearly recovered a good deal of her strength.
"Phantylia."
Daziel's voice was low, calm, and without ripples.
Phantylia, in Tingyun's form, curtsied slightly, her movements as elegant and standard as a textbook example, her tone respectfully flawless.
"Benefactor has summoned, Phantylia is here awaiting your instructions."
Her voice was still soft and charming, yet it was laced with an inhuman, ethereal quality.
Daziel's fingertips slid over the cool metal surface of the Aether Coin, carefully sensing.
A strange feeling arose in his heart.
Empty.
The auras of Carnal and Hoolay were completely gone, as if they had never been stored within.
The system had clearly said they were placed in the Aether Coin.
They had vanished, completely disappeared, as if utterly erased by some power.
"Where are Carnal and Hoolay?"
Daziel lifted his gaze, his eyes sharp, looking directly at Phantylia before him, his voice tinged with a subtle inquiry.
Hearing this, Phantylia's delicate eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly. Then, the tip of her rosy tongue lightly licked the corner of her mouth, as if savoring some supreme delicacy, even letting out an extremely faint smacking sound.
"I've already eaten them."
Her tone was light, as if casually remarking on the nice weather, her clear eyes even holding a hint of innocence.
Daziel's heart skipped a beat. Stunned for a moment, he almost thought he'd misheard. "You... ate them directly?"
Phantylia nodded as if it were a matter of course, her expression seeming to say "what else?", even tilting her head slightly, retorting, "Benefactor placed them here, wasn't it for my convenience to draw upon them at any time to replenish my energy?"
She paused, her tone carrying an almost imperceptible hint of complaint, or perhaps a kind of boast. "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I last devoured my own kind. The taste... was actually quite palatable. Especially that Heliobus called Carnal, it was quite potent and strong, Benefactor."
Her eyes flowed, refocusing on Daziel, filled with an obvious expectation and longing. "Do you... have any similar Heliobi on hand? The more, the better."
Daziel looked at her, his initial astonishment quickly turning into amusement.
No wonder she's Phantylia, she seems to master any persona quickly, a bit like Sparkle.
With a thought, he flipped his palm, and a flash of brilliance appeared.
That ancient, heavy Moon-Concealing Gourd was now in his palm, held as he unhurriedly, gently swayed it before Phantylia's eyes.
A dim luster flowed across the gourd's surface, faint energy fluctuations emanating from it.
Phantylia's previously indolent yet respectful expression suddenly froze!
The next moment, her beautiful eyes instantly burst with an unbelievable light!
Ecstasy and extreme desire almost overflowed from her eyes, igniting her entire being.
She even forgot to maintain that deliberate respectful posture, eagerly leaning forward, her soft, warm body almost pressing against Daziel, her breath like orchids as she whispered in his ear, "Benefactor... quickly, give it to me... I, I really want this..."
Her voice was enchanting to the bone, carrying a tremor that made one's bones melt.
Daziel raised an eyebrow with great interest, watching her flustered state, deliberately teasing, "Want what?"
Phantylia, at this moment, could no longer care about composure. The desire in her heart was like a prairie fire, burning her with an unbearable itch. She blurted out, speaking frankly, "Of course... I want this... this big gourd in Benefactor's hand..."
Her tone was soft and coquettish, her eyes fixed intently on the Moon-Concealing Gourd.
"Wait a moment."
Daziel raised a hand, his fingertips gently touching Phantylia's smooth forehead, stopping her almost-snatching movement. His tone suddenly shifted, becoming meaningful.
"I just devoured Hoolay's heart, my power is abundant, and I have an excessive amount of stamina right now..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Phantylia's slightly changed expression, and continued calmly, "Guinaifen and Sushang are currently injured and temporarily unavailable. There's no one suitable around... So, Phantylia, help me deal with that aspect of things first."
Hearing this, Phantylia's delicate body suddenly stiffened!
The ecstasy and desire on her face instantly faded, replaced by an extremely strange and complex expression—shock, disbelief, humiliation...
All sorts of emotions flashed rapidly in her beautiful eyes.
This again?!
The grand Annihilation Gang Lord, a being who once stirred up storms in the universe, now... now was going to be... by this fellow for a second time...
This was simply... a monstrous humiliation! An affront to her dignity!
However, feeling Daziel's calm gaze and the undeniable will beneath it, as well as the faint restraint from the Aether Coin within her, Phantylia ultimately suppressed all the surging emotions.
Circumstances were stronger than her.
"...Then... then Benefactor... please, do as you wish."
Although her heart was in turmoil, filled with utter unwillingness and immense humiliation, she knew she currently had no room to resist. She could only grit her silver teeth and force out these few words.
Her voice was still soft and charming, but it carried an imperceptible stiffness and tremor.
Phantylia took a deep breath, suppressing the overwhelming humiliation in her heart. With graceful lotus steps, she silently turned around, presenting her perfect curves to him, as Daziel wished. She frowned her delicate brows slightly, her expression focused and serious, as if performing an extremely important task, diligently adjusting her posture to cooperate with Daziel's movements.
Daziel watched her, a smirk playing on his lips. The great Lord Ravager, a being of cosmic power, now presenting herself like a… well, he wouldn't finish that thought. But the irony wasn't lost on him.
Tingyun's body was a fine vessel, delicate and appealing, and seeing it animated by such a reluctant, powerful entity added a perverse spice to the whole thing. Her "focused and serious" expression was almost comical, like a scholar forced to scrub floors.
He wasted no time. His hand reached out, tracing the curve of her spine, feeling the tremor that ran through her despite her attempted composure. Tingyun's cheongsam, or whatever that outfit was, clung to her form, outlining the curve of her hips.
"No need to be so tense, Lord Ravager," Daziel murmured, his voice low and dangerously close to her ear, deliberately using her title to rub salt in the wound. "It's just... an exchange of favors, isn't it?" His fingers hooked into the fabric of her dress, pulling it up slowly, exposing the pale skin of her thighs.
Phantylia shivered at his touch and words, her breath catching. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Humiliation was a burning fire, but the Aether Coin pulsed faintly, a cold reminder of her chains. She remained still, forcing herself to endure. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine that had nothing to do with cold.
Daziel pushed her lightly forward, making her lean over a nearby table, the pose accentuating her curves. He admired the view for a moment – Tingyun's usually graceful form now in a position of utter submission. "What a perky ass this 'Tingyun' has," he thought with a wolfish grin.
He didn't bother with foreplay beyond that initial touch. His own arousal was a pressing need, fueled by the power coursing through him and the sheer audacity of the situation. He unbuttoned his pants, his erection springing free, thick and heavy. Phantylia squeezed her eyes shut when she heard the rustle of his clothes. She didn't want to see, didn't want to acknowledge it.
Daziel positioned himself behind her. He didn't ask for permission. He spat into his hand, lubricating his cock, and then roughly parted her buttocks. Tingyun's body was small, delicate. He could feel her trembling like a leaf.
"Relax," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Or it'll hurt more than necessary. And don't pretend a being like you doesn't know how to do this." His words were a cruel jab. Phantylia let out a shaky breath, trying to relax. The head of his cock pressed against her tight entrance. It was dry.
He shoved a finger in first, stretching her roughly. She gasped, a small, stifled sound escaping her lips. It was a sound of pain, of violation. Daziel ignored it. Shoved in another finger. "Hold tight, little fox," he grunted, using a nickname for Tingyun to taunt Phantylia further.
Then, with a single, powerful thrust, he penetrated her. Phantylia cried out, a sharp, muffled scream against the tabletop. Tears pricked her eyes, born of pain and pure, unadulterated fury. This body... this weak, mortal shell... was not made for this kind of brutality. Her nails dug into the wood of the table.
"Wretched… insignificant mortal!" her mind screamed, but no sound came out. The Aether Coin tightened its grip, a cold vise around her very essence.
Daziel grunted, burying himself to the hilt. She was tight, incredibly tight. The friction was intense. He began to move, his thrusts hard and fast, devoid of any tenderness. This wasn't about pleasure for her; it was about him taking what he needed, what he was owed for the trouble she'd caused and the current situation.
Each thrust sent jolts through Phantylia's body. The initial pain slowly began to morph into a confusing mix of sensations. The humiliation was still there, a bitter taste in her mouth, but Tingyun's body, treacherously, began to respond to the relentless rhythm. A flush spread across her skin, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Daziel felt her inner walls clenching around him. "Heh, seems even a Lord Ravager has her instincts," he mused. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Enjoying this, Phantylia? Or is the great Emanator of Destruction immune to this kind of… stimulation?"
His taunt made her stiffen, but a soft moan escaped her lips as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Her carefully constructed composure was shattering.
He pounded into her relentlessly, his rhythm quickening. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, a primal rhythm. Phantylia's head lolled, her purple hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. Her "focused and serious" expression was long gone, replaced by a mask of flushed skin, parted lips, and wide, glazed eyes staring blankly at the table.
He could feel her nearing the edge, her body trembling uncontrollably. He gripped her hips, pulling her back against him with each thrust, driving deeper. "Almost there, Phantylia… just hold on a little longer," he growled, though it wasn't clear if he was talking to her or himself.
With a final, guttural roar, Daziel came, his discharge hot and copious inside her. He stayed deep within her for a moment, panting, before slowly withdrawing.
Phantylia sagged against the table, strengthless, her legs threatening to buckle. Her entire body throbbed. The humiliation was still an open wound, but it was now overlaid with a strange exhaustion and a lingering, unwelcome physical echo of the encounter.
Time flowed slowly in the silent room, sandalwood smoke curling upwards, only the gradually roughening and then steadying sounds of their breathing intertwined. A long time later. Phantylia let out a slightly weary sigh, her breath still somewhat unsteady. She slowly turned around. Her originally rosy cheeks were now dyed with a layer of resplendent (but often with a decadent connotation) crimson. Her eyes and brows carried a hint of laziness and weariness, but her glistening gaze was still accurately, directly fixed on Daziel, her eyes complex, questioning.
Daziel understood immediately. Without saying much, he directly handed over the Moon-Concealing Gourd in his palm. Phantylia almost instantly reached out with both hands, carefully taking the gourd. Her movements were as if consecrating a rare treasure, her eyes rekindling with a fervent light. She impatiently uncorked the gourd.
Buzz— In an instant, two clusters of hazy light mist, as if alive, lightly drifted out from the gourd's mouth. One mass was shaped like a ghostly hand, as beautiful as rosy clouds—it was Luoqi; the other was shaped like an eye, hazy like a dreamscape—it was Huanmeng. The two Heliobi, transformed into light mists, slowly unfurled their bodies in the air, seemingly still a bit dazed and muddled from just being released from their restraints.
However, before they could fully come to their senses, before they could even let out a cry of surprise, Phantylia had already opened her enticing sandalwood mouth. A gentle inhale! Like a long whale drawing in water, the two clusters of light mist were instantly pulled by an invisible force, twisting and deforming, completely powerless to resist as she devoured them whole!
Phantylia closed her eyes, carefully feeling the two streams of pure energy flowing and merging within her body, nourishing her weakened soul. A moment later, a look of satiety and comfort appeared on her face, as if a long drought had finally met sweet rain.
"Well, is this enough this time?" Daziel watched the subtle changes in Phantylia's expression, asking calmly.
Phantylia carefully savored the replenished power within her body, feeling that long-lost sense of strength. After a good while, she finally nodded in satisfaction, her voice also regaining some of its previous ethereal and composed quality. "Enough... Thank you for your generous gift, Benefactor."
She paused, her eyes flowing again, her gaze returning to Daziel, carrying a hint of subtle probing as she softly proposed, "It's just... what Phantylia lacks most now is still a body strong enough to bear my power. Benefactor is all-powerful... How about... you help me... rob the Ambrosial Arbor again?" As she spoke the last words, her voice lowered, tinged with a cautious anticipation.
Hearing this, Daziel's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He shook his head without hesitation, rejecting her. "The Ambrosial Arbor? Don't even think about it! How could something that shakes the very foundation of the Xianzhou happen again?!" His tone was firm and decisive, leaving no room for doubt.
Seeing the obvious disappointment flash in Phantylia's eyes, Daziel pondered for a moment, his tone softening slightly. "However... the Ambrosial Arbor is out of the question, but that doesn't mean there aren't other ways."
He mused, as if calculating something. "Perhaps... there are other methods to find a suitable body for you. If we count the time, it should be soon."
Hearing this, the disappointment in Phantylia's eyes faded, instantly brightening again. Curiosity and anticipation once more took over as she quickly asked, "Oh? What way is that? Can Benefactor reveal a little? That body... can it be as strong as the Ambrosial Arbor?"
Daziel, however, merely shook his head mysteriously, playing coy. "It's hard to say right now, but I imagine... it shouldn't be too bad." His gaze fell on Phantylia's face, still somewhat weary yet undeniably beautiful, a playful smile suddenly flashing in his eyes. "The work is done, energy replenished, and it's still early..."
Daziel leaned forward a step, his voice low. "Since it has come to this, let's talk about other things?"
Phantylia's delicate body suddenly trembled, her face instantly filled with astonishment and disbelief. She blurted out, her voice rising several pitches, "No... No way, Benefactor?! You... you haven't had enough yet?!" Her tone was filled with shock, bewilderment, and even an imperceptible hint of... coquettish complaint? And an indescribable complex emotion, as if accusing Daziel of being insatiable.
Daziel, seeing her reaction, was first stunned, then burst out laughing, realizing Phantylia had completely misunderstood his meaning. He was about to explain that he meant to test Phantylia's current soul strength, or discuss future plans. But he saw Phantylia sigh lightly as if resigned to her fate. Although her face was clearly etched with a "spare me" expression, she silently... prepared to turn around again...
A wicked glint appeared in Daziel's eyes. Explain? Why bother? Her assumption was… convenient. And Tingyun's body, even with Phantylia's soul fuming inside, was undeniably tempting. Besides, he did still feel an excess of energy. Waste not, want not.
"Who said I was done, Lord Ravager?" he purred, his voice dripping with amusement and renewed desire. "Are you reading minds now? Or is it that... deep down, you're eager for more?"
Phantylia froze mid-turn, her head snapping back to face him, eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and fresh horror. "You... you can't be serious!" she hissed, 'Tingyun's' voice cracking under the strain of her outrage.
"Oh, but I am," Daziel said, closing the distance. He reached out and cupped her face, his thumb stroking the soft skin. Tingyun's skin. Phantylia's trapped consciousness. The combination was intoxicating. "Think of it as... an endurance test. For both of us."
This time, he didn't wait for her to turn. He pushed her back onto the bed, the soft mattress giving way beneath her. Tingyun's clothes were already rumpled from their first encounter. He tore them off unceremoniously, exposing her completely. Phantylia lay there, sprawled, vulnerable, her eyes burning with impotent rage.
"If only I had a fraction of my power…" she seethed internally. But she was helpless.
Daziel loomed over her. "Let's try something different this time, shall we?" He spread her legs, admiring the view. Tingyun's form was slender, but her thighs were soft, her core still glistening from their previous encounter.
He settled between her legs, but instead of penetrating her immediately, he leaned down, his face close to hers. "Look at me, Phantylia." She squeezed her eyes shut. "I said, look at me," he commanded, his voice firm. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. There was no escape.
"That's it," he said with satisfaction. "I want to see the great Lord Ravager's expression as she's fucked by an 'insignificant mortal'." Her eyes blazed, but she was trapped. He kissed her then, hard and demanding, plundering her mouth. Phantylia initially resisted, lips pressed tight, but his persistence, the sheer force of his will, broke her. Her mouth softened under his assault, her body trembling.
When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathless. He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path from her lips, down her neck, to her small, firm breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, suckling and teasing, his fingers playing with the other.
Phantylia gasped, her back arching involuntarily. This was different from the first time. There was a perverse intimacy to it, a deliberate exploration that was almost more humiliating than the brutal efficiency from before. Her mind screamed defiance, but her body… her body was betraying her with every touch. "This body… this weak, pathetic shell!"
Daziel chuckled, sensing her inner turmoil. "Feels good, doesn't it? Even gods have their weak spots."
He moved lower still, his tongue continuing its devastating exploration. When his mouth reached her core, Phantylia let out a choked cry, her hips bucking. He held her down, his tongue relentless, teasing her clit, dipping into her wet folds. She was already incredibly slick.
"N-no... Stop..." she moaned, the words a mere breath.
"Why? Don't like my 'tongue work,' Lord Ravager?" Daziel taunted, his voice muffled against her skin. "I hear it's a house specialty."
He brought her to a shuddering orgasm with his mouth, her body convulsing, fingers digging into the sheets. She felt utterly undone, her pride in tatters. Before she could recover, Daziel moved up, positioning his cock at her entrance again. She was slick and ready. He slid into her smoothly this time, the passage easier, but no less invasive.
He moved slowly at first, watching her face, savoring the conflict in her eyes. The humiliation, the unwanted pleasure, the glint of rage. "That's right, Phantylia," he whispered. "Feel all of it." Then he began to thrust, his rhythm steady and powerful.
He changed positions, pulling her to the edge of the bed so she was on all fours again, taking her from behind with deep, punishing thrusts.
He lifted one of her legs, angling himself for an even deeper penetration, making her cry out.
Daziel came once again inside Phantylia's pussy, but it did nothing to quell the burning lust raging within him. Without wasting time, he pulled his cock out of her semen-smeared slit and thrust into her other tight hole.
"A-aahh!..." Phantylia let out a cry at the sudden intrusion—the hot, throbbing member sheathed itself inside her ass like a sword in its scabbard.
Daziel felt the walls of her ass clenching around his cock as if trying to crush it, the pleasure was overwhelming. Soon, he began thrusting hard, his thighs slamming against her soft, pale buttocks, leaving behind an enticing redness.
After fiercely thrusting inside her for a time, Daziel came again, marking the walls of Phantylia's tight ass with a milky white.
Daziel pulled out his cock as he watched his semen drip from both of Phantylia's entrances—it was a divine sight.
But it still wasn't enough to satisfy him, turning her back, pinning her arms above her head, fucking her with a fierce possessiveness.
Each orgasm he wrung from her was a victory, a testament to his dominance over this once-mighty being. Phantylia lost track of time, lost track of herself. There was only the relentless rhythm, the heat, the shame, and the confusing, treacherous pleasure.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Daziel reached his own climax, groaning as he spilled into her again. He collapsed beside her, both of them slick with sweat and exhausted.
Phantylia lay there, staring at the ceiling, her mind a chaotic whirlwind. She felt... hollowed out. Drained. Utterly defeated. This Daziel… he was a monster in his own way, a vortex of lust and power. And she, Phantylia, the Undying, had been thoroughly consumed. Sleep eventually claimed her, a brief respite from the torment.
The next morning. Soft morning light filtered through the exquisite window lattice, casting mottled shadows on the ancient wooden floor. Daziel awoke leisurely in the tranquility, his consciousness slowly returning like a receding tide. He subconsciously reached out, felt for his phone placed on the bedside table, fingerprint unlocked, and the screen lit up. What greeted him was a newly arrived unread message. A light tap of his fingertip, and the message expanded. Just a few short words, but the information was significant.
Daziel's gaze swept over each word, and an involuntary, meaningful smile, tinged with a hint of anticipation, slowly curved his lips. "Heh..." A light chuckle escaped his lips. "Speak of the devil. Phantylia's body, hasn't it just delivered itself to my doorstep?"
Beside him, Phantylia was curled up, her long hair spread out. Her exquisitely beautiful face showed a trace of post-satisfaction weariness, and the faint dark circles under her eyes indicated the previous night's energy replenishment and... the physical and mental toll of certain misunderstandings.
Daziel reached out and gently patted her smooth shoulder. The touch was warm and delicate, with surprising elasticity. Phantylia murmured softly, her eyelashes fluttering as she groggily opened her eyes, misty and dazed from just waking.
"Awake?" Daziel's voice was a bit hoarse from the morning, yet still steady. "Mm," Phantylia responded lazily.
Daziel tapped her shoulder with his fingertip, his tone carrying an unquestionable meaning, "Get up, freshen up." He paused, looking at Phantylia's gradually focusing eyes, which now reflected his image, a playful arc forming on his lips. "That body you've been longing for, more or less... it's been found."
Phantylia jolted violently, weariness instantly washed away by astonishment! She almost sprang up, the silk covers slipping, revealing a large expanse of snowy skin and delicate collarbones, her eyes filled with disbelief. "What?! So soon?!" Her voice suddenly rose, carrying a slight tremor, a mixture of ecstasy and a sliver of uncertain doubt. "Benefactor... Are you serious? Is it Ambrosial Arbor-level?"
Daziel chuckled softly, not directly answering her question about its strength, just winking mysteriously. "Whether it is or not, you'll find out soon enough."
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