Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 4904  Am I Afraid Of The Cold Palace? (R-18)

”…” I woke up, only to see that another hour had passed, or was it just another hour?

I can tell that this wasnʼt my first time waking up.

Ever since then, he would visit the room every hour or two, opening the door and looking at me with a faint smile. That same smile which enamored me was starting to look scary. I donʼt like it, but heʼs still gentle with me.

He held me close, our bodies entwined even in sleep. The moment I woke up, he would start with a slow kiss, making me passionate, quickly undressing the rest of my clothes while caressing my body. He would grab my butt, sink his fingers, embrace me close with an ardent passion, and give hot, searing kisses that would numb my mind. He would do all sorts of things except penetrate me.

I couldnʼt help but be embarrassed beyond compare, only managing to hide my face with my palms.

Just when I thought it was finally that time, as he would embrace me and spread my legs, he would use his fingers instead. Caught in his embrace, I could only receive relentless caresses, my body arching and quivering as waves of pleasure built, never crested fully, leaving me on the brink of- I donʼt know.

His solid frame would hug me entirely, not leaving a patch of skin and a mound of flesh escape from his embrace.

Sometimes, the hugging and kissing last longer than I expected. After everything is over, he would ask me if it felt good, to which I could only reply-

”Yes…” with a face that couldnʼt look anymore exhausted.

Then he would caress my head and treat me like Iʼm pampered yet not. For some reason, I couldnʼt even protest and barely want to do anything. Am I afraid? Afraid that if I protested, he would permanently leave me?

I donʼt know.

But it kept repeating.

If I donʼt see him in an hour, Iʼd walk into the hall just for him to come to me and undress me again, hoping he would truly make love with me.

Heʼd bring me back, lay me down that bed where my semi-yin essence is abound and start to finger me while I quiver to his thrusts.

Being touched, almost reaching this thing called climax, only to be betrayed at the last moment by his hands. Tightly embraced and kissed, but no penetration?

It felt like a dreamy nightmare that I couldnʼt get my head out of. I wanted more. I nearly wanted to beg, but held my tongue. However, I still couldnʼt endure this for much longer, so I-

”Please stay… penetrate me… make me your woman…” I pleaded, my eyes teary.

He blinks and smiles at me lovingly.

Just when I thought he would stand up and leave again, he made himself comfortable beside me, and we slept together for some time, only to be woken up by his kisses shortly, a long, deep kiss that Iʼm getting addicted to.

I think Iʼm getting it… But I donʼt want to accept it.

It feels uncomfortable but sacred.

Iʼm bound, scared of what would happen if I end up bursting out at him.

I have my tongue out, letting him devour my essence while he fondles my breasts that I have protected from many violating eyes.

He looks so passionate, yet he doesnʼt want to satisfy his lust. In that case, why doesnʼt he just kick me away if he doesnʼt want to make love?

Why is he being unnecessarily gentle?

What is he waiting for?

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”Zenova, wake up. Itʼs time to teleport.”

”Mhm…”

Zenova woke up, finding her lower body aching. She stood up and wobbled like a dead person, her outlook exhausted despite having slept. It wasnʼt a physical aspect but a mental aspect of the impending result she was scared to admit.

Cleaning herself up before dressing up, she walked out with Davis hand-in-hand, but her movements were no different than a puppet.

She arrived there with Davis.

”It took a bit more than two days.” Fairy Wix Voidfield said, ”I apologize for the wait. Let us get on with the second teleportation.”

She performed the same technique without any ceremony, and they arrived without any hiccups.

Davis wordlessly took Zenova back to a new accommodation.

Myria and the others cast inquisitive looks, wondering what was up with her for the gleam in her eyes to have faded away.

”Should we step in or something?” Karyot couldnʼt help but ask the ladies.

”No need.” Myria responded calmly, ”This is an internal problem within the harem.”

”I see…?” Karyot said, but didnʼt look quite convinced.

He felt something was wrong, but he didnʼt think he should step in between the strange relations of the Divine Emperor of Death and another Divergent, so he excused himself like the others after a short talk.

”Nadia, whatʼs happening?” Myria turned to ask.

However, Nadia shook her head.

”I donʼt know. Master has veiled my senses.”

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”Umm~”

I was engaged in a deep kiss with him soon after he brought me to a mansion, his lips claiming mine with that familiar hunger that both thrilled and tormented me.

His hands were already roaming, guiding me towards the bed as if this was just another cycle of his undying soul. He lay me down gently, his body covering mine, and began the ritual I had come to dread and crave. His fingers traced my curves, undressing me with practiced ease, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my neck and over my breasts, sucking and teasing until my nipples hardened under his attention.

He parted my legs, his hand slipping between them, stroking my slick folds with a rhythm that built pleasure, kept reigniting the fire inside me higher and higher, my hips bucking involuntarily as I moaned into his shoulder, even bit him in retaliation, but he gave no reaction. But as always, just as the peak neared, he slowed, withdrawing enough to leave me gasping, my body quivering on the edge of release, denied once more.

This continued a few more times that I didnʼt bother to count until the time he was embracing me with his entire body and devouring my lips.

This time, something snapped inside me. I couldnʼt bear it any longer, the confusion, the ache, the unspoken truth hanging between us. I pushed against his chest lightly, my voice trembling as I finally spoke, ”You managed to break or completely ignore the charm, no?”

He paused, his eyes meeting mine with a knowing glint, but he said nothing. Instead, he turned me around wordlessly, his strong hands flipping me onto my stomach with ease. I felt the cool air on my skin as he removed my dress fully, the fabric pooling at the foot of the bed, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. His body pressed against my back, and then, without warning, he penetrated me from behind, sliding into my wetness with a slow, deliberate thrust that made me gasp sharply.