Reaper of the Martial World

Book 4: Chapter 31: Love

Just like Dyon had expected, the human world was nothing like the martial world. Even with Ri and Madeleine’s beauty being well beyond anything mortals had ever seen, they were at most the subject of passing glances.

He had brought them both to experience human world food and everything had gone smoothly. It seemed that mortals felt less entitled. Or, more accurately, they had better control over how they acted upon their feelings – mostly because strength didn’t dictate as much here as it did there.

Ri and Madeleine couldn’t help but look around in awe. Although much of the martial world was also technologically advanced, it was definitely not to this extent. They were mostly fascinated by things like cars and smart phones. It inspired Dyon to revamp his communication device. He felt it was a bit ridiculous that he needed to use dao stones, and yet still have communication limited to just this planet. To Dyon, it must have been because his energy cultivating talent had been non-existent when he first created the device, so he was much too wasteful.

Dao stones contained enigmatic energy, the energy of dao level experts. These were people who could destroy an entire universe should they have incentive to do so. In fact, it was a war between experts of that level that results in Chaos Universe and most likely, by Dyon’s estimation, also led to the energy deficiencies of this universe. If energy that potent could only communicate across a single planet, then there had to be a mistake somewhere.

However, Dyon put that to the back of his mind for now. Aside from tonight, he had two more days of peace with Madeleine and Ri before they had to head back to the martial world. So, he planned on using it to the fullest.

Later that night, Dyon brought Ri and Madeleine to a Hilton hotel and reserved the entire top floor suite for the next three days.

Although Ri and Madeleine had no idea, that was something that was meant to be impossible. The idea of showing up to a 5-star hotel and asking for their best room on such short notice was only possible for very few people.

However, it seemed that enough odd occurrences had happened that day for Ri and Madeleine to finally grow curious enough to ask.

“What exactly is that black thing you’ve been taking out all day?” Ri asked curiously.

“This?” Dyon held up a sleek black credit card. But, it was unlike any other. It was nearly half a centimeter thick and weighed nearly a pound. There wasn’t a number code on it, but there was a single silver chip that likely acted as a source of identification. “The is just a payment method we call a credit card. They’re usually separated by tiers depending on the credit limit, or money you have access to at any given time.”

“So why has everyone been so silent when they see it if it’s so normal?” Madeleine chimed in while looking out the glass window of the elevator they were slowly riding up.

Dyon laughed, “That’s probably because it’s the first time they’ve seen one without a limit.”

“Without a limit? So you’re basically a king here.” Madeleine giggled.

Dyon grinned. He hadn’t told them, but he had been using his array alchemy to stop people from recognizing him the entire day. Although he was two years older now, it was likely that many would still remember his face and he hadn’t wanted that to take over the entire day.

“Come.” Dyon said as the elevator doors opened to their exclusive two floor suite. “Tonight, this king is yours.”

Ri and Madeleine giggled as Dyon swung them into his arms and swooped into the room.

** historical

“Dyon is back?” A middle-aged man with greying hair sat in an office few wouldn’t recognize. He was clearly a busy and quite tired, but this seemed to be the best news he had heard in years.

“If you can believe it Commander in chief, the little rascal came back with two wives. Two!” The robust voice of Lieutenant General Barbaros erupted from the other end of the phone line, clearly having needed someone to vent to.

“Sh sh, not so loud!” The middle-aged man turned a wary gaze over to a sixteen-year-old girl who had been quietly typing away on her phone – an action that had stopped when she heard Dyon’s name. But, when she heard Barbaros’ words, it would have been more accurate to say that she froze.

It was only then that the middle-aged man realized that he had likely made things worse with his words. But, before he could attempt to fix it, a knock came at his door.

“Sorry, Mr. President. I know that this is time you usually reserve to spend with your daughter. But, something important has come up.”

The middle-aged man could only apologetically smile toward his daughter, but she seemed to be showing no other reaction aside from her initial surprise. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but as the daughter of the President of the United States, she was very much used to hiding things… Especially when that thing was how she felt.

“It’s okay dad, we still have tomorrow. We meet everyday after all.”

Hearing his daughter’s words, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. She repeated those words to him everyday… He couldn’t remember the last time they had ever finished their time together.

“Clara wait.” He called out just before she stepped out of the oval office.

“Yes?”

“Would you like m3 to invite Dyon for dinner?”

Clara smiled a smile that almost seemed rehearsed, “You can. But, I don’t think I’ll be there.”

With that, Clara disappeared, not allowing her father to respond as she walked down the lonely hallways. It wasn’t that there weren’t people. But, the moving pieces were so numerous and so loud that they were almost too easy to ignore.

Soon, Clara found her way to her room and entered the bathroom silently, standing in front of the mirror.

She stood there for a while, scanning over her long brunette hair and eyes so a pale blue that they were actually grey. She had a fair caramel skin tone that made it obvious she was of mixed race, and she had delicate and soft features that were a striking dichotomy to the cold that permeated her eyes.

After a few moments, Clara took a deep breath before washing her face and toweling off. Then, she did something she rarely did and smiled, think of a handsome boy with a personality large enough to make even her stoic father happy to hear his name. It was likely that anyone who would have seen this smile would have been at a loss for words. But, it remained hidden, never to be seen.

“I wish you the best.” She whispered before walking out.

A fair distance away, Dyon stared out of the large suite windows with a pensive look. He wore his sweatpants and had removed his shirt to clean his wound and switch out his bandages. Ri and Madeleine had gone off to bathe together, something he had wanted to join but was kicked out of much to his sadness.  

‘I owe you. But I can’t marry you.’ As conceited as that sounded, Dyon had to be realistic with himself. The fact he even thought he owed Clara in the first place was already conceited of him. He hadn’t seen Clara since he was 13, and even before that, he hadn’t spoken to her since he was 10. He didn’t know what was telling him that she still had or ever had feelings like that for him. It was pure conceit.

But, regardless of whether she had any feelings or not, he would pay her back. He didn’t know if it was possible for any mortals other than him to cultivate, but he would at least take Clara out to experience the martial world.

If he brought her to the Epistemic Tower, maybe he could earn some blood essence rewards to help her body cultivate. Then, once her body was strong enough, he could ask his grand teacher to give her a set of meridians too.

Dyon felt like the best way to pay Clara back was by giving her something that was taken away from most humans… Their power. Then, one day, when enough time had passed, if she really was in love with him now, she would happily move on and find someone who treated her better.

Suddenly, Dyon’s thoughts were interrupted.

“Look at him. Probably thinking about useless and stupid stuff again.” Giggled Ri.

Madeleine nodded in agreement. “That’s definitely his ‘I’m overthinking simple things’ face again.”

Dyon turned back, ready to rebuttal, but his words got caught in his throat.

There stood his lovely wives, wrapped in towels so short that he was almost certain that if he turned them around, the soft shape of their asses would poke out ever so slightly.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his breathing, but nothing seemed to be working. Even the water that faintly dripped from their long hair to their bodies was too much for him to handle.

“I think I made a mistake.” Dyon choked out.

Ri and Madeleine smiled, walking each to either of Dyon’s sides and trailing their small hands along his growing bulge.

“What mistake is that?” Madeleine giggled lightly.

“I can’t handle the both of you…” Despite his words, Dyon’s arms had snaked around waists, grabbing their soft asses as he lifted them each up – one for each arm.

Ri and Madeleine shrieked with delight as they tried their best to keep their towels wrapped around themselves even as Dyon gently laid them on the large super sized bed.

Dyon took his time, leaning over their figures domineeringly as his lips graced each one of theirs.

Ri’s smell and taste was the same. It was like stepping in the freshest of spring waters and being graced with the softness of lavender.

Madeleine was like a delicate flower, but she had the plumpness and sweet taste of a peach.

Dyon threw away his pants, almost resentful that they had been there as he slowly turned his gaze from Ri to Madeleine and back again.

Their towels left little to the imagination, but that made them all the more alluring.

Ri’s petite but curvy figure was wrapped much more tightly than Madeleine, but because of her position lying on her back and the bend of her knee, Dyon could see the faint sight of one of the most beautiful things the world had to offer.

Madeleine, however, had a figure much too robust for the pitiful towel to handle. Because she had been longing for Dyon’s touch, her hands hadn’t bothered to keep the towel in place so it had burst apart, revealing a sight Dyon too had longed to see.

Madeleine’s figure had truly filled out. Her breasts were more than what Dyon’s undoubtedly large hands could handle and her hips flared from her waist so perfectly that Dyon’s hands found their way there first.

Flashing golds of Dyon’s aurora flame and the crystals of his celestial will came down with an energy he had never pushed it to before.

After awakening his energy cultivation, Dyon had gained the ability to tap into his wills to a new level. And with his saint soul, he obviously had the ability to push his aurora flames to all new heights. But now, Ri and Madeleine were feeling the full brunt of both.

Dyon’s hands gently pulled away their towels, revealing two immaculate figures that were reddening and moaning under his touch.

His hands slipped down their curved figures, delicately tracing their inner thighs and ever so lightly outlining their pink folds. Ri’s small triangular patch of hair and Madeleine small strip added the perfect accents to their already perfect bodies.

Their hips rocked to Dyon’s touch, grinding his fingers further into them as their hands found their way to each other.

“Dyon.” Both of their moans filled room as they convulsed violently. They hadn’t lasted even a minute under Dyon’s touch.

“That was too easy for you two,” Dyon smiled, trailing kisses over their bodies as they shivered. “I’m going to make you work for it next time.

Dyon pulled Madeleine up from the bed, taking her into his arms and enjoying the two mounds of flesh that pressed against his chest. He had already positioned his cock at Ri’s entrance, pouring his wills into her.

Ri’s entrance grinded along Dyon’s tip, lacing it with her delicate juices as her legs trembled.

Madeleine’s arms wrapped around Dyon’s neck. She had forgotten the last coherent thought she had, but all she knew was that there was nothing better in this world than to be in her husband’s arms.

Dyon slowly pushed forward, relishing in the sound of Ri’s near bestial growl as he penetrated her.

Madeleine’s delicate lips found their way to his, falling into his embrace even more. But, when she felt Dyon’s hands slip into her, she too lost herself as her back arched, biting his lip in retaliation.

Dyon stroked slowly, feeling the wet vortex of Ri’s treasured place convulse around him even as his hand delicately explored Madeleine’s.

Ri’s hips seemed to beg Dyon to go faster, to go deeper, but he refused. Every time she pushed forward, he pulled back and every time she pulled back, he pushed forward.

Madeleine was even more frustrated. Dyon’s control over his hands far outdid his cock. The way he slowly circled her clit. The way his fingers curled into her, but never deep enough. The way his kiss was slow and gentle. It kept her longing for more.

Ri and Madeleine moaned in frustration. Every time they nearly climbed over the peak, Dyon would stop. Pulling out of Ri and taking his fingers away from Madeleine.

“Dyon. Please.” Their moans became pleas and their growls became whimpers.

Dyon didn’t seem to hear them, only slowly increasing his pace when Madeleine’s nails began to dig into his back.

“Dyon, I’m cumming.” Madeleine moaned into Dyon’s ear, unable to control the violent shaking of her hips as she grinded into Dyon’s fingers.

Ri couldn’t speak. She had thrusted her hips so far forward, unready for Dyon’s increased pace, that she had felt him in a place that was almost too deep. Her orgasm was so violent that she turned over, needing to escape from the pleasure.

Dyon smiled, gently running his hands over RI’s body as he set Madeleine down gently.

Ri faced Madeleine’s cheek, grasping her hand for a moment they all knew she had anticipated even as the last over her convulsions slowly ended.

Dyon leaned over Madeleine, looking into deep purple eyes with a smile playing his features. He gently kissed lips, laying his cock on her toned belly.

Madeleine’s hand found her way to it while her other happily accepted Ri’s.

“Take me.”

Dyon shivered as he felt Madeleine guide him to her entrance.

Seeing Madeleine sure smile, Dyon no longer hesitated as he pushed forward.

Madeleine gasped at the all new sensation. She didn’t feel pain, but there was an endless warm feeling her belly. Dyon’s cock was nothing like his hands. Both felt good, but Madeleine immediately understood why Ri had nearly passed out.

“Dyon… It’s too good…” Madeleine’s moans filled the room as Dyon slowly slid in and out of her, relishing in the sight of her small pink folds being separated by him.

Ri’s free hand glided over Madeleine’s body, lightly tracing her pink and perky nipples before exploring more sensitive areas.

Dyon watched this as he savored the crevices of Madeleine’s walls. Both Ri and Madeleine were tight beyond belief. He could feel their every orgasm with every inch of himself. But still, he held back. He wanted to give Madeleine his everything for her first.

But, Ri and Madeleine almost seemed lost in their own world. Dyon’s hand had found its way to RI’s delicate folds, causing her breathing to quicken along with Madeleine’s. But, they no longer faced Dyon. In fact, they faced each other.

Madeleine lay on her back, her legs wrapped tightly around Dyon’s waist as her ample breasts bounced with his every movement. Her nose was a mere half each from Ri’s, their breathing completely in sync. There was only one more push needed, just a single ride to the peak of pleasure.

Dyon’s pace quickened, his hand grinding into Ri even as he slid deeper and deeper into Madeleine. And that was when he felt it. The burning fires of a violet flame and the call of a phoenix.

Madeleine, Ri and Dyon’s souls intertwined as the lips of two otherworldly beauties found their way to each other.

Dyon felt his body cultivation skyrocket. 12%… 15%… 18%… 19%… 19.5%…19.9%.

Energy stones flew from Dyon’s ring, randomly filled the room as he was unwilling to lose the feeling of Madeleine wrapped around him.

Dyon soul broke through an entire layer, shattering the peak of the lower 7^th stage to enter the peak of the middle 7^th stage.

Dyon’s energy cultivation seemed to want to tear through everything in existence, but he held it back – stamping it down even as he watched Ri’s tongue slip into Madeleine’s mouth.

“You two…” Dyon’s voice came out in a low growl as the flames of violet danced in the air.

Ri propped herself up on her knees, sticking her ass toward Dyon as she deepened her kiss with Madeleine.

The sight was too much for Dyon. He lifted Ri up by her waist, causing her to squeal with pleasure as he placed her on top of Madeleine.

Their two sets of folds lay perfectly on top of each other as Dyon did something he was sure only a cultivator could do.

He started slowly, pulling from Madeleine’s convulsing folds to enter Ri’s before going back. The muffled moans of his wives as their lips locked with each other was all the motivation Dyon needed to quicken his pace.

The soft wetness of their entrances leaked and combined. The raging purple flames flared with Dyon’s golden, raising their pleasure by three.

Dyon felt himself nearing his limit.

And then it came.

Dyon entered Madeleine, releasing so strongly that he had to hold onto Ri and Madeleine to stabilize him.

Madeleine’s hips convulsed, relishing in the gush that unleashed inside of her as her legs locked around Dyon.

Dyon’s arms wrapped around Ri’s waist, his hands finding their way to her folds before he circulated a final time, causing her to bite Madeleine’s lip as she moaned with pleasure.

That night, Dyon slept with a grin on his face. Madeleine to his right, Ri to his left and each hand rested on a soft mound.

Madeleine and Ri slept soundly too, their heads being rested on Dyon broad chest gave them a sense of security neither felt with it.

“I love you.” Dyon said softly. He didn’t say these words nearly enough, but he felt the need to now.

The smiles of Ri and Madeleine’s faces brightened as they snuggled closer, allowing the soft breathing of sleep to fill the room.