The Bored Immortal

Ara's expression became slightly nervous upon hearing Mevron suddenly ask her about the Goblin Slayer.

She knew how possessive Mevron was to the point he would kill those who even stared at her for more than a second.

That rabbitman stared at her for a few seconds at least, so it was only natural she would take a look back as well…to size him up. Even if he had an impressive body and charming looks, it was not like she would forget about who her husband was. She had standards, after all, and a rabbitman was obviously beneath her. At best, she could consider using him as her servant to massage her legs or something. Those muscular arms surely can be put to use for such things.

But she wouldn't dare to admit even these things to Mevron and laughed it off, "My prince, you are so sweet when you get jealous, but I couldn't care less about that rabbitman."

"Oh yeah? But I bet you must have at least thought of getting a little bit close to him, eh? Ngh!" Viktor grunted as he continued to ram his thick hot cock into her flooding pussy.

"Ahnng!~Of course…not…Ahnng!~" Ara felt her heart pound even more as Mevron somehow was right about what he said. But she obviously denied it and was enjoying her pussy getting filled with his thick little dragon.

"Is that so? Then why did your pussy get tighter the more I talk about that rabbitman? I guess someone needs to get punished."

*PHA!*

"OOohohhhhh!!~My prince!!~"

Viktor slapped her ass hard as he continued to pound her with full force, making Ara feel as if she might really collapse from all the pleasure and excitement. She had never felt so alive during sex before, nor did she think sex could feel this thrilling.

What got into her husband for him to suddenly become so passionate? Never mind, who cares as long as I enjoy it…Ara only wanted Mevron to ravage her even more as she said, "My prince!~Harder!!~"

"You asked for it, heh," Viktor scoffed as he clutched her nape and began to move his hips at full force while her ass was bouncing wildly under the impact of his thrusts.

Her buttocks were already as red as an apple, while her previously noble face turned into a lewd one as saliva dripped down her tongue, which was dangling outside.

Viktor smirked, seeing that he almost had her control and couldn't wait to get out of here.

Meanwhile, a minute or two ago, Mevron was gulping down some strong drinks placed on the table since he was in a very bad mood after getting rejected by a rabbitwoman.

He thought with his status and power, he could get any woman on his bed without even trying. But the first time he made some effort, he got rejected just like that. It just doesn't make sense. How could someone reject him?

His draconic bloodline was the most superior in this realm. Even the dark elves and the Night Nagas would tread carefully around him. If he were to summon the chief of the strongest rabbitfolk tribe, the chief would be ready to lick his feet any time, let alone a rabbitwoman, or so he thought until Sera rejected him even if it was in a very subtle and polite way.

However, this only made him even more determined to make Sera his. Never had he not gotten anything he wished for except for one thing…except for that person whom he can never dream of even touching. However, that was something that had been set in stone since he was born, so there was nothing he could really do about it. But that didn't mean he would accept any more failures.

Since Sera said that she was already satisfied with what she had, Mevron thought she was talking about Azu since love was one of the strongest values that could make one feel satisfied and happy. So all he had to do was get rid of him and try again.

Still, he was wondering where his wife had gone. Even though he knew she was pissed off, she would usually come right back since she would never leave guests hanging lest people assume something was wrong.

What is that woman doing? Did she really leave me alone to entertain the guests? I must be pampering her too much.

However, his train of thoughts was broken when he sensed the vice president walking toward him in a hurried manner.

"What is it this time, Orgaz? I told you not to disturb me unless—"

"It is a letter from your father, President. His Highness instructed me that you have to read this right now and follow it to the last word," Orgaz said with a slightly anxious expression as he handed over the letter to Mevron.

Mevron pulled together his brows as he opened the letter and read its contents carefully. The more he read it, the more serious his expression became, especially when he learned that this might concern the Winter Dragon King.

"Did you read this letter?" Mevron asked while his gaze was still on the letter.

"I am sorry but His Highness told me to read it as well so that I can help you understand," Orgaz said with a quick smile, though his eyes were brimming with worry.

"Do you really think I should listen to my father and return the Fruit of Youth to the Sacred Spirit Realm…after all the hard work I did for all these years?" Mevron asked with a gaze that flicked upwards.

Orgaz could feel the air becoming heavy around him as he quickly answered, "President, I know, and I understand how much effort and time you put in to gain such a precious treasure, but…His Highness mentioned that the Winter Dragon King had given strict orders in the past to never do anything that might anger the Spirit Guardian. And we all know how the Sacred Spirit Realm is under the Spirit Guardian's protection. So is it really wise to draw the wrath of a deity?"