The raw need in her voice, the way she clung to him as if he were her lifeline, the genuine desperation that no amount of acting could fake.

His mind, which had been focused on moral considerations just moments before, turned to darker thoughts.

'She wants her husband back so badly...' Tianlong was clear now about having her, molding her pussy to his shape and making her brain forget every glimpse of her husband.

Of course, but not like this.

One week was far too little time for someone of her caliber and emotional complexity, possessing such a body that was meant for months, not a few days.

Though he needed to train her properly, to break down her preconceptions and rebuild them around his presence.

He slowly retreated, gently but firmly distancing her trembling form from his body. Her golden eyes never left his face, wide with fear that he might disappear again.

"Call me something else, not husband," he said quietly, his voice carrying just enough authority to cut through her emotional haze.

Inwardly, his reasoning was coldly calculated: he first needed to remove the image she had of that word associated with another man.

Better to train her brain into remembering his present self whenever she thought of intimate terms of endearment.

Otherwise, every time she said 'husband,' she'd be thinking of some long-dead prince instead of him.

At his words, Akane blinked in confusion, tilting her head. "What should I call you then?" she asked softly, her fox ears drooping with uncertainty.

His fingers slowly moved, entering the valley of her cleavage through the loosened neckline of her robes.

The silk parted easily under his touch as he pulled the fabric slowly down—not much, given her breasts were already so massive that they strained against any containment.

He slowly leaned forward, keeping his crimson-gold eyes locked on hers with predatory intensity. "Call me anything else," he murmured against her skin.

Then, without hesitation, he latched his mouth onto the swollen curve of her heavy breast, sucking like a starving animal. His teeth grazed her tender flesh as his tongue worked over it, drawing a deep, angry mark that screamed she's mine.

Scolp—

By the time he pulled away, her pale skin was stamped with a filthy purple bruise of ownership—her massive soft melons trembling from the rough claim.

Her reaction was immediate and devastating.

She screamed, her voice breaking into a desperate cry: "Darling~!!"

The sound echoed through the hut with raw, unrestrained passion. Her hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as her body arched against him involuntarily.

Her massive breasts heaved with her ragged breathing, the marked flesh already darkening to a deep purple that would last for days.

The sight filled him with savage satisfaction—his brand on her skin, his claim marking her perfect form.

"Much better," he growled against her throat, his voice rough with hunger and dark amusement. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear, my dear Akane."

His thumb gently parted her lips, sliding into the warm cavern of her mouth with deliberate slowness.

The texture of her tongue against his skin sent electricity through his veins as he looked down into those golden eyes—eyes that held confusion, desire, and a desperate need for answers.

"Have you ever given a blowjob before?" he asked, his voice carrying that dark edge that made her entire body tremble beneath him.

Akane's eyes widened at the crude question, her fox ears flattening against her head.

'What did he just say?' she thought, the words foreign and shocking to her millennia-old sensibilities. Even with all her ancient wisdom and experience, this vulgar term was outside her understanding.

"Mm... wha-what?" she whispered around his thumb, her voice muffled and uncertain.

Tianlong slowly pulled her jaw down with his thumb, the pressure gentle but insistent as her body began to slide down in front of him.

Her massive breasts heaved with each nervous breath as she found herself eye-level with his impressive manhood.

'N-no...' was all that came to mind as she stared at the thick, veined length bobbing before her face.

His cock was absolutely massive—easily nine inches of thick, pulsing flesh that made her throat go dry with a mixture of fear and fascination.

The head was swollen like a thick red cherry, as if a poke would make it bleed, but glossy due to the shine of a strange liquid coming from a tiny hole in the middle she could see.

His heavy balls hung below like ripe fruit, full and weighty, the skin slightly flushed and shaped by his two orbs that seemed strange as both appeared to be thumping like a heartbeat upon closer attention, as if expanding due to pressure within them.

"It's big, right?" he asked with that infuriating smirk but gentle eyes landing on her two hairy puffy ears, watching her golden eyes widen as she trembled from being touched on her sensitive ears.

She nodded mutely, unable to form words as her fox instincts warred with her confusion.

This was so different from the gentle, reserved prince she remembered, strangely unsuitable for mating given the size, as it confused her if it was meant for that to begin with.

'This thing... how could it ever fit in a womb?' she thought desperately, her lips trembling as she stared at the intimidating length. But given she had gone through childbearing, she knew the passage size stretched to abnormal limits during birth, but it hurt so much.

So, would she have to bear the same childbearing pain again and again taking this?

Tianlong's hand moved to tangle in her silver hair, guiding her face closer to his throbbing cock.

"Suck it," he commanded, his voice rough with barely contained lust.

"Wh-what!?" Akane's breath hitched as the musky scent of his arousal filled her nostrils.

She had no idea what she was supposed to do—centuries of existence hadn't prepared her for this moment.

But even her pleading eyes looking toward the man did not get any answer that she expected, just a firm, determined look that made her move.

Her tongue darted out nervously, barely making contact with the swollen head.

The taste was strange—salty, masculine, with an underlying flavor that made her body respond in ways she didn't understand.

She didn't know what was in that taste, but her body started to heat up as if preparing for mating season like the old days.

Her pussy began to throb between her thighs, moisture gathering despite her confusion, as she had thought how she had overcome her desires naturally. After living this long and ascending, the desires were the least of the factors controlling her, which were something that normal mortal humans never seemed to win over. They lived and died in their desire, carried by them. But she had conquered it, yet something just seemed to awaken those desires.

"Like this?" she asked uncertainly, her voice barely above a whisper as she gave another tentative lick.

Her technique was completely amateur—hesitant touches and confused attempts at what she thought he might want.

Her suction was weak, uncertain.

She tried to take the head between her lips but immediately pulled back when she felt how thick it was.

Her jaw would have to stretch impossibly wide to accommodate him.

Tianlong groaned softly at her clumsy attempts, pre-cum leaking steadily from his tip onto her chin. "Wait a minute, let me help you," he said, his voice strained with need. "Just open your mouth."

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