Chapter 786: Banquet of Desire
The Imperial Suite was a display of sheer opulence. Floating over the edge of a cliff shrouded in mystic mist, the quarters featured a vast marble parlor, a private spiritual hot spring billowing with glowing steam, and a colossal bed draped in layers of divine silk.
Shortly after settling in, two maids knocked on the door and placed an ostentatious banquet upon the central table. There were glowing crimson spiritual fruits, cuts of mystic beast meat seasoned with rare herbs, and a jade pitcher labeled with the sweet name: Happy Newlyweds in the Heaven of Desire Kit.
As soon as the maids departed, Ethan stepped over to the table and began inspecting the dishes. Within seconds, he let out a loud, hearty laugh that echoed across the entire hall.
"What’s so funny?" asked Isabella the young lady, stepping closer out of curiosity with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leaned against his shoulder.
Ethan shook his head, pointing at the cuts of meat and the pitcher of wine. He had immediately recognized the properties of the ingredients: every fruit, seasoning, and drop of liquor were ridiculously potent spiritual-grade aphrodisiacs. In fact, one of the roots served was specifically designed to turn his shaft as rigid as a steel beam for days.
"Do they think I need this shit, by any chance?" said Ethan the young man through bursts of laughter, thoroughly amused by the resort’s over-the-top courtesy.
Isabella tilted her head, staring intently at the carved, steaming root resting upon the silver platter.
"Oh... that is a Vigorous Mountain Bull," commented Isabella the young lady with absolute nonchalance, pointing at the dish.
Ethan froze in his tracks. His laughter cut off as he whipped around to face her, eyes wide in total shock.
"Excuse me?" said Ethan the young man, staring at her in disbelief. "How the hell do you know that?!"
Isabella flashed a wicked, teasing smirk, stepping around him while twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers.
"I am not as pure as I seem, Ethan," whispered Isabella the young lady in a playful tone. "I know a thing or two about this."
Ethan cleared his throat with an awkward cough, averting his gaze toward the balcony window.
"It is always good to know a thing or two...", said Ethan the young man, trying to regain his composure.
Isabella tilted her head, noticing how a deep crimson rushed up Ethan’s neck to stain his ears. A victorious, brazen smirk formed across her face.
"Why are you blushing?" asked Isabella the young lady, taking a predatory step toward him. "Do you need a little bit? I wouldn’t mind if my husband needs extra support; you don’t have to be ashamed, it can happen to any man that he falls short."
Ethan remained speechless, staring at the princess as if she had grown a second head.
"You...", stammered Ethan the young man.
"I know you have a good sword here...", continued Isabella the young lady, gesturing with her chin toward his robe with an innocent look dripping with pure malice. "Is it perhaps more fragile than it appears?"
Ethan’s patience shattered into a thousand pieces. A spark of wild fire flashed through his eyes at the girl’s brazen teasing. With a sharp, decisive movement, he unclasped his belt and whipped off his robe, letting it hit the floor alongside his trousers.
The imposing figure of his shaft—thick, veiny, and fully erect with anticipation—was laid bare just inches away from her.
Isabella let out a tiny gasp, taking half a step back as her eyes widened in a mixture of shock and sheer fascination.
"Oh, girl... you are going to pay dearly for provoking me," said Ethan the young man, grabbing her by the waist with a dominant grip that left her no room to escape. "Before we even begin cultivating, I will make you taste both heaven and hell until you don’t even know what day of the week it is."
Isabella let out a ringing laugh and spun around, darting toward the massive silk bed while shouting with playful drama.
"Help! A heartless villain wants to ravish me!" cried Isabella the young lady amidst her laughter.
Ethan moved in the blink of an eye. Before she could even graze the edge of the mattress, he scooped her into the air by her waist, slinging her over his shoulder without the slightest effort. The girl didn’t stop laughing aloud as she kicked her legs weakly, enjoying every second of the chase.
With a fluid motion, Ethan tossed her onto the colossal bed, descending over her to trap her beneath his arms. Isabella settled against the silk, brushing her hair back as her gaze drifted down toward Ethan’s imposing shaft, standing rigid and throbbing just inches from her face.
"Are you going to use it, or are you just showing it off?" teased Isabella the young lady, locking eyes with him with an ardent flash of defiance.
Ethan didn’t answer with words. He gripped the fine silk of Isabella’s dress at the neckline and, with a sharp, dominant tear, ripped the garment to shreds, exposing her fair skin, firm breasts, and the delicate contours of her naked body.
Isabella spread her legs wide without a trace of shyness, wrapping her thighs around Ethan’s waist to pull him against her core. However, as the warm, slick tip brushed against the entrance of her vagina, the playful glint in her eyes softened, and a trail of crystalline tears began to roll down her cheeks.
"I dreamed my entire life of this moment...", whispered Isabella the young lady, her voice cracking with genuine, deep emotion. "Wishing every day of my life, in every moment, that it wouldn’t be the cursed prince of the Silver Dragon Kingdom... Terrified of ending up as a mere decorative figure in his house, hated by everyone. I truly thank you for breaking my curse, Ethan."
Ethan paused his advance for a moment, moved by the absolute vulnerability on the face of the woman beneath him. He leaned down over her, tenderly kissing away her tears before seeking her lips with burning passion.