Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 491: R18 - You Think Me As Horse

Sharky tightened his arms around her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "I don’t want you to go," he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. "I’ve only just found you, and now you’re leaving again."

He knew he sounded selfish, but he couldn’t help it. The thought of being without her again was unbearable. It felt like a part of him would be missing.

Diana’s heart clenched at the desperation in his voice. She turned around in his embrace, wrapping her own arms around him tightly.

"I have to," she said softly, resting her forehead against his. "The Holy Sect needs me."

"But they’re not you," Sharky insisted stubbornly. "No one is you."

Ears were normally sensitive to begin with. Diana immediately felt her entire body shiver when she felt the hot air he breathed out. She laughed out of sheer anger. Not even those from the Devil Sect would ignore things like status. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Let me go! If you keep going... Mm!" Diana exclaimed. She was just about to act when her mouth was suddenly plugged up. Her eyes immediately widened, and an explosion went off in her mind!

I was forcefully kissed?

If there had been anyone around them, their eyes might have just popped out. Who was Diana? She was the Devil Sect Master, an infamous demon!

Untold numbers of people had died at her hands. Even though she excelled at charm skills, she had always remained pure in romantic affairs. Her temperament was intimidating and inviolable.

There had been no lack of daring and malicious individuals from the Devil Sect who figured that she probably had her needs too from being alone for so many years.

As such, they had sought her out for dual cultivation, under the pretext that it would help them mutually improve their cultivation.

Even when they were refused, however, they still hadn’t given up. Some of them had even entertained sinister thoughts of using some despicable drugs to take advantage of her.

And yet, all of them had died miserably. Some of them had ’it’ forcefully pulled out by the roots, while others had red hot iron wires stabbed straight into ’that area’... From then on, no one in the Devil Sect dared to have any such thoughts about her.

As for those outside the sect, there were rumors that someone had simply stared a little too long, but she had gouged out their eyeballs...

As such, even though everyone in the world knew she was ridiculously beautiful, she was a thorned rose to them, a vicious and merciless demon.

No one had dared to try anything else because of that. They had learned a lesson from their predecessors and didn’t even dare to let their eyes roam around her body for fear that she would be in a bad mood and do something ferocious. And yet now, there was someone who dared to hug her, and moreover force a kiss on her?

But Diana knew, except for Sharky, no one can do it, and she can’t do anything to him.

Diana’s eyes widened in shock as Sharky’s lips crashed against hers. For a moment, she froze, her mind reeling. No one had ever dared to kiss her like this before. She was the Devil Sect Master, a feared and revered figure. To be kissed so forcefully, so possessively... it was unheard of.

But as Sharky’s arms tightened around her, holding her close, she felt a strange sensation wash over her. It wasn’t anger or disgust, but something else entirely. Something warm and fluttering in her chest.

Slowly, hesitantly, Diana found herself responding to the kiss. Her lips softened beneath his, parting slightly as she breathed him in.

This scoundrel! Who knows how many women he’s practiced this kind of skill with? Diana thought, feeling annoyed inside.

She was suddenly stunned. She realized that even though she was a bit angry, she wasn’t angry at the fact that he was disrespectful, but rather that he and another woman...

Sigh, this guy really is a man who can move hearts....

Suddenly, Diana felt great pressure. Then, she slowly descended down to the meadow below. However, her usually strong nature quickly returned.

With a twist of her waist, she flipped Sharky under her. She hooked her finger around Sharky’s chin, saying, "You’re the pet I’ve chosen, so of course I have to be on top."

With a wave of her hand, her clothes began to extend, turning into thick strips of cloth. They wrapped around the surrounding trees, forming a firm tent. Her long hair fluttered around in the wind. Together with her stunning facial features, she was like a rose in spring.

The proud and domineering nature she had carried for so many years made it so that she had to take control of this situation. As if to prove that she hadn’t been so easily pushed down, she was the one who undid his belt.

However, when the reveal happened, she was still completely shocked.

Is this guy... really a human?

In that instant, she even felt a bit scared.

Sharky took the chance to take back the initiative while she was in a daze. Diana snapped out of her daze, instinctively trying to seize the initiative back again.

However, Sharky didn’t give her the opportunity. At such a critical juncture, her entire body was frozen, so how could she still move around recklessly?

Diana clenched her teeth to prepare herself, but surprisingly, Sharky seemed to be in no rush. Instead, he continuously kissed her. His gentleness made her body melt completely.

"You punk, don’t think I didn’t know you sent that strange ki into my body," Diana said, gently biting his ear. She didn’t sound angry, and only sweetness and loveliness remained. "If I weren’t willing, nothing you did would have worked."

She looked deeply at her lover with her misty eyes. She had been deemed the greatest user of charm skills throughout the Devil Sect’s history; it was just that she usually felt it beneath her to use it.

Now that she was with her lover, she naturally didn’t have to hold back at all. She showed him her most charming side.

When she thought about all of the beauties at this guy’s side, especially the stone cold woman’s disciple... Even though she wouldn’t go so far as to compete with Isabelle, she still didn’t want to be defeated.

I, Diana, have never been inferior to another in my entire life!

How could Sharky still hold himself back? He was about to launch his attack when Diana suddenly reached out her hand to stop him. He looked at her in confusion.

Diana’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she gazed up at Sharky, her fingers trailing lightly down his chest. "Not so fast, my love," she purred, her voice dripping with honey. "I may have surrendered to your charms, but that doesn’t mean I’ll make it easy for you."

With a wicked grin, she flipped them over once more, straddling him confidently. Her hair cascaded around them like a curtain, shielding their intimate embrace from the outside world.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "If you want me, you’ll have to earn me. Prove that you’re worthy of being my partner in every way."

Her hands began to explore his body slowly, teasingly. She traced the contours of his muscles with featherlight touches, sending shivers of anticipation through him.

"You’ve seen my skills," she murmured seductively.

"But I wonder... have you shown me yours?" Diana challenged, her eyes gleaming with desire and a hint of competitive spirit. "I’m not just any woman, Sharky. I’m the Devil Sect Master, the most formidable enchantress in all the realms."

Her hips began to move slowly, sensuously, against him. The friction was maddening, teasing, pushing him to the brink of his control.

"If you can resist my charms," she breathed, her voice husky with passion, "then perhaps... perhaps you truly are my equal."

She captured his lips in a searing kiss, pouring all her desire and longing into it. Her body molded against his, soft curves pressing into hard planes.

Sharky’s breath hitched as Diana’s provocative movements and words stoked the flames of his desire. He could feel himself being drawn into her web, ensnared by her irresistible allure.

But he wasn’t just any man. He was Sharky, the chosen one, the future Fiend Emperor. He wouldn’t be outmatched by anyone, especially not his own lover.

With a growl, he flipped them over once more, pinning her beneath him. His eyes burned with passion and determination as he gazed down at her.

"You want to see my skills?" he rasped, his voice low and husky. "Then watch closely, my enchanting devil."

His hands roamed over her body with confident strokes, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever he touched. He teased and caressed, learning every inch of her until she was writhing beneath him.

"You may be the Devil Sect Master," he murmured against her neck, "but I am your emperor now. And I command your surrender."

His hips ground against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm that drove her wild with need. He kissed and nipped at her sensitive skin, marking her as his own.

Diana gasped, her back arching off the ground as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Sharky’s touch was masterful, igniting desires she never knew she possessed.

She could feel herself weakening, her carefully constructed barriers crumbling under his relentless assault. The competitive fire in her eyes dimmed, replaced by a smoldering hunger.

"Damn you..." she panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "You’re cheating... using your damned emperor aura..."

But even as she protested, her hips lifted to meet his thrusts, seeking more of that delicious friction. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him closer.

Diana secretly endured the suffering, but she could only patiently do her best to appease him. Up until this point, even she hadn’t known that a glorious demoness like her could actually be so patient.

"Sharky, why are you grabbing my hair?" she asked. She didn’t get a reply, but she quickly understood. She was embarrassed and furious, snapping, "Damn brat, are you treating me like a horse?"

However, her expression quickly changed, because this kid only went wilder and wilder. He even said that he was going to one day seize both the masters and disciples together.

"Hey, are you drunk?" Diana hissed through gritted teeth. This little rascal really was irritating.

Still, she wasn’t much better off right now.

Sharky’s grip on her hair tightened as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. The scent of jasmine and power filled his nostrils, driving him wild with desire.

"Drunk on you," he muttered against her skin, his voice rough and husky. "Intoxicated by your taste, your touch, your everything."

His hips snapped forward, driving into her with a fierce intensity that stole her breath. Diana gasped, her nails raking down his back as she clung to him desperately.

"You’re mine," Sharky growled possessively. "Every inch of you belongs to me. I’ll take what’s mine, and I won’t be gentle about it."

His words sent a shiver down Diana’s spine. She had always been the dominant one in her relationships, the one in control. But with Sharky, she felt a thrill at being claimed so thoroughly.

"You arrogant brat," she panted, wrapping her legs tighter around him. "You think you can handle all of me?"

Her eyes flashed with challenge and desire, urging him to prove his words.

Sharky’s lips curved into a wicked smirk against her neck. "Watch me," he rasped, his voice dripping with confidence and lust.

With that, he began to move faster, harder, his hips pistoning into hers with relentless force. Diana cried out, her head thrashing against the pillow as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

She matched him thrust for thrust, her body arching to meet his in a dance as old as time itself. The air filled with the sounds of their passion flesh slapping against flesh, ragged breaths mingling together, and low moans of ecstasy.

Sharky’s hands gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise. He lifted her leg higher, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting a spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.

"Fuck!" Diana swore violently, her inner walls clamping down around him like a vice. "You... you’re going to be the death of me!"

Sharky’s only response was a low, animalistic growl. His movements became even more frenzied, more primal. It was as if he was trying to brand himself onto her very soul.

"You’re mine," he repeated over and over again, his voice hoarse with passion. "Only mine."

Diana felt herself spiraling towards the edge of oblivion. Sharky’s words, his touch, his very presence pushed her closer and closer to her breaking point.

With a final cry of his name, she shattered beneath him, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Sharky followed soon after, spilling himself deep inside her with a shuddering groan.

They collapsed together in a tangled heap of limbs and sweatsoaked skin, both panting heavily as they tried to catch their breath.