Chapter 107 Xiao Chong

He bent down and kissed her forehead, lips, and neck all the way down...

Upon suddenly noticing some marks left on her body, Xiao Chong's pupils constricted sharply.

His breath caught in his throat for a moment, then he bent down and took a deep sniff.

“The scent of a snake,” he whispered, his voice tinged with suppressed anger. “He touched you too.”

Shu Ning did not deny it.

Seeing the female beneath him acquiesce, Xiao Chong's madness intensified.

A low, almost animalistic groan escaped his throat, but his movements remained gentle.

Then, he kissed her passionately...

It's as if it's using its own scent to cover up the traces of other males.

“Now, it’s mine,” he declared.

Shu Ning's breathing quickened; she could feel Xiao Chong's rationality fading.

Beneath his gentle exterior lies a possessiveness bordering on madness.

And she was being dismantled and devoured by him, bit by bit.

His hand covered her waist.

His kisses traveled from her shoulder to her collarbone, and then to her throat, each touch carrying a kind of almost reverent aggression.

“Xiao Chong…”

She called his name softly, her fingers intertwining with his.

He stopped, looked up at her, his dark silver pupils narrowing into slits in the darkness, like a wild beast eyeing its prey.

"I'm here," he whispered, his fingertips brushing against her lips, his voice slightly hoarse. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

But his actions were completely the opposite.

He returned to her sight, his silver-gray eyes radiating a captivating allure, as if telling her that this was just the beginning…

Moonlight streamed down, and only the sound of breathing filled the cave.

He finally possessed her completely.

As the moonlight shifted, the light and shadow inside the cave changed accordingly.

The full moon outside the cave illuminated the entire wolf tribe, which was usually quiet, but at this moment, things were not so peaceful in a certain place.

Some of the beastmen living near her had such powerful hearing that they were kept awake all night by a certain sound.

...

Are you sleepy?

Afterwards, Xiao Chong asked the female he was holding in his arms.

Shu Ning shook her head.

She had slept all afternoon and then engaged in such intense intercourse tonight, leaving her feeling weak and sticky all over.

It's not just sweat that makes your body sticky.

Looking at the flushed cheeks in his arms, Xiao Chong smiled slightly, then got up and carried her to the riverbank.

The moonlight, like water, poured down onto the tips of every leaf in the Silverglow Forest.

A gentle night breeze carried the scent of pine and wildflowers, along with the lingering fragrance of their recent lovemaking.

She shyly buried her head in his chest.

"Put me down, I can walk by myself." Shu Ning gently pounded his chest, her voice still carrying the lingering afterglow of passion.

She's no longer as exhausted afterward as she used to be; last night she ate a lot of roasted meat that the beastmen fed her, which boosted her strength considerably.

Xiao Chong's silver-gray eyes shimmered with a gentle light in the night, a mischievous smile playing on his lips: "Weren't you enjoying being held by me just now, huh?"

He lowered his head and gently bit her earlobe, feeling with satisfaction the slight tremor of the female body in his arms.

Shu Ning turned her face away, but couldn't hide the smile on her lips: "You stinky Xiao Chong."

Xiao Chong chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest transmitted through their pressed skin.

He carried her through the last thicket of bushes, and suddenly the view opened up before them—the riverbank resembled a flowing silver ribbon in the moonlight, its surface shimmering with tiny ripples, and the pebbles on the bank, smoothed and polished by the water, sparkled like pearls in the moonlight.

He carefully placed Shu Ning on a flat rock, gently combing her slightly messy hair with his fingertips.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice, his gaze sweeping over the bite marks he had left on her body during their passionate encounters. These were the instincts of wolves during mating, and the most intimate marks between partners.

Shu Ning shook her head and reached out to touch his cheek: "It doesn't hurt."

Her fingertips traced the contours of his face, from his high nose bridge to his well-defined jawline, finally resting on the faint scar on his right cheek.

Xiao Chong closed his eyes, enjoying her touch, and let out a low moan.

"Come on, let's wash up." Xiao Chong opened his eyes and got up, stepping into the river first. Ripples spread across the water, wetting his silver-gray hair, which clung to his strong body, outlining the contours of every muscle.

He turned and reached out his hand to Shu Ning, the moonlight gilding him with a silver edge, making him look like a god emerging from an ancient legend.

Shu Ning placed her hand in his palm, and as soon as she stepped into the water, she exclaimed softly, "So cold!" Her toes instinctively twitched back.

Xiao Chong pulled her into his arms and used his body heat to dispel the chill from her.

"I adapted quickly."

His voice was deep and gentle, and his long, slender fingers gently combed the fur on the back of her neck, a way for wolves to express intimacy.

Shu Ning relaxed, letting the water carry away the scent of their mating, which mixed with the coolness of the river and the heat from Xiao Chong's body, creating a wonderful sensory experience.

She scooped up a handful of water and poured it over Xiao Chong's shoulder, watching the lines of his muscles become even more defined under the water droplets. Her fingers slid down his chest, feeling the scars left by battles.

"Where did this mark come from?" She pointed to an old claw mark on his ribs, the scar showing irregular jagged edges, clearly caused by the claws of some kind of ferocious beast.

Xiao Chong's eyes darkened, his silver-gray pupils contracting in the moonlight. "The conflict with the Leopard Clan three years ago."

He said it casually, then leaned down and captured her lips, changing the subject: "Focus on your bath, my little female."

He probed into her mouth, his forceful touch undeniable, yet his tongue gently entwined with hers.

They groomed each other, sometimes playing, sometimes quietly embracing.

Under the moonlight, two lithe figures appeared and disappeared in the water, like a flowing painting.

Xiao Chong cupped Shu Ning's face in his fingers, gently stroking every inch of her skin, from her forehead to her chin, finally resting on her soft lips.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice tinged with rare tenderness. "Our Ningning is the most beautiful female in the entire beast world."

Shu Ning chuckled, her fingers tracing his firm abs: "Why is Brother Xiao Chong so eloquent tonight?"

Xiao Chong was about to respond when his ears suddenly perked up, and his body tensed instantly. Shu Ning immediately noticed his change and was about to speak when he gently pressed his palm against her lips.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered in her ear, “There’s something underwater.”

Shu Ning's pupils dilated in the darkness; the wolf clan's excellent night vision allowed her to look in the direction Xiao Chong was gesturing.

Deep in the river, a tall, dark figure was slowly rising, moving at a slow pace but with a clear objective—directly towards their location.

Xiao Chong's expression instantly shifted from gentle to cold, a dangerous flame igniting in his silver-gray eyes.

He casually shielded Shu Ning behind him, but in reality, he had already calculated the retreat route and the angle of attack.

“Mo Li.” He whispered almost without moving his lips.

The water suddenly parted, and a tall figure rose from it.

Under the moonlight, the orc's upper body presented a perfect human male form, with smooth and beautiful muscle lines, dark blue skin, and wet black hair that clung to his broad back, with water droplets still dripping from the ends.

Beneath the water's surface, the long, shimmering tail of a dragon could be faintly seen.