Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"That reminds me…" Dyon's eyes narrowed. "…There's a certain Kitsune Clan that needs to be taught a lesson."

A flash of rage swept over his gaze. He still remembered the day he learned what happened to Ri in his absence… Though he had turned three of their geniuses into useful puppets and had killed one of their Patriarchs, he wasn't satisfied.

Until he weeded out all those responsible, he wouldn't feel comfortable. Patriarch Heaven… Patriarch Jikan… They were complicit.

Though Ri was delighted at these words, she retracted her excitement.

"But… The Golden Flame Quadrant, didn't you lay down the necessary plans for it?"

"Yes, but the Federation is going to make those plans deviate whether I like them or not. If I attack them now while they're under the protection of the Federation, it'll be inconvenient. But, the Kitsune didn't participate in the first parliament, so I can be unrestrained in dealing with them…"

Hearing this, Ri nodded. At least Dyon wasn't acting rashly just because of her.

"I do have something to do first though." Dyon said righteously.

"Hm? What's that."

"Unrestrainedly tease my wives, of course. I'm on vacation."

Ri could hardly react before Dyon had swept her into his arms once more.

...

Dyon body laid straight upon a soft bed, his eyes looking up at a well decorated ceiling. But, he would be lying if he said he could pay attention to the intricate design and architecture of the curved wall above.

Every so often, his body would quiver, before seizing. Out of context, it almost looked as though the mighty Leader Sacharro was having a seizure.

A light giggling could be heard between his legs, causing Dyon's teeth to clench. His wives had always made fun of him for his odd leg twitching habit, but even with his control over his body, he couldn't stop it.

At that moment, the duvet that covered his legs up to his torso shifted as a petite mound rose. In the slight darkness, one could see two beautiful silver-blue eyes, blinking innocently. It wasn't until the covers fell entirely that a scene that could make any man or woman's blood rush could be seen.

Ri laid on her stomach between Dyon's legs, uncontrollably giggling at her husband's odd posture. He arms and legs were spread out like a starfish, his muscles contracted to their absolute limits. It looked like he was doing his best to control himself.

Ri, however, was having a grand time. Her small hands wrapped around her husband's shaft, delicately pecking it with kisses in between her giggles. Her frame was so petite in comparison to Dyon's that one of her hands could only make it three quarters of the way around, not to mention the long shadow it cast along her flawless face.

As if that wasn't enough to drive Dyon insane, her tails engulfed the bed, gently caressing his body. It felt as though he was floating on a cloud. With each passing moment, the heat emitting from his lower body grew.

Dyon's gaze shifted from the feeling, looking toward his wife's teasing expression, but the sight made blood rush to his nose. Every so often, her tails would shift just enough to reveal a plump bottom of soft flesh. Because her legs were waving back and forth cutely, slight ripples would cause it to undulate, causing Dyon's cock to grow another size.

Ri's small tongue snaked forward like a venomous viper, lightly tapping the mushroom shaped tip of Dyon's rod, not seeming to be in a hurry to do much of anything else.

"As long as you admit that you're a pervert, I'll let you do whatever you want…"

'This little vixen.' Dyon raged in his mind.

"I - … am a wholesome man of character." Dyon said through gritted teeth.

He had expected to toss Ri into bed and have his way, but what would have been an easy task had suddenly turned into this torture session. He couldn't very well abuse his power to force his wife, now could he? In the end, he was too soft hearted.

"Ai, they don't see me as the leader of this household, they see me as nothing more than a toy to be used and abused. May the Heavens be my witness." Dyon shifted his gaze back to the ceiling, lamenting pitifully.

Maybe it was a coincidence, but when Dyon finished speaking, a crackle of lightning shone as thunder rumbled. A comfortable rain began to fell that made him feel quite cozy. In fact, he felt he had never been calmer in his life. Days like this were truly a blessing.

Though others might not like rain, it was his favorite kind of weather. As long as he was inside, that is.

In his youth, he would always stay inside, tinkering with his gadgets. Rain gave him an excuse for his seclusion other than loneliness. Even now as he matured, he still had that same feeling despite no longer being that lonely boy.

Ri giggled at her husband's words. Truth be told, she was only teasing him so much to enjoy the view of his tensed body. At the sight of his chiseled, well proportioned strength, an uncontrollable wetness spread between her legs.

At that moment, the doors of the chamber clicked open. But instead of being shocked or angry, Ri and Dyon actually smiled as a violet haired beauty walked in. Who else could it be if not Madeleine? Only Dyon and his wives could come to this place freely.

Madeleine's brows raised at the funny scene before her, before her expression settled into a light smile. Feeling a fire light beneath her belly button, her robes silently slipped to the floor before she crawled onto the bed to Dyon's side.

The heat emitting from Dyon's nether regions grew another level, his arm wrapping around Madeleine soft waist.

He wasn't going to allow these vixens to tease him any further. White flames burst from his body, coating every inch of the room. But instead of burning… it couldn't have felt more comfortable.