The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 126: The Female Master Obviously Likes It

Evangeline’s eyes glimmered as she gave him a sidelong glance, tilting her head to reveal a stretch of her snow-white neck, already covered in suggestive marks.

"Do you remember what I said last night?"

Thorne’s brow furrowed. "What did you say? That the wine was stronger than Spirit Rice, and that I should drink less..."

As he said this, Thorne suddenly realized what she meant and stared intently at Evangeline.

"Eva, you mean... last night, you were planning to..."

Evangeline gently lifted a pale hand and caressed Thorne’s sharp jawline. Her touch left a trail of intimacy in its wake. The corner of her eye quirked up, and a soft laugh escaped her red lips. "Even though we missed our chance last night..."

Her fingertip pressed against his bobbing Adam’s apple, and she felt it tremble rapidly.

Evangeline’s voice was laced with playful mockery. "So, has the wine worn off today?"

Her words seemed to flip a switch. Thorne’s dark green Beast Eyes narrowed into slits.

With a soft THUD, the oil-paper umbrella in his hand fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Thorne had transformed into a Black-Scaled Python. Its black scales glinted coldly in the morning light. The movement of its serpentine body radiated an ancient power, as if it could crush entire mountain ranges with ease.

Its tail coiled, wrapping tightly around Evangeline’s slender waist and carrying her upward as it slithered. It moved into the towering ancient trees, its thick body rubbing against the trunks with a RUSTLING sound.

The giant tree’s gnarled branches intertwined, its canopy so dense it blotted out the sky and kept the heavy rain at bay.

Deep within the canopy, small resident animals sensed the terrifying Beastman’s aura and fled in a panic.

The corner of Evangeline’s eye quirked up. Her gaze swept over the frantic little creatures, a flicker of indifference in their depths.

’The Everwake snuck off. He needs to learn his lesson. I’ll give him the cold shoulder for a bit; otherwise, it’s like he’s just ignoring my warning, isn’t it? I’m in no hurry.’

As for Thorne, he was in even less of a hurry.

Evangeline’s fingertips gently traced the pattern of Thorne’s scales, which felt as cool as jade.

She pressed her cheek against him. Her warm breath made the long, cold serpent’s body tense instantly. The muscles beneath his Scale Armor quivered, and his dark green, slitted pupils began to glow with a crimson light. His forked tongue flicked out, and he coiled around her slowly.

His scarlet tongue darted past the side of her snow-white neck and slipped into her loose collar, lightly flicking a vibrant red mark there.

"Ngh..." The sound trembled from Evangeline’s lips, a soft gasp escaping her throat as her fingertips dug into the gaps between his black scales.

As if bewitched by her soft moan, Thorne’s coils tightened around her.

His scales rustled. Thorne’s tongue grew more audacious, his dark green pupils dilating. After a thorough taste, he tilted his head.

He slid his forked tongue between her slightly parted red lips, bringing with it a cloying sweetness.

Evangeline’s eyes narrowed as she bit down on the forked tip of his tongue.

Thorne’s long body went rigid, but his tail began to move, sliding dangerously as the cool scales glided slowly against her skin.

Evangeline let out a soft "mmph" and released his tongue, asking suspiciously, "Are you sure you’ve never been with another female?"

’Among my Beast Husbands, the most innocent is definitely Lachlan. Caden Albright, though naturally alluring, is clumsy in his actions. As for Nix, he’s just plain crazy—all reckless force and no technique.’

’But Thorne is different. Judging by how skilled he is, he really doesn’t seem like a novice.’

Thorne’s tail tensed abruptly, and he hurriedly explained, "Eva! I swear, I’ve never touched another female besides you! Really! Before, all I cared about was getting stronger. I had no interest in females at all..."

Thorne’s voice dropped, suddenly hoarse. "And later... I only had you. I only want you."

Evangeline’s lips curved into a smile. Her fingertips traced along his tense body, caressing his vital spot. "Is that so? You only want me? Then prove it to me—"

"Yes... my... female master."

Thorne’s hoarse voice was laced with a dangerous gentleness. His tail silently coiled around her ankle and gently pulled her leg aside.

Evangeline’s breath hitched. Her nails dug deep into the gaps between his scales as a blush spread across her cheeks.

’I take back what I just thought. This Thorne is a sly one!’

Every glide of his forked tongue sent a fine tremor through her. Evangeline finally couldn’t help but arch her snow-white neck back, a whimper escaping her throat. Before the sound could fade, Thorne swallowed it with a low chuckle.

At some point, his tail had coiled around her waist, the hard, cool scales pressing tightly against her skin.

A moment later, a tentative grinding began. The fine texture of the scales on it was distinct—subtle and cool, yet faintly burning hot.

Evangeline blinked, thinking to herself, ’So, it’s covered in scales, too.’

"Curious, my female master?" Thorne sensed her distraction and coiled his tail even tighter.

Evangeline’s lips curved. She pinched it with her fingertips, the scaly texture clear to her touch. "Sly."

Thorne’s dark green, slitted pupils constricted slightly as his tongue gently licked the shell of her ear.

"But my female master clearly likes it very much..."

*

By evening, their wild tryst in the woods finally came to an end.

Exhausted, Evangeline had fallen asleep, curled up within Thorne’s coiled body.

Her fair skin was covered in red marks, and messy strands of hair clung to her neck. Thorne gently tightened his tail around her, using his massive coils to shield her from the night wind.

His dark green, slitted pupils gazed at her. His tongue flicked out, slowly licking the Star Pattern on the center of her forehead.

A female’s Star Pattern represented the strength of her fertility.

His Eva was only a One-star patterned female, but he wasn’t worried. The one thing the Snake Clan excelled at was lying in wait.

One day, his female master would bear him the most outstanding offspring.

Thorne’s slitted pupils filled with tenderness as his forked tongue gently traced her sweat-dampened temples and the side of her neck.

Suddenly, the scales all over his body clenched tight, and his dark green pupils narrowed into two dangerous slits.

"HISS—HISSSS—"

Thorne violently arched the upper half of his body, raising his triangular head high. His long form tensed into an arc, poised to strike. Yet even in this tense moment, he pulled Evangeline closer, shielding her securely within the center of his coils.

Ten paces away, beneath the great tree, the thick, rank smell of Wild Beasts mixed with the distinct musk of mating season drifted in on the night wind. A low, threatening hiss rumbled in Thorne’s throat. "HISSS—"

The rainy season wasn’t just the mating season for Beastmen; it was for Wild Beasts as well.

Thorne’s forked tongue flicked out, tasting the scents in the air, but then he suddenly froze.

He lowered his gaze, his dark green eyes looking down at Evangeline in his coils with a grave expression.

Her entire body was emitting a sweet, warm fragrance. It was intensely pure and sweet, like freshly picked honeyfruit, carrying a bewitching allure. This was—the unique scent of a female in heat.

His female master... had gone into heat before any of them.

The sweetness in the air, so strong that not even the downpour could dilute it, made the Wild Beasts lurking in the shadows grow even more agitated.

Through the dense leaves and branches, Thorne could see pairs of crimson Beast Eyes glowing with greed below the tree, locked tightly onto the Evangeline in his coils. The sound of heavy panting, mixed with that of dripping saliva, was shockingly clear.

They had smelled the cloying sweetness on her, as well as the decadent, warm fragrance left behind by their lovemaking.

Wild Beasts often abducted lone females from the tribe, dragging them back to their lairs.

Wild Beasts had no humanity. There was no gentleness, only brutal possession and tearing. After they had sated their lust, their sharp fangs would sever the female’s throat, and they would devour her broken body until nothing was left.

Thorne’s venomous fangs slid out silently, and the Seven-star Pattern on his forehead began to shine.

His female master was not prey for just anyone to covet!