The Witch in the Woods: The Transmigration of Hazel-Anne Davis-Chapter 378: The Sweetest Dessert (Yizhen)

"Yes," Xinying purred, and set her heels against the backs of Yizhen’s thighs. "Don’t make me wait any more."

Yizhen undid the last knot at his waist without taking his attention off her.

He set himself against her and waited one small beat that felt like an oath.

Feeling the heat and wetness of her core, he debated devouring her for a moment, getting his own dessert. But that was for another night... when everyone was around.

These dates were just for the two of them, and the fear of someone catching them always add just a bit of spice to their night.

Of course, with Yaozu always watching their backs there was almost no chance of them getting caught. But sometimes it was about the fantasy, more than the reality.

Then again, his entire life right now felt like a dream, and he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Gripping his cock in one hand. He used just the tip to tease her, feeling her quivering flesh as he played with her clit.

"If you don’t fuck me now, I am going to take over," snarled Xinying, her eyes flashing bright gold for just a moment.

Ah, her lust demon was coming out to play.

Yizhen loved the fact that he was her only husband to bring out her inner demons so fast. "I don’t think you will," he purred, leaning forward and nipping at her ear. "You and I both know that I can satisfy everything you could possibly want and need. You just have to be good and let me do it."

Xinying let out a whimper and nodded her head, not saying a single word as her bright blue eyes looked up at him with complete trust.

Satisfied that he had her complete attention he pushed in, slow, careful, greedily, stopping when she breathed in hard. He kissed her mouth as if to take the sound of her moans into himself and keep it safe, then pressing the rest of the way until there was no space left to argue about.

Her hand climbed to his neck and held. His breath left him in a rush he did not try to hide.

Giving her a moment to stretch around him, he began to move.

The table under them creaked with every thrust forward, but they ignored it. The rabbit lantern toppled and nobody cared.

His hands circled her hips, giving him better leverage.

He moved like he danced with dice, easy, light, then deeper when her mouth parted, then easier again because he liked watching the way her face changed with each change he made.

"Too sweet?" he asked, voice rough.

"Perfect," she disagreed, and pulled him closer.

He bowed his head and sucked gently at the slope of her shoulder.

She shivered and laughed at herself for shivering and then forgot to laugh at all. He took his time. He let the risk of the door opening sharpen their pleasure.

He gave her the speed she asked for only when she said the word fast, low, unable to pretty it. He gave it to her and kept giving it until her fingers found his hair and clenched, until her head went back, until the noise that left her mouth would have woken the house if his hand had not covered her lips and his mouth had not swallowed the rest like a vow.

She came hard and clean, her body clenching around him in a way that undid every plan he had ever made.

He did not fall apart at once.

He held himself there, barely, long enough to feel the last of it pull through her, long enough to ride the small aftershocks with her, long enough to earn the way her eyes softened when she opened them again.

Then he let go. He buried the sound in her neck and shook, his hands clinging to the table edge like a sinner who had found a saint and intended to keep her.

After, they breathed together.

His forehead rested against hers.

His mouth kept finding her mouth like it had been missing for years. He licked a grain of sugar from the curve of her lower lip.

She smiled, slow and dazed, and touched his cheek with her thumb like she was learning his face for the first time even though she had known it longer than the market had known his name.

Yizhen found a cloth and wiped the table’s edge where her hands had slid, not because it mattered but because he liked putting the world back in order before he messed it up again.

"Here," he said, and lifted her down.

He turned her so her stomach met the table and her legs hung down, her toes unable to touch the floor. He kissed lower this time, his mouth following the curve of her spine as he nipped at the flesh. His hand cushioned her hips from the hard edge of the table, and he couldn’t hold back the chuckle when she tried to chase his mouth with her hips.

She tried to speak and then forgot the words halfway.

He smiled into her and kept at it his knees dropped to the floor and he could worship her like the goddess she was. Any idea of waiting until they were back home before he took his dessert was long gone when his nose brushed her folds and he took in a lungful of her scent.

He would have stayed there until the end of the market if she had asked.

"Please," she begged, desperate for his tongue even after already coming once.

He licked her like a man dying of thirst, enjoying her honey taste combined with his own cum. When he drew out yet another orgasm from her, he finally rose to his feet and entered her again in one slow slide that made both of them breathe like they were learning how.

He took her wrists gently and pinned them to the small of her back with a single hand.

He didn’t have to hold hard.

She gave them to him and lay open as he moved steady and deep.

He changed nothing, knowing that she loved when he took her like this. He was able to hit every sensitive part inside of her. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

She asked with a sound more than a word. He gave it. She came again, softer this time, then a little harder, then soft once more. He followed late, careful as ever until care broke and pleasure took him like a wave takes a fool who thought he understood rivers.

They laughed a little as he kissed the back of her neck. It came out quiet and simple, like two people who had fought a country and were pleased to lose now and then to each other.

Downstairs, another knock came, but Yizhen did not bother to pull out from Xinying’s pussy.

This was his paradise, and anyone who tried to force him to leave would meet his sword.

"Later," Yaozu said from the far side of the world.

"Later," Yizhen echoed into her skin, and she smiled as her cheek pressed into the table because that was exactly right.

They stayed where they were until her legs stopped trembling. He loosened her wrists and kissed each where the blood had hummed.

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear like it mattered more than titles and theft.

He found a sweet on the tray and pressed it to her mouth, then licked the sugar that stuck to her lip. She fed him one the same way. He bit her finger on purpose. She gasped and then glared and then laughed at herself for glaring.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Never better," she said, and meant the big version of the word, not just the small one that answered about bodies.

"Too sweet now?" he asked, teasing softer.

"Just right," she argued with a shake of her head.

He breathed out, relief plain. He put his forehead to hers again and closed his eyes. He didn’t thank any gods; he didn’t have those. He thanked her with silence.

When she could stand up, he helped her back into her robe and tied the sash with the competence of a man who had untied too many but never cared this much about getting one knot exactly right.

He fixed his own clothes without vanity and failed to tame his hair with his fingers. She smoothed it once and let it stay a little wild.

"Walk with me?" he asked.

"Through the market?" she said.

"Through the city. I want them to see you laughing."

"Then say something funny."

He tilted his head. "I brought you to a room that sells tea and convinced you dessert was not on the menu."

She smiled. "You are a liar."

"I’m your liar."

"True," she said, and kissed him once more—slow, thorough, like she was sealing a deal only they needed to witness.

He opened the door. Yaozu stood just where they had left him, a wall in human shape.

"All clear?" Yizhen asked.

"For now," Yaozu said, and glanced at Xinying’s face. Whatever he saw there eased the line of his shoulders. He stepped aside.

They went down the stairs together, her hand in Yizhen’s, the rabbit lantern hooked over his finger, the market waiting to swallow them whole and then carry them wherever they wanted.

At the bottom step a server looked up and looked away quickly, cheeks pink. Yizhen tossed him a coin without breaking stride. The boy caught it and grinned like he’d won a war.

"Where to next?" she asked.

"Anywhere you like," Yizhen said. "But first—one more sweet?"

She laughed, the sound quick and light, and he grinned like a man who had set a table and found his favorite guest already seated.

They stepped back into the night, still warm from each other, the paper rabbit bobbing at his side like a small moon that had decided to follow them home.