Chapter 2252 Delicate
This wasn't because he felt he was working on borrowed time, but rather because there was something even more important to him.
He walked toward Saru and Lilith who were still in a daze. Their expressions kept flickering between familiarity and confusion, as though they were looking at a stranger. They had hardly reacted before Dyon suddenly embraced the two of them, wrapping his arms around their slender waists.
He was so large in comparison that he completely enveloped them both, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he breathed in their familiar delicate fragrances.
Saru and Lilith felt frozen in the moment. In the last several decades, though they had teased Dyon many times, the amount of reciprocation they received was miniscule. This could almost be considered the first time he made any sort of romantic advances toward them.
"I'm sorry."
Dyon's voice entered their ears as his grip on them tightened.
After regaining his memories, how could he not feel guilt?
If he was being the most honest with himself, he didn't love all of his wives equally. This was just a fairy tale dishonest people told to make themselves feel better. The position Madeleine held in his heart, his first wife, the first woman he had ever loved, was simply a level beyond. Had she not erased most of his memories of her before he transcended, he likely would have never fallen for a second woman.
This was the brutal truth, this was the reality.
Dyon understood why Madeleine had needed to do that. If he remembered her too clearly, his descent into madness would have only been quickened. The fact he had lost his wife due to the machinations of the Heavens would have driven him insane.
There was a reason why Dyon, despite having met Clara first in his life, didn't open up his heart until he met Madeleine. She was the woman most suited to be his wife, the woman most suited to be his Empress, to sit atop the world with him.
However, even with this being the case, fate likes to play tricks on people. Due to Madeleine's actions, Dyon tried to fill his heart with others. And, though their place in his heart wasn't as grand, there was a place nonetheless.
Saru and Lilith were his wives. They were his wives, yet he always tried to keep a distance from them. It was already hard enough for them to make a decision to share him without him making things even more difficult than they needed to be.
The two women couldn't help but tremble beneath Dyon's touch.
After a while, Dyon pulled back, smiling gently as he tapped each of their foreheads once with a finger.
A blank look appeared on their faces for a moment before their gazes slowly cleared. At first, they looked around in confusion before their irises began to glow brightly.
"Husband!"
The two spoke in unison and leapt into Dyon's arms, a flood of repressed memories coming back to them. They sobbed like two pitiful children. Dyon couldn't help but smile.
Saru and Lilith had known more than the previous Dyon had about their situation, but 'more' was about all. Even they hadn't grasped the full scope of everything. Though they had known their husband was powerful, they hadn't known that he was this powerful. It was only now that they retrieved their memories thanks to Dyon's help that they realized just what all those vague hints really meant.
In reality, Dyon himself was the only one truly in the dark about everything. All of his wives had an inkling of something in one way or another. But, they also subconsciously felt that they shouldn't say anything. Even those moments when Madeleine tried, like in the Golden Flame Mystical World, it was Little Yin andYang who stopped her.
"Look at you two. You're grand Immortal Gods with countless followers, sobbing like babies."
Saru and Lilith tried to rein in their tears after hearing these words. But, Dyon's next words made them set aside their rivalry and furiously pound on his chest as one.
"Plus, if you keep weeping like this, I'll feel like a bad guy taking you two to bed. It's been so long since I've tasted you, you want your husband to wait even longer? How could I bear that?"
Dyon laughed heartily as their small fists hit his chest, sweeping up each of their plump bottoms in a hand and carrying their blushing figures to their bed.
Dyon was completely unlike a man who was aware that the whole of the immortal plane was in a frenzy, doing everything they could to come after his head. Instead, he indulged in his women with a wide smile on his face, the pants and moans of Saru and Lilith sounding like music to his ears.
His palm was firmly pressed against the small of Lilith's back. Her ass curved upward, beads of sweat pouring down her delicate body and dripping down toward her head. Her lovely white hair was strewn about wildly as she buried her face into the pillows, her sonorous moans coming out like a muffled delicacy.
She felt as though her body was being pierced through, Dyon's rhythmic motions sending nose bleeding ripples across her plump bottom every time a light smacking sound resounded.
Every time Dyon moved his hips forward, he used his hand to press even more firmly into her back, pulling her body back into his own. Every movement made Lilith feel as though she was losing her mind and only made her more grateful that her face was hidden from the world right now.
In Dyon's other arm, he held Saru's soft body close to his side. Her mounds pressed into the side of chest, her hands wrapped around his neck with a clear unwillingness to let go. She had no need to breathe as an immortal, so why would she even bother coming back up from their deep kiss?
Lilith's legs suddenly swung back and up, her body violently trembling as she wrapped them around the back of Dyon's thighs before she fell limply to the bed.