Chapter 139: Spring Comes Upon A Withered Tree (VI)

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Chapter 139: Spring Comes Upon A Withered Tree (VI)

In his sleep, Shang Ke felt as though a pair of large hands were roaming over his body. Wave after wave of heat washed over him, his lower body forcefully penetrated and pounded as a hot, familiar presence wrapped tightly around him. Shang Ke tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed glued shut, leaving him with nothing but endless darkness and unrelenting pleasure.

If this was only a dream, why did it feel so real? Shang Ke gasped heavily. His untouched body grew increasingly sensitive beneath the man’s tireless thrusts, and every deep penetration made him shudder uncontrollably. His body was lifted, and with one final violent thrust, Shang Ke let out a low cry and jolted awake.

Looking around, he found himself lying in bed. His exposed skin was flushed faintly pink, his sleepwear was in complete disarray and slightly damp, and lingering elemental energy still filled the air like the residue left behind after casting some kind of magic.

Shang Ke’s expression turned strange. Had that wet dream just now been artificially created? There was a kind of magic known as Dream Lock, which could pull a target into the caster’s dream. Everything that happened inside felt as though it were happening in reality. However, the spell only worked on someone who was completely unguarded or spiritually connected to the caster.

Shang Ke could not help complaining inwardly. It’s bad enough that the man has wet dreams on his own. Did he really have to drag me into them too…?

Ivan sat beneath a tree in a daze, his overheated body still carrying the aftereffects of last night’s “wet dream.” Everything in the dream had felt far too real, so real that he had not wanted to wake. He remembered penetrating Shang Ke’s body, thrusting deep into him again and again until he forced soft moans from his lips. Those long, slender legs had wrapped around his waist, enduring Ivan’s insatiable demands, while pale skin had been covered everywhere with the marks he left behind…

“Ivan.” The elf’s gentle voice made Ivan confuse dream and reality for a moment, until he heard himself called a second time.

“Ivan, are you all right?” Shang Ke carefully studied his expression and got the feeling that Ivan did not even realize he had used Dream Lock. Otherwise, he probably would not look this dazed. If someone’s desire was strong enough, Dream Lock could activate unintentionally, with even the caster believing it had been nothing more than an ordinary dream.

Ivan raised his head. Not far away, Shang Ke was watching him with his head slightly tilted, long hair lifting gently in the breeze and his graceful figure glowing in the morning light. Those long legs now covered by fitted trousers had only moments ago been wrapped around Ivan’s waist in the dream, letting him take whatever he wanted… Ivan’s lower abdomen tightened, and beneath Shang Ke’s gaze, he awkwardly pressed his legs together.

“I’m going into the forest to collect seeds. Are you coming?” Shang Ke asked.

Ivan pulled his cloak more tightly around himself, stood, and walked over to Shang Ke.

A group of little elves bounced out from every corner and happily darted into the forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Ivan followed Shang Ke at an unhurried pace through the woods, his heated gaze lingering over him from time to time.

Before long, they wandered into a sea of flowers. Brilliant Silk-Rain Velvet blossoms bloomed atop stalks nearly half a person’s height, swaying gracefully in the breeze.

Shang Ke liked these flowers very much, but unfortunately they grew too quickly to be suitable for transplanting into his flower field. However, a plant known as Red Qizi occasionally grew alongside their roots. Red Qizi had excellent cosmetic properties and was also one of the materials used to refine a certain type of special magical item.

Shang Ke crouched down and carefully searched among the roots of the Silk-Rain Velvet. His loose collar slipped lower with the movement, exposing a stretch of pale neck where several faint bluish-purple marks could be seen.

Ivan’s breath caught as inappropriate images surfaced in his mind again. In his dreams, he had violated the elf before him countless times, leaving similar marks across every inch of Shang Ke’s skin, including the most intimate places.

“Ivan?” Shang Ke felt fingers touch the back of his neck and turned toward the man beside him.

Ivan did not immediately withdraw his hand. “You have some bruises here. How did you get them?”

“Bruises?” Shang Ke reached up to touch them. Could these be “souvenirs” from the dream?

“Probably bug bites.” From a giant humanoid bug, no less.

Ivan’s gaze darkened, his fingers lingering at the back of Shang Ke’s neck. Whether he believed the explanation or not was impossible to tell.

“If you have nothing else to do, help me gather Red Qizi.” Being stared at by a pair of eyes that looked as though they wanted to devour him was putting Shang Ke under considerable pressure.

Ivan slowly withdrew his scorching gaze and responded absentmindedly.

In reality, Ivan did not dare cross the line. In his dreams, however, he did whatever he pleased. Ever since that first night, he had another wet dream every day or two. The tree house, the sea of flowers, the lake… everywhere became a setting for their lovemaking.

Ivan had no idea he was activating Dream Lock. Every sensation he experienced in those dreams was real, and Shang Ke experienced exactly the same thing. Ivan showed absolutely no restraint, trying different locations and positions every time. Shang Ke was tormented so thoroughly that he nearly lost patience and exposed the truth to Ivan’s face.

After waking from orgasm for the umpteenth time, Shang Ke felt sticky all over. He pulled out a clean set of clothes and slipped down to the lake beneath the cover of night to wash himself.

Cool lake water flowed over his skin and washed away the lingering heat, making Shang Ke sigh comfortably.

After washing, Shang Ke returned to shore and lifted his long hair. Magical light flashed over his fingers, and the water clinging to his hair transformed into tiny droplets that floated around him.

At that moment, a pair of powerful arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind, scorching breath spilling over the back of his neck.

Before Shang Ke could react, the man behind him forcefully drove his hard cock into him while they were still standing.

“Mm…” Shang Ke involuntarily bent forward as Ivan forcefully thrust into him from behind. Because of the wet dream, his body was still slick, so penetration was not difficult, but the sudden fullness still left Shang Ke struggling to adjust.

“S-Slow down!” Shang Ke was turned around and pressed back against a tree trunk, his legs lifted as another round of forceful thrusting began.

Staring at the man forcing himself on him, Shang Ke suddenly thought, He can’t seriously still think this is just another dream, can he?!

Wake up already! You’re going to kill me at this rate!

Shang Ke bit down hard on Ivan’s shoulder. Ivan paused, then lowered his head and kissed him, pushing his tongue into Shang Ke’s mouth and stealing his breath. At the same time, his hips never stopped moving, thrusting upward from below, alternating between deep and shallow strokes.

Ivan felt that sex this time was more intense than anything he had experienced in his dreams.

Shang Ke: “…”

At some point, Ivan lowered Shang Ke onto the grass. Their bodies continued moving violently together until Shang Ke’s consciousness gradually grew hazy.

The scents of vegetation and soil surrounded him, seeming to resonate with his Sacred Tree constitution. Amid the overwhelming pleasure, a vast surge of elemental power suddenly erupted from Shang Ke like a crashing wave.

“Ah!” Ivan abruptly stopped and clutched his left eye, pain twisting across his face.

Shang Ke hurriedly pushed himself up and leaned closer to examine him.

The snake-shaped markings on the left side of Ivan’s face seemed to be splitting apart. Numerous thin, blood-red lines spread outward from them until they covered nearly half his face. His originally golden left iris gradually turned blood-red, glowing eerily in the darkness.

Ivan felt as though his left eye were burning, yet the desire raging through his body did not diminish at all. Instead, it intensified.

He lowered the hand covering his face and stared down at Shang Ke with reddened eyes, several beastlike growls rumbling from his throat.

Shang Ke was still studying Ivan’s eye when his waist was suddenly seized and Ivan drove into him hard, burying himself to the hilt in a single thrust.

Blood seeped from Ivan’s left eye, while the blood-red lines across his face seemed to flow like molten lava. With one eye red and the other gold, he looked almost demonic, yet Ivan himself seemed oblivious to it, completely consumed by desire.

Shang Ke sensed a terrifying aura within Ivan’s left eye, one clearly hostile to nature elements. An idea occurred to him, and he began suppressing his own natural energy as much as possible. Sure enough, as the nature elements receded, the blood-red lines across Ivan’s face began withdrawing as well.

A moment later, the blood-red iris also gradually returned to its original golden color.

Seeing clarity return to Ivan’s eyes, Shang Ke finally relaxed. Exhaustion immediately overwhelmed him, and he lost consciousness.

Ivan stared stiffly at Shang Ke beneath him. His hard cock was still inside Shang Ke, and even the slightest movement sent a strange sensation through where their bodies remained joined.

This wasn’t a dream! He had really violated this elf!

Looking at the chaotic marks covering Shang Ke’s skin, Ivan’s breathing quickened. He reached out with trembling fingers and gently touched Shang Ke’s face, then bent down and tenderly kissed his lips. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”

Although Ivan’s mind had been hazy, he still remembered ambushing Shang Ke, forcing himself on him, and taking possession of his body. When his left eye changed, he had only become even rougher. Shang Ke had not struggled against him. Instead, he had cooperated, soothed him, and helped ease his pain.

This kindhearted elf probably had no idea just how filthy what Ivan had done to him was!

Ivan lifted Shang Ke into his arms, carried him into the lake, and gently washed the stains from his body.

Gazing at Shang Ke’s beautiful sleeping face, Ivan felt deeply guilty, yet beneath the guilt lurked an undeniable trace of joy. What had originally existed only in beautiful dreams had suddenly become reality. The feeling of physically joining with Shang Ke had been so overwhelming that Ivan could hardly pull himself free of it.

Ivan lingered against his lips and murmured almost reverently, “Shang Ke, I would die for you, as long as you let me stay by your side.”

By the time Shang Ke woke from his exhausted sleep, it was already noon the following day.

Shang Ke walked out of the tree house aching all over, only to discover that a certain someone had actually disappeared, leaving behind two Oxygen Orbs and a note bearing only the words: Wait for me.

Fuck, he screws me and then runs! That damned heartbreaker!

Shang Ke carved a dead man’s head out of a piece of fruit, stuck a cross into the top of it, and left it beneath the blazing sun.

If that “dead man’s head” had possessed consciousness, it would surely have been screaming internally: What the hell did I ever do to deserve this?!

Over the following days, Shang Ke remained peacefully in the forest teaching the little elves magic. Although each of them had some disability, their magical talents were uniquely blessed, with each possessing their own particular strengths.

For example, Leilei, who suffered from fire poison, possessed a rare affinity for fire among elves and could skillfully manipulate flames. Gray-Eye, meanwhile, could not see through his left eye, but his right possessed extraordinary vision, making him almost perfectly accurate with a bow.

The other elves likewise possessed a wide variety of unusual abilities.

Half a month later, three more elves hatched one after another. To Shang Ke’s delight, all three were perfectly healthy and had no disabilities.

Eight of the twelve little elves had now been born. Shang Ke believed the remaining four would all hatch within the year.

Amid Shang Ke’s eager anticipation, a certain heartbreaker finally returned—and brought with him some unwelcome news: the Forge Wraiths and the Alliance were about to wage a major battle in Faesier Forest.

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