When it came to having sex; whether it was soft as morning light or as ruinous as a storm, Phei had always preferred to keep his more violent abilities leashed.

The intense ones stayed dormant...

What remained were the ones that had long since become part of his breath, his blood, his very presence: Dragon Dominance, the evolved passive that flowed with every exhale like an invisible tide, and the Goddess Fall Touch that turned even a brush of his skin into something addictive, and made nerves sing and surrender feel like the sweetest inevitability.

These did not need to be activated anymore; they simply were.

Phei took a deep breath and Catrina shivered the moment his hand settled on her again.

The sound she made was barely there — a soft, broken sigh that melted into a full-body tremor.

He stepped back, just one deliberate pace, and let his eyes drink her in without mercy or haste.

The morning light slanted through the half-closed blinds in sharp, golden stripes, turning the bedroom into a study of light and shadow. Those horizontal bands of sunlight and soft darkness played across her body like deliberate caresses, highlighting every curve and every secret the lace tried — and failed — to hide.

Catrina stood before him in the white version of the babydoll she had chosen for him: her bust was a smooth, lightly structured satin-like fabric that cupped and lifted her medium, firm breasts into soft, tempting swells, the delicate neckline dipping just enough to frame the warm valley of her cleavage.

From just beneath the underbust the garment transformed into delicate, highly sheer floral lace mesh, intricate flowery patterns woven through near-transparent netting that revealed the golden tone of her skin beneath.

The lace clung and flowed over the narrow dip of her waist, the gentle flare of her hips, and ended in a scalloped hem that barely reached the tops of her thighs.

Beneath it, the matching white panties were little more than fragile straps and a tiny triangle of lace already darkened at the center by the silent, helpless evidence of her arousal. The thin spaghetti straps sat lightly on her shoulders, and every shift of her body made the sheer panels whisper against her skin.

Phei’s gaze moved over Catrina slowly, deliberately, like a man cataloguing every detail he intended to worship and ruin. The striped light turned the sheer lace into something almost magical — glowing bright where the sun touched it, darkening to smoke where shadow fell.

He could see the faint outline of Catrina’s nipples pressing against the satin bust, the way the floral patterns framed the darker shadows of her areolas, the soft curve of her stomach, the dip of her navel, and lower still the way the damp lace between her thighs clung to the swollen shape of her folds.

Every breath Catrina took made the sheer panels shift, revealing and concealing in the same movement.

The Dragon Dominance moved through the room with him, passive, fused, effortless.

Phei’s smile was slow, dark, and devastatingly tender. "You wore this for me," he said, voice low and rough with genuine appreciation. "Good girl. Thoughtful. Beautiful."

Catrina’s cheeks burned. Her hands fluttered at her sides. "D-Do you... like it, Boss?"

He shook his head once — not in denial, but in quiet dismissal of the question itself — and closed the distance between them again.

His fingers found her chin, tilting her face up with that same unhurried authority that left her no room to hide. Phei’s godly presence wrapped around her like warm, invisible silk, making her feel small, safe, and utterly owned in the best possible way.

His Compelling Gaze held hers, refusing to let her look away.

"I love it," he murmured. "I love that you chose it. That you wanted me to see you like this and the fact that you, Catrina, were brave enough to wait for me in something so pretty and so fucking transparent."

Before she could answer, Phei leaned in and pressed his mouth to the side of her neck.

The kiss was slow and open; his tongue traced the frantic flutter of her pulse.

At the same time his hand rose to her bare arm and began its slow, devastating ascent. The effect was immediate and obscene in its subtlety.

Where his fingertips brushed, her skin didn’t just tingle; it sang in pleasure that was blooming outward in warm, addictive waves that seemed to sink straight into her bones and pool low in her belly.

It was not simple touch but surrender being coaxed from her nerves one inch at a time.

His mouth found her throat and he sucked it gently at first, then with more intent, pulling a broken, silent moan from her that vibrated against his lips.

Her knees softened instantly; one of his arms slid around her waist to steady her while the other continued its unhurried journey — over her shoulder, down the elegant line of her back, fingers splaying wide as they traced the curve of her spine through the sheer lace.

When his palm reached the swell of her ass, Phei didn’t grab, he simply rested his hand there, letting the full weight of his palm settle against the soft, rounded curve of her young ass.

The heat of her ass-skin bled through the barely-there white lace instantly, seeping into his fingers like liquid fire.

For a moment he just held her like that, thumb stroking once, slow and possessive, feeling the delicate lace stretch over her flesh, a lace he could snap and end it’s arrogance for blocking his way.

Then he gave her ass the softest, most proprietary squeeze.

’Fuck.’

It was so good it almost—

Her ass was warm — hot — beneath his hand, the lace doing nothing but teasing him with the illusion of a barrier.

The moment he applied pressure, that firm supple flesh gave way just enough to spill softly between his fingers before springing back, young and resilient and perfect.

Catrina’s ass wasn’t just soft, it was that specific supple firmness that only came with youth and good genes — plush enough to sink his fingers into, tight enough that he could feel the toned muscle underneath.

The contrast made his cock throb hard against his thigh at the thought later of fucking her from behind.

Phei squeezed again, slower this time, feeling the way her ass molded to his palm and how the barely-there lace shifted and caught against his skin.

The heat pouring off her was obscene:

He could feel the faint give of her ass cheek, the way it filled his hand so completely, the smooth, warm curve of her that seemed made to be gripped. Every tiny movement she made sent another ripple of that supple flesh against his fingers.

Phei’s jaw tightened.

He wanted to dig his fingers in; he wanted to spread her open right here, drag that flimsy lace aside and see how wet she already was. But he didn’t. Not yet, Phei just kept his hand there, thumb stroking possessively over the lace-covered swell and feeling the heat, the softness, the barely restrained power in that young, perfect ass...

’...And fuck... it is so good.’

The kind of good that made his mouth go dry and his thoughts turn filthy in an instant and made him want to bend her over the nearest surface and spend the next hour learning exactly how that ass looked when it was bouncing, when it was spread and marked by his hands and his mouth and his cum.

He gave it one more slow, deliberate squeeze, feeling the warmth and suppleness yield for him again.

’...Yeah...

’I am in big trouble guys.’

The sound Catrina made was no longer a moan but a helpless, throaty whimper she tried — and failed — to swallow.

Her hips gave the tiniest, involuntary rock forward, pressing her soaked lace against his thigh for one desperate second before she caught herself.

Her breath caught the moment she felt it...

...His cock was suddenly there; heavy, thick, and burning hot against her lower stomach, pressing right against the soaked lace covering her crotch. It wasn’t just hard but rock hard, so rigid it felt like it could bruise her if he pushed any harder.

The heat of Phei’s burning hot cock bled straight through the thin fabric of his pants and her panties, searing against her skin like a brand; she could feel every inch of its length — lying heavy against her belly and lower stomach, the broad head resting just above where she was throbbing the most.

Phei’s cock twitched.

The sheer size of it made her thighs press together on instinct, so hot she could feel the warmth sinking into her skin, so hard that even through layers of fabric it felt like he was already inside her.

Her soaked lace clung uselessly to her swollen pussy, and now his cock was pressed right there too — thick and demanding, radiating heat that made her clit pulse in helpless answer.

She couldn’t stop the tiny, shaky exhale that left her lips.