Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 366: R18 Immortal Grade Sword 2

As Sharky’s lips moved against Charlotte’s, his hands began to explore her body. He noticed the simple yet elegant white silk nightgown she wore, a stark contrast to the fiery passion burning within her.

The fabric was thin, allowing Sharky to feel every curve and contour of Charlotte’s body beneath his fingertips. He traced the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the flare of her hips, committing every inch of her to memory.

Charlotte arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as Sharky’s hands ignited sparks of pleasure wherever they roamed. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her thigh, a reminder of what was to come.

Sharky broke the kiss, trailing his lips along Charlotte’s jaw and down her neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin there, soothing the sting with his tongue, while his hand reached below her nightwear.

Charlotte gasped softly as Sharky’s hand slid beneath the hem of her nightgown, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her thigh. She trembled at the contact, her heart racing in anticipation.

Sharky’s lips continued their sensual assault on her neck, his tongue swirling and teasing as he pushed her nightgown higher and higher. The cool air kissed Charlotte’s exposed flesh, making her shiver.

As the silk fabric bunched around her waist, Sharky’s hand finally reached its destination the junction between her thighs. He cupped her mound possessively, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

Charlotte’s breath hitched as Sharky’s fingers grazed against her most intimate area. She was already wet, the evidence of her arousal coating his digits as he explored her folds.

"Sharky..." Charlotte breathed, her voice heavy with need. She rolled her hips against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. "Please..."

Sharky groaned at the desperation in Charlotte’s voice, his fingers parting her slick folds to expose the throbbing nub of her clit. He circled it slowly, teasingly, watching as Charlotte’s back arched off the bed.

"Yes," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Right there."

Encouraged by her response, Sharky increased the pressure and speed of his movements. He plunged a finger inside her tight channel, pumping it in and out in a rhythm that matched the throbbing of her clit.

Charlotte’s hips bucked wildly as Sharky’s skilled fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge. She tangled her hands in his hair, holding him close as she rode out the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

"That’s it," Sharky murmured against her neck. "Come for me, my love. Let me feel you fall apart."

With a final cry of Sharky’s name, Charlotte shattered beneath him, her orgasm ripping through her with devastating force.

"Good," Sharky nodded, but this was just a teaser for him.

Charlotte lay panting on the bed, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her intense orgasm. But seeing Sharky’s gaze, she knew, this was not going to stopped here.

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire and curiosity. "You’re not done with me yet?" she asked breathlessly.

Sharky smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. "Oh, we’re just getting started," he promised.

He stood up and began to remove his clothes, his movements slow and deliberate. Charlotte watched hungrily as more and more of his toned flesh was revealed, her heart racing in anticipation.

When Sharky was finally naked, Charlotte’s gaze locked onto his erect dragon. It stood proud and tall, a testament to his arousal and desire for her.

Sharky crawled back onto the bed, settling himself between Charlotte’s spread thighs.

He leaned down, pressing a searing kiss to Charlotte’s lips as he guided his dragon to her entrance. Charlotte moaned into the kiss, her hips lifting to meet his.

With one powerful thrust, Sharky sheathed himself fully inside her, burying himself to the hilt. Charlotte cried out, her nails digging into his back as she adjusted to the sudden invasion.

Sharky gave her a moment to acclimate before he began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. He started slow, allowing Charlotte’s tight walls to stretch and accommodate his size.

Charlotte wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Harder," she demanded breathlessly. "Fuck me harder."

Sharky growled at Charlotte’s demand, his hips snapping forward with increased force. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them as he pounded into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.

Charlotte screamed Sharky’s name, her voice hoarse and raw as pleasure consumed her. She met each of his thrusts eagerly, her hips lifting to take him deeper.

Their coupling was wild and untamed, a frenzy of passion and desperation. Sharky’s dragon stretched Charlotte to her limits, filling her completely and utterly.

"Look at me," Sharky commanded gruffly. "I want to see your eyes when you come undone."

Charlotte forced her eyes open, locking gazes with Sharky as he drove into her again and again. The intensity in his eyes, the primal desire she saw there, pushed her over the edge.

Before meeting Sharky, Charlotte had always been the proud and untouchable Sect Master of the Jade Sect.

Her guiding principle was simple and unyielding: to touch the pinnacle of the dao, one must be free of love, free of pleasure, and free of emotions. For years, she carried herself with that icy detachment, believing it to be the only correct path.

But after crossing paths with Sharky, cracks began to appear in that frozen mask. The woman who once showed nothing but cold indifference slowly began to display emotions she thought she had long severed—curiosity, worry, frustration, and even joy.

The true turning point came deep within the mine. In order to heal Sharky’s grievous wounds, she made a choice she never imagined possible: she sacrificed her untouched body to him, even while he remained unconscious. That moment shattered the walls she had built around herself for a lifetime.

Later, when Sharky performed dual cultivation with her again—this time to heal her—Charlotte finally understood. Love was not a shackle holding her back from the dao; it was a truth of existence, as important as the heavens and earth themselves. And once love was acknowledged, pleasure naturally followed, no longer something to resist but something to embrace.

Now, whenever she stood before Sharky, she no longer carried herself with the unapproachable dignity of the Jade Sect’s master. Instead, she became like a young maiden in love—shy, vulnerable, yet deeply devoted.

Charlotte’s eyes fluttered closed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Sharky’s dragon hit that magical spot inside her with every thrust, sending jolts of ecstasy through her body.

She clung to him desperately, her nails raking down his back as she urged him on. "Yes," she gasped. "Just like that. Don’t stop."

She was lost in pleasure, when a knocking sound came out of the door.

The knocking at the door startled Charlotte and Sharky out of their passionate haze. They froze, their bodies still joined intimately as they listened to the sound echoing through the room.

"Stone Cold Woman?" a voice called out from the other side. "Are you in there?"

Charlotte’s eyes widened in recognition. Only Diana called her Stone Cold Woman.

Diana knocked again, more insistently this time. "Charlotte, I know you’re in there. Open the door."

Charlotte’s heart raced as she realized the precariousness of their situation. She was naked, tangled in Sharky’s arms, with no immediate way to cover themselves.

She looked up at Sharky, panic etched on her face.

Sharky, however, felt a sense of relief wash over him, when knowing it was Diana outside.

He remembered the incident in the mine where Diana had witnessed their intimate encounter. In his mind, there was nothing to hide anymore.

Moreover, she already knew about their relationship.

Charlotte, on the other hand, was gripped by a different emotion entirely. Despite Diana having seen them before, she still felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and panic at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position again.

She didn’t know what to do or how to react. Her heart raced as she looked up at Sharky, silently pleading for guidance.

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Diana was sleeping peacefully after sharing a night of passion with Sharky. Even in her dreams, she instinctively reached out, wanting to embrace him again. But her hand met only the cold emptiness of the bed.

Her brows furrowed, and she slowly woke up, realizing Sharky was no longer beside her. A trace of curiosity—and faint dissatisfaction—appeared in her eyes.

Rising softly, she followed his lingering scent through the halls. Eventually, she stopped just outside of Charlotte’s room.

There, her sharp ears caught the sound of muffled, pleasure-filled breaths. Diana froze for a moment, then a knowing smile curved across her lips. It could only be Sharky and Charlotte.

A mischievous spark lit up in her heart. She had always found Charlotte’s cold, lofty demeanor irritating, and now that she had discovered such a scene, she couldn’t resist. The thought of embarrassing the proud Sect Master thrilled her. How amusing would it be to watch the so-called ’immortal fairy’ fall into the mundane world of passion?

Diana covered her lips to stifle a laugh. The more she thought about it, the harder it was to sit still. Finally, she stepped forward, making her presence known.

Inside, Charlotte, who had just been lost in the heat of the moment, was startled. Her heart trembled, and for the first time in many years, she panicked. Even though there was nothing left to hide about her relationship with Sharky, facing Diana’s teasing gaze was something she found she simply couldn’t endure.

Before Diana could step through the door, Charlotte quickly composed herself. Taking a steady breath, she spoke in her usual cold tone, "I am in the middle of recovery. Please don’t disturb me."

Sharky nearly choked on his breath. This woman looked as pure as untouched snow, yet she could spout such a blatant lie without even blinking.

From outside came Diana’s mocking voice, laced with amusement. "Recovery, is it? Or are you in the middle of taking injections from Sharky?"

Her tone was teasing, almost sing-song. She had already heard their pleasure-filled voices just moments ago—how could she be fooled so easily?

Charlotte’s expression stiffened, her heart pounding. "Witch, is there something wrong with you? I don’t know where Sharky is! It’s already the middle of the night—stop disturbing me!" she snapped, her cold façade cracking with the heat of shame.

Sharky, meanwhile, was sprawled comfortably across her, utterly amazed. Incredible... she’s lying through her teeth, and she doesn’t even flinch! He couldn’t help but admire how flawlessly Charlotte could keep up appearances, even while he was very much still in her bed.

"Oh, so Sharky isn’t with you. My mistake. I apologize for misunderstanding," Diana’s voice sounded contrite, and footsteps suggested she was leaving.

Charlotte let out a long sigh of relief, her tense shoulders finally relaxing. She was about to resume her moment with Sharky when—

"I just thought... it would be more sincere if I apologized to you face to face," Diana’s playful voice drifted in again. "I’ll start counting now. Once I’m done, I’ll come inside."

Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat. "Witch! Why are you disturbing me?!" she snapped, her tone cracking in panic. But Diana ignored her completely and began a slow, deliberate countdown.

Charlotte’s face went pale. Why did I even try to hide it?! If I had just admitted Sharky was here, this wouldn’t be happening!

Now it was too late. Diana’s voice kept echoing through the door, and every number brought Charlotte’s doom closer. In desperation, she yanked the blanket over herself and Sharky, hiding everything beneath it except her flushed face.

She glared at Sharky with wide eyes and hissed, "Don’t you dare say a word!"

Almost the very instant she spoke, there was a loud bang!