Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 380: Showing His Skill

"Ahem..." Sharky was also caught off guard. This woman seemed to have misunderstood him. He quickly changed the topic, adding, "Why don’t I just give you a bit of blood essence then? Otherwise, you won’t be able to explain things to Magnus."

Cassandra felt warm inside when she heard what he said. However, she still shook her head and said, "If young master had said that before last night, I would definitely have happily received it, but now, I think it’s best if I don’t take it. Blood essence is too important for young master. Forget about the fact that a loss of blood essence would make young master weak for a long time, who knows what Magnus would do with it?

There are too many curse techniques and puppet arts in this world. That’s why young master absolutely can’t randomly hand over your blood essence."

When Sharky heard the concern in her words, he couldn’t help but ask, "Why are you worrying so much for my sake?"

Cassandra said with a sigh, "I’m already young master’s woman; who would I think of if not young master? Besides, after Magnus learns of what happened last night, there won’t be any good news waiting for us. Rather than that, I might as well wholeheartedly choose young master. I suddenly felt as if you were sent by the heavens to save us. That’s why I made this choice."

Sharky knew that there was no need for her to say all that to him at all. The reason she had done so was clearly because she was worried that he would misunderstand. He gently held her hand and said, "I won’t superficially promise you any grand future, but as long as it’s within my power, I’ll definitely protect the Fox race."

Cassandra said with a smile, "I would feel more worried if you promised me all kinds of things. Our clan has met too many men like that, every single one of them offering flowery but insincere speech. In the end, all they wanted was just to take advantage of us."

Sharky chuckled and asked, "Then how do we deal with Magnus’s mission this time?"

"I’ll tell him that Lucas’s appearance interrupted the plan and caused a last-minute failure. The Lion races are even more powerful than the Tiger race, and there has always been conflict between them. There’s no way Magnus would be able to confirm whether that was true or false," Cassandra explained.

Sharky gave her a look of surprise. He hadn’t expected her to have already prepared so thoroughly. This girl really is quite quick-witted, he thought. No wonder she had been able to make the weak Fox race flourish for so long.

The two chatted for a while longer. Cassandra started removing her dress.

She pursed her lips, then suddenly pushed them outward. A tender yet slightly flirtatious expression appeared on her fresh and pure cheeks. She said, "Young master, I was flustered last night and didn’t show you my usual skill. Today, I’ll let young master experience what a true fox-spirit is capable of."

"Alright," Sharky replied. How could he refuse when he saw how hopeful, and yet scared that he might reject her, she was?

Moreover, this woman was just too good! There was probably no one in this world who could refuse such temptation, right?

---

Meanwhile after experiencing the embarrassing moment, she was pacing towards her room.

When she suddenly froze. Standing there, impossibly calm despite the late hour, was Alina.

Her heart skipped a beat. Alina... here? Then who is inside the room...?

Charlotte’s eyes widened in shock. She had never expected this!

Meanwhile, Diana, who had been following Charlotte everywhere, appeared behind her. She froze upon seeing Charlotte’s expression.

"What’s wrong with the stone cold woman?"

Before Charlotte could reply, Diana’s gaze shifted—and she too froze, staring at Alina.

"If... Alina is here? What’s going on...?"

Alina looked calmly at their shocked faces and raised an eyebrow. "What’s the matter, Sect Master Charlotte and Diana? Why are both of you looking at me with such shocked expressions?" she asked, her tone tinged with curiosity.

"If you are here, then who is inside?" Charlotte asked, confusion flickering across her face.

"Where?" Alina replied, equally puzzled. She had no idea what they were talking about.

But before she could process it further, Diana and Charlotte moved decisively toward Sharky’s room, their anger and curiosity burning just as visibly. Alina followed closely behind.

The two sect masters’ expressions were a mix of determination and fury, while Alina didn’t know what was happening.

Meanwhile, inside, Sharky and Cassandra were just about to become intimate when a sudden tightening of the air made Sharky freeze. Why does it feel... tense?

Then he sensed it—not just Diana and Charlotte, but Alina as well, all moving toward the door. His heart skipped a beat.

Before he could even react, the door burst open. All three women stepped inside at once, their eyes locking on him and Cassandra with furious, incredulous glares.

Sharky’s face went pale. Oh no... this is going to be really bad...

He tried to speak, but nothing came out. His hands flailed nervously. "Uh... I can explain... well... maybe not... uh..."

Charlotte’s glare was sharp and commanding, Diana’s was equally fierce but tinged with disbelief, and Alina’s, now burning with genuine anger, pierced him like a dagger.

Sharky’s legs trembled as he took a step backward. Okay, don’t panic... stay calm... no, panic is better... wait... calm... maybe...

He ducked behind the bed for a split second, peeking out with wide eyes. All three angry at once?! I’m doomed... utterly doomed...

Charlotte’s eyes never left him, Diana’s arms were crossed in exasperation, and Alina’s furious gaze made him feel like he’d just walked onto a battlefield he could not survive.

Sharky opened his mouth to try explaining, but before he could say a word, all three slammed the door shut behind them and stormed away, leaving him in a mixture of relief, panic, and utter embarrassment.

Seeing the scenario, Cassandra quickly stood up, ready to leave.

But Sharky grabbed her firmly and pulled her back onto the bed. "Where are you going? Since they’ve already found out, before they punish me, I’ll punish you first."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Young master is going to punish me?" she asked in a flirty tone, her voice laced with playful mischief.

Sharky’s eyes darkened with intent, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. "Oh yes... and you won’t be able to forget it anytime soon."

Cassandra giggled softly, surrendering to his playful dominance while the tension from earlier still lingered in the air.

He rolled them over so that she was pinned beneath him, his hands gripping her wrists and holding them above her head. Cassandra gasped at the sudden movement, her eyes widening with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

"What kind of punishment did you have in mind, young master?" she purred, arching her back slightly to press against him.

"I will give you the punishment that even your backdoor will open forever for me," Saying that he positioned his Dragon not on her front but on her asshole.

Cassandra’s eyes widened in shock and a hint of fear as she felt Sharky’s dragon pressing against her most intimate hole. She had never been taken there before, and the thought both terrified and excited her.

"No," she gasped out, instinctively trying to squirm away. "Sharky, wait..."

But Sharky held her firmly in place, his grip on her wrists tightening. "Shh," he murmured against her ear. "Trust me, Cassandra. I’ll make it good for you."

With that, he began to push forward, the head of his dragon breaching her tight entrance. Cassandra cried out at the sudden intrusion, her body tensing up.

"It hurts!"

"I know," Sharky playfully teased her.

Cassandra glared at him over her shoulder, tears of pain and frustration welling up in her eyes. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" she accused breathlessly.

Sharky just smirked, slowly inching his dragon deeper into her tight passage. "Every second," he confirmed.

He leaned down to nip at her earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "But I promise, the pain will fade, and you’ll be begging for more."

Cassandra whimpered as he continued his relentless advance, filling her inch by inch. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced a burning stretch that bordered on pleasure and pain.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Sharky bottomed out, his hips flush against her rear. Cassandra gasped, her entire body trembling with the effort of accommodating his size.

"Good girl," Sharky praised softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "You took it so well."

He began to move then, withdrawing slowly before thrusting back in. Cassandra cried out at the sensation, her nails digging into the sheets beneath them.

As Sharky’s dragon plunged into her again and again, Cassandra felt her fox ears and tail emerge involuntarily. The sensation of his hands playing with her sensitive appendages only added to the overwhelming stimulation.

"Ahh!" she cried out as Sharky tugged on her tail, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Her ears flattened against her head as he gripped them gently, using them to guide her movements.

The dual sensations of his dragon filling her ass and his hands manipulating her fox features pushed Cassandra closer and closer to the edge. She could feel a pressure building inside her, unlike anything she’d experienced before.

"Sharky," she gasped, her voice strained. "Something’s... something’s happening..."

Sharky growled possessively, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Let go, Cassandra," he commanded. "Come for me."

With a final, deep thrust and a tug on her tail, Cassandra shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing with pleasure as she screamed Sharky’s name.

The sensation triggered Sharky’s own release, and with a roar, he spilled himself deep inside her ass.

As the final tremors of their releases subsided, Cassandra pushed Sharky onto his back with a wicked grin. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, her fox nature rising to the surface.

"You think that’s all there is to it?" she purred, crawling up his body seductively. "Oh no, my dear Sharky. I’m just getting started."

She straddled his hips, her tail wrapping around his dragon possessively. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a small orb of foxfire, letting it dance across his chest.

Sharky gasped at the sensation it was like being touched by pure energy. His dragon twitched and hardened once more, ready for another round.

Cassandra smiled mischievously, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "I’m going to show you what it means to be claimed by a soulstealing fox spirit."

With that, she sank down onto his renewed erection, her walls clamping down around him like a vice.

Then, Sharky finally understood what a ’soul-stealing’ fox-spirit was like, because they really were too good at pleasing men. Even though she couldn’t stand still, she was still able to do all kinds of things by leaning against Sharky’s body.

If he hadn’t already personally experienced it the previous night, Sharky would find it really hard to believe that she was actually a pure and innocent young lady. That was probably just the innate talent of the Fox race.

As Cassandra rode Sharky with wild abandon, she poured her fox essence into their connection. Sharky felt it like a warm, tingling sensation spreading through his veins, filling him with an overwhelming sense of pleasure and devotion.

He cried out, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he bucked beneath her. The foxfire orb grew brighter, pulsing in time with their movements and reflecting off their sweatslicked skin.

Cassandra clung to his body like a koala, her chest rising and falling continuously. Her face was flushed red, and fine beads of sweat formed on her temples. This kind of position, where she couldn’t stand, had clearly made her use up several times more stamina than usual.