Inside the private room, the most beautiful woman in Xia was anxiously waiting for Fenrir to come.
She had witnessed that amazing battle, and her eyes gleamed with admiration for his exceptional performance.
"The prophecy was right. I would meet my savior here. A person that used his fist to fight , " she said softly.
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As the door to her private chamber opened, she made a conscious effort to present herself in the most captivating manner possible.
She wanted to leave a lasting impression on him, to mesmerize him with her beauty and allure.
But as soon as their eyes met, an unexpected sensation rushed on her heart.
"Too handsome," she whispered softly, her heart fluttering with an inexplicable fondness for his appealing features.
Fenrir, on the other hand, found himself equally entranced by Long Mu's beauty. He had encountered many alluring women in his travels, but the maiden before him possessed a unique radiance that set her apart.
With her long dark hair, its tips adorned with red highlights, and her captivating dark eyes that mirrored his, this maiden exuded an enchanting and innocent allure.
She appeared youthful and full of life, leaving him momentarily speechless by her beauty.
"My name is Lang Shao, my maiden," he unconsciously walked toward her and kissed her hand.
"I..." Long Mu was taken aback, surprised by his boldness.
Realizing his mistake, he immediately let go of her hand. He had forgotten that the culture in this place was more reserved and formal.
"Please sit down, Master Lang Shao," she gestured to Fenrir, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Both of them settled into their seats, and Long Mu began the conversation,
"My name is Long Mu. Maybe you're wondering why a tournament was held today."
"Not really," he shook his head as he took a sip of the tea on the table. He couldn't help but admire her beauty, and his initial purpose for coming to the tournament had been fulfilled beyond his expectations. He could not care less about the reason.
"Well, I'm just going to tell you anyway," Long Mu began, her voice tinged with honesty. "You see, my family wants me to marry the first prince of Xia. However, I don't have any feelings for him, so I made a bet to find a suitable suitor to represent me in a battle. If you can win, then I won't be forced into that marriage."
"You just need to pretend to be my lover. I beg you to help me," Long Mu spoke with a delicate blend of grace and vulnerability, trying to embody the image of a distressed princess.
She was well aware that fighting for her freedom would be equal to challenging the first prince. So she did not have high hopes from the beginning.
But Fenrir's next words shocked her.
"Sure," he replied with a calm confidence. He was not intimidated by the title of a prince or the prestige that surrounded them in this land.
To him, they were just ordinary humans, and he had faced far more formidable adversaries in his travels.
"Are you really going to help me?" she asked again, her eyes filled with a mix of disbelief and hope. It was hard for her to believe that he had agreed to help her so readily.
"As long as you compensate me ," Fenrir answered.
"Anything. I can give you anything you want: wealth, power, territory," she replied with excitement.
"Anything?" He clarified.
"Yes," Long Mu answered with absolute confidence. She was from a powerful and wealthy family so can give him anything he desired .
"I want you," Fenrir teased her .
"Please don't joke around," she was taken aback, but before she could react, Fenrir had pinned her down on the floor.
Thud!
"It's not a bad deal," he whispered into her ear.
"I can't. I have to protect my purity for the prince," Long Mu replied.
"You said you would be free after I won?" Fenrir asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"But what if you lost?"
"That's impossible," he replied with a confident smile, his eyes brimming with assurance.
Her heart wavered as she gazed into his eyes, and she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him.
There was something about his boldness and strength that drew her in, making her consider the possibility of giving her purity to him .
"But I promised to give my purity to someone who will be with me forever," she reasoned.She was attracted to Fenrir, but what if he just used her and left her afterward?
"Don't worry, I will love you and stay with you forever," he replied, his eyes filled with sincerity.
And he was not lying. He was immortal,so being with her for 50 to 100 years wasn't a big deal .
As for love, well, he was genuinely in love with her right now .
"You just need to accept my love and be my woman. I know that you like me too ?," he teased her with his tongue as he gently lick her ears.
She wanted to maintain her virginity, but she was unable to resist moaning in the face of Fenrir's hunger to dominate her.
He began kissing her neck while pushing down the material that covered her shoulder.
Then he also started kissing her shoulder, slowly going up until his lips finally touched her own .
At this point there was no longer any resistance in her part. She had fully succumbed to the temptation.
Fenrir then began touching her pussy . She was not wearing any underwear so his fingers just needed to push away the silk covering her private parts.
"Please be gentle," she closed her eyes. Waiting for him to make her his woman.
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Two weeks later, Fenrir and the First Prince's representative faced off on the stage. This battle was the culmination of Long Mu's final attempt for freedom.
Standing on the other side of the platform was a man holding two sabers. He was the strongest warrior in the kingdom, Baku.He stood at least 7'5 feet tall, with bulging muscles and a typical Asian face, but his mean eyes and bald head gave him an intimidating presence.
"You will die, young man," Baku sneered. Fenrir was in no way small, but Baku's imposing size made him appear so. His mixed heritage of half Mongolian and half Chinese gave him an impressive physique.
"Young man? I'm older than you. I just have a clean and flawless face, " Fenrir chuckled.
Baku ignored thus word ,thinking that his opponent was just messing with him. Only demons could look younger than they are , and he doubted that Fenrir was one because he didn't seem to be affected by the sun.
"This is just a job kid. There's no hard feelings if I accidentally killed you,"
"You talk too much. Let's get this over with," Fenrir raised his palm, gesturing for his opponent to attack.
Dong.
The bell finally rang, and the battle commenced.
Baku covered his two sabers with Ki, causing them to vibrate.
Then he dashed forward.
As he reached Fenrir's range, his speed suddenly doubled out of nowhere. This was his specialty—an unexpected burst of speed meant to catch his enemies off guard.
Baku's strength was impressive for a human, and Fenrir acknowledged that the tall man before him had the ability to take on ordinary werewolves. However, Fenrir was far from ordinary.
"I would love to play with you, but my future wife is waiting for me," he chuckled confidently.
With the energy on his fist concentrated and the muscles of his right arm partially transformed, he unleashed an attack fueled by pure brute strength.
There was no elegance or beauty in his movement, only raw power.
But when his fist clashed with Baku's saber, it was as if a tornado had been unleashed. Baku felt his body vibrating, and what followed became the talk of legend.
The tale spread far and wide, of a man who defeated the strongest warrior of Xia, married the most beautiful woman of the nation, and eventually became one of the greatest generals of the kingdom.
Fenrir's victory was not just a symbol of his power, but also a testament to his unwavering determination and love for Long Mu.
As the legend of Lang Shao and Long Mu's triumph echoed through the land, it inspired countless others to believe in the power of love and the strength of the heart. Their story would be told for generations to come, a tale of bravery, passion, and the indomitable spirit of two souls bound by destiny.
But this love story has a sad ending, after General Lang Shao suddenly vanished without a trace, leaving Long Mu all alone.
Historians claimed that he died during a skirmish, but Long Mu refused to believe it. She couldn't accept that her powerful husband would simply perish in such a way.
In her search for him, she embarked on a journey that led her to discover five dragon eggs, earning her the title of the Mother of Dragons according to legend.
Unfortunately, she never reunited with him.
But despite the heartache of losing her beloved, she found strength and purpose in her role as the protector and nurturer of these mythical creatures.
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In the present.
Vincent couldn't help but feel stunned upon seeing Long Mu. The very same woman that Fenrir had left behind countless years ago was now sleeping soundly in front of him.
"What should I do?" He asked himself.
This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺