Deal? (18+)

"But before that" Mei push him onto his back, her eyes were dark with desire.

"You need to serve me. Now... let's see how well you can use that tongue of yours" she purred, her voice low and crazy.

She shifted up his body, positioning her dripping pussy over his mouth.

He looked up at her, his eyes widening at the sight of her glistening pussy just inches from his mouth.

"Open wide," she purred, a wicked glint in her eye.

"Lick," she commanded, grinding down against his face.

Sil obeyed, his tongue darting out to lap at her sweet juices. He flicked at her clit, savoring her taste as he pleased her. Mei moaned, her hips undulating as she rode his face.

"That's it, baby," she purred. "Get that tongue nice and deep in me. Show me how much you love being my toy."

Sil didn't need to be told twice. He opened his mouth eagerly, his tongue reaching out to lick at her dripping folds. Mei moaned, grinding down against him.

She started to move, riding his face with abandon. Her juices coated his chin and lips as she chased her pleasure. Sil's hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he licked and sucked at her clit.

"Fuck, yes... just like that," Mei panted, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Get that tongue deep in me."

Sil complied, plunging his tongue into her tight heat. He fucked her with it, curling it to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. Mei cried out, her hips bucking wildly.

Her thighs began to tremble, a sign that she was close. Sil doubled his efforts, sucking hard on her clit as he drove his tongue deeper. With a scream, Mei came, her pussy clamping down on his tongue.

Her juices flooded his mouth as he lapped up every drop, not letting up until she collapsed forward, spent and panting.

"Mmm... you did well," She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I think you deserve a reward," she whispered. Sil nodded frantically his voice hoarse with need.

"Please, Mommy," he begged.

Mei chuckled darkly, trailing her fingers down his chest to wrap around his throbbing cock. "Very well," she said

She wrapped her hand around the base, giving him a few slow pumps. "You're already so hard for me," she cooed, leaning in to lick a bead of pre-cum from the tip. "I love feeling you like this, so desperate for my mouth."

Sil could only whimper in response as she took him into her warm, wet mouth. His head fell back against the pillows as she started to suck, her tongue swirling around his shaft. She took him deep, her nose brushing against his pelvis as she swallowed around him.

"Fuck, Mei... your mouth feels so good," he panted, his hands fisting in the sheets. She hummed around his cock, sending vibrations through him. His balls tightened, signaling his impending release.

Mei pulled off just before he reached the edge, releasing him with a wet pop. "Not yet," she said with a wicked grin.

She crawled back up his body, kissing and biting as she went. She straddled his hips again, reaching between them to position his cock at her entrance.

"Fuck me," she demanded, sinking down onto him in one smooth motion. They both moaned at the sensation. Mei was tight and wet, her walls gripping him like a vice.

She started to move, rolling her hips in a slow grind. She leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs as she rode him harder and faster. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, drawing Sil's gaze.

"Harder," Mei panted, increasing the pace. The bed creaked beneath them as they lost themselves in the rhythm of their lovemaking. Mei threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she chased her pleasure.

Sil gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her. He could feel her starting to tighten around him, her orgasm building. He slid one hand between them, finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles.

That was all it took. Mei cried out, her body convulsing as she came hard around him. The sensation pushed Sil over the edge and he followed her, spilling himself deep inside her.

They collapsed together onto the mattress, both panting and sweaty. Mei curled into Sil's side, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as their heart rates slowly returned to normal.

"That was... intense," Sil said, a note of awe in his voice.

Mei laughed softly, a contented, purring sound. "You had been a good boy today."

Sil chuckled, pressing another kiss to the top of her head. "I will always be a good boy for Mommy."

They lay there for a long moment, basking in the afterglow, the weight of the ruined city outside temporarily forgotten in the warmth of their embrace. But eventually, reality, persistent and unyielding, began to intrude.

"What are we going to do now?" Mei asked quietly, her voice still soft from their lovemaking.

Sil sighed, stroking her purple hair. "I don't know. But we'll figure it out together. Just like always."

Mei nodded, snuggling closer to him, her naked body pressed against his. "Together," she agreed softly, the single word a promise.

5-Star Hotel, Central Beijing – Presidential Suite

Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, refracting the soft light across imported mahogany furniture. The subtle hum of air purifiers blended with the faint, soothing trickle of water from an indoor fountain. The entire presidential suite, an oasis of opulence, was empty of guests, cleared of staff, and sterilized down to the last speck of dust—except for three people.

Sil sat cross-legged on a pristine white couch, a picture of casual comfort as he sipped tea from a delicate porcelain cup. He wore a simple black shirt and jeans, yet somehow, he made the luxurious surroundings feel out of place, as if a wolf were lounging comfortably in a gilded palace. Mei sat beside him, quietly leaning her head on his shoulder, her purple hair neatly combed and flowing over robes of soft violet, conjured effortlessly from her own energy.

Across from them, seated stiffly in an armchair that seemed too small for his imposing authority, was General Lu Fan. He looked utterly exhausted, like he hadn't slept in days. His uniform was immaculate, every crease sharp, but his eyes were hollow, bruised with deep exhaustion and the bitter taste of defeat.

The silence that settled between them was long, thick, and profoundly uncomfortable.

Sil finally broke it, his voice surprisingly mild. "This place is nice," he said, gesturing with his teacup. "A little too soft on the eyes, perhaps, but I do like the pillows."

The General said nothing, his face a mask of weary defiance.

Mei giggled softly, a light, musical sound that seemed out of place in the tense room. "You can make the bed float too. Tonight's gonna be fun."

Sil smiled at her, a genuinely tender expression, then turned his attention back to the old soldier, his easygoing demeanor hardening slightly. "Let's talk business."

General Lu Fan's jaw tensed. "You asked for this meeting. Say what you want."

"I will," Sil said, setting his cup down carefully on a glass table. "First: no more weapons pointed at us. Ever. Not from you. Not from anyone in your chain of command. No drones, no bugs, no men in black watching from windows across the street. If you want us to stay in this country—and not go full rogue like those horror movies you people love to imagine—then this is step one."

"You're threatening the nation?" Lu Fan asked, his voice low, laced with suppressed fury.

"I'm offering a truce," Sil corrected him, his tone calm, unyielding. "But I'm not a civilian anymore. Neither is she. We've entered a new class of existence. One your weapons don't touch. So if you want continued peace, let's talk like equals."

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, studying Sil intently, searching for a crack in his composure. "What do you want?"

Sil leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing. "Legal recognition," he said flatly, no room for negotiation in his tone. "Special political status. Publicly. On the record. I want a document from your Ministry acknowledging me and Mei as Awakened assets with national exemption privileges. No detainment, no surveillance, no press harassment. We are not criminals. Not test subjects. Not anomalies."

"Impossible," the General snapped, his control slipping. "You want to walk the streets like gods while our people bury their dead?"

Sil's voice dropped, becoming cold and quiet, every word precise. "They died because your side fired first."

Lu Fan's eyes flashed. "You expect the world to believe that?"

"Yes," Sil said simply, his conviction absolute. "And you'll help them believe it."

General Lu Fan looked ready to explode, his face flushing crimson. His fists clenched and unclenched.

Sil didn't flinch, his expression unwavering. "Second demand: media control. You and your propaganda bureau are going to rewrite the story. The incident wasn't caused by Mei. It was caused by premature military aggression against an Awakening subject. A tragedy caused by fear and poor judgment. Public apology. Official miscalculation. Spin it however you want, but Mei comes out innocent."

Lu Fan stared at him, breathing hard, his chest heaving with barely contained fury.

Sil's voice softened slightly, a hint of steel still beneath the velvet. "We're not asking too much. We just want to live. But if you make us fight to live, we will win. And you will lose. Every time."

A tense, agonizing silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the faint hum of the air purifiers.

Then, slowly, agonizingly, the General leaned back. His gloved hand clenched into a white-knuckled fist on the armrest, the fabric straining. His knuckles went white.

"You're... not Chinese citizens anymore, are you?" he said bitterly, the words tasting like ash in his mouth.

"No," Sil answered, his gaze firm. "We're something else now. And we don't belong to anyone. But for now—we'll stay. Help. Keep things stable. If you're willing to give us space and respect."

Lu Fan closed his eyes, a flicker of profound exhaustion passing over his face. The tension in his features was palpable, the grim visage of a man being forced to swallow something too large and too bitter to bear.

"...The documents will be drafted within the week. And the media story will begin shifting by tomorrow," he conceded, the words barely audible.

Sil smiled faintly, almost gently, a hint of triumph in his eyes. "Thank you, General."

Lu Fan stood abruptly, his movements stiff with restrained fury, unable to remain in the presence of his new, unwelcome superiors. "Enjoy your pillows, Mr. Lan."

"Already am," Sil replied, his tone light.

The General left without another word, the heavy door clicking shut behind him, sealing them once more into the opulent suite.

When the door closed, Mei let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, the tension finally easing from her shoulders.

Sil leaned back again, his eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "And that, my love… is how you train a dragon."

Mei leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "My knight."