Chapter 9

"I've given you a choice, but you forced my hand to do this. I'm sorry." These were the woman's last words before she committed a vile act that would alter Rowan's fate forever. With deliberate calmness, she reached into the depths of her storage rings and withdrew a small, intricately crafted pouch overflowing with shimmering treasures—gems of varying hues, rare herbs, and finely ground powders that glowed faintly with arcane energy.

Carefully, almost ceremoniously, she sprinkled the contents of the pouch over Rowan's unconscious form. The powder, known in mystical circles as Thought Binding Powder, settled on his nose and gently dispersed through the air around him. Its effects were legendary and feared across the realms especially unto lower leveled cultivators—a creation of her own mastery in the art of pill making. Once inhaled, the powder would bind his thoughts and will to hers, rendering him utterly obedient to her commands.

This woman, revered as a master pill alchemist, held unparalleled prestige in the city, directly responsible for the meteoric rise of the city lord's wealth. Her pills were sought after far and wide, not only for their potency but also for their near-mythical effects. They were catalysts of power, turning the tides of battles and fortunes alike.

Her own rise to prominence had been swift and unstoppable, fueled by her relentless pursuit of alchemical perfection. Each creation, from healing elixirs to strength-enhancing concoctions, bore her mark of ingenuity and dominance in the realm of mystical arts. The city lord, indebted to her brilliance, had amassed wealth beyond measure, a testament to the potency of her creations and the influence they wielded.

Now, as she watched over Rowan, the hourglass of fate turned inexorably. For the next twelve hours, the Thought Binding Powder would weave its insidious magic, binding Rowan's consciousness to her will. Once the process was complete, he would awaken not as his own master, but as her obedient servant, ready to execute her every whim without question.

In the quiet solitude of her chamber, she awaited the dawn, knowing that when the sun rose again, Rowan would no longer be the free soul he once was. The echoes of her last words lingered in the air, carrying the weight of inevitability and the darkness of her chosen path.

As she prepared to depart, a sudden impulse seized her heart—a tumultuous mix of anticipation and longing. While she knew Rowan would soon be under her control upon her return to the Nine Heavens Sect, an insistent desire whispered within her, urging her to taste a forbidden fruit she had fantasized about for years.

"Now that you're officially mine to play with," she murmured, her voice thick with desire and a hint of mischief, "perhaps I should indulge one of my deepest desires." With deliberate intent, she leaned in and captured Rowan's lips with her own. What began as a planned, fleeting kiss quickly ignited into an inferno of raw passion that surged through her veins.

The touch of their lips unleashed a torrent of longing she had suppressed for too long. A rush of absolute desire cascaded from her lips to the very core of her being, overwhelming her senses and driving her to seek more. Her body responded fervently, every nerve tingling with anticipation as she explored the intoxicating taste of forbidden pleasure.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Lost in the heat of their embrace, she allowed herself to be consumed by the magnetic pull of their kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they continued to exchange fervent kisses, each one deepening the connection between them and fueling her insatiable hunger.

In that stolen moment, she surrendered to the forbidden allure, savoring every sensation and losing herself in the heady rush of desire. It was a moment of reckless abandon, a fleeting indulgence in a fantasy she had kept buried for far too long.

She paid no heed to whether Rowan might wake up at this ungodly hour. All that mattered was her urgent desire for him. Her hands moved with purpose, swiftly tossing aside the thick blankets that enveloped Rowan's slumbering form. Despite being clad in his usual farmer's attire, his rugged charm and innate attractiveness remained undiminished.

The intruding woman's anticipation grew palpable as she approached him with determined steps. With trembling fingers fueled by desire, she unceremoniously stripped off his pants, followed by his briefs, casting them aside without a second thought. Each movement was driven by an intense craving, an insatiable hunger that had ignited within her the moment she laid eyes on him.

She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of him laid bare before her. His strong, muscular frame bathed in the moonlight filtering through the window, his chest rising and falling gently with each breath. The room was filled with a charged silence, broken only by the soft rustling of fabric and the sound of their breathing mingling in the air.

With a fierce determination, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his skin, leaving a trail of longing kisses along his neck and shoulders. Her hands traced the contours of his body, exploring every curve and plane as if committing them to memory. 

And then she saw a monster in the it's state of slumber. She tentatively reached a hand to measure it on its sleep but she even failed to take a hold of it completely. 

It was just so big to fit in one hand alone. She used two of her hands and her fingers could barely surround the thing completely. 

She moved her hands up and down to caress the thing to life and not one minute later, Rowan's cock was already standing in full arousal. 

A whole 15 inches long with big intimidating veins that covered the entirety of his cock and balls that were the size of twice of her fist. 

It was then that she knew that Rowan was simply made for fucking. 

"My husband is not even half that size and fatness." The woman almost choked on this realization. 

Since Rowan had grown so big, the woman also suspected he was probably faking his sleep now.

"Why aren't you moving, Rowan? Do you enjoy my hands on your cock that much?" The female intruder asked, her voice a sultry whisper in the dimly lit room.

Rowan shifted slightly, his breath catching as her touch continued. "Not at all," he murmured, his voice betraying a mix of disbelief and arousal. "It's just so hard to believe that the most powerful woman in Azure Dragon City, the City Lord's one and only wife, the Pill Queen herself, Lady Isabella Storm, is now here with me, doing this." His words hung in the air, mingling with the tension that crackled between them.

Lady Isabella's laughter was a soft melody, filled with amusement and a hint of something else. "You're amusing, Rowan," she said, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. "But dreams can feel real, can't they? Especially when reality offers something unexpected. Believe it, Rowan," Lady Isabella whispered, her voice low and husky. "Sometimes reality exceeds dreams." Her touch became more deliberate, each movement sending shivers down Rowan's spine.

It seemed that Isabella no longer cared about the consequences of her actions, knowing she could easily manipulate Rowan 12 hours later. She decided to savor the remaining hours of his free will, indulging in the company of the most handsome man in Azure Dragon City while she still could.