'Wa–, u-'
'Wak–, up–'
'WAKE UP!'
Vairon's eyes opened with a snap, in his panic he tried to lift his body from the ground, but a sharp pain from his soul quickly shut that reflex down. With a sharp inhale, all the pain receptors in his body began to wake up one after another as his body felt like it was falling apart. A heaviness on his chest that kept him from breathing properly.
Laying back down he observed his surroundings only to find that he was in a dilapidated room of some sort. Confusion filled his mind before the sound of steady, labored breathing reached his ears.
Ignoring the pain shooting through his body, he slightly raised his head to see the source of the heaviness on his chest. Strains of silver hair tickled his nose as he peered down on a sight that udderly baffled him.
Kaelira was laying her head on his chest, while the rest of her pillowy body was wrapped around his body like an octopus that wouldn't let go. Her large, very generous mountains pressed tightly to his bandaged chest while his hand rested on her plump rear.
Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed out, a drying stain on the bandages the only evidence that she had been drooling. Her brows were tightly knit, as if she were in deep thought made her look harmless and incredibly seductive.
Having never experienced such a situation, Vairon was shocked stiff, his body going rigid as he turned his head away. But this motion unintentionally led to his hand tightening around the globe of flesh resting upon it.
'S-Soft! Is this what a cloud feels like!?'
Before his mind could wander, Kaelira shifted more of her weight onto his body, muttering something unintelligible about an ass.
'What does a donkey have to do with anything? This woman surely was dropped quite a generous amount of times as an infant.'
As if hearing his inner thoughts. Her arm that was now draped over his neck, coiled around his neck like a vice and grew tighter, as if to squeeze the life out of him. Only when he mentally apologized profusely did her arm loosen and relent.
Breathing a sigh of relief at once again escaping death. He began to try to piece together what happened in the events leading up to his fainting. Trying to recall the course of events earned him a mighty fine headache, the only details he could recall being the words Ardamesh had spoken to him.
'Denying what we are huh? But how can I believe that is who I truly am…'
As his frustration began to build, the quiet, calming scent of lilacs overwhelmed his senses. Looking down at his chest once again, he saw Kaelira wearing a goofy, unguarded smile as if experiencing some pleasant dream.
The edges of his lips began to lift into a helpless smile as the wetness on his chest from her drool began to accumulate again.
"Mmm…idiot…don't think you…can tempt me because you have a….nice ass."
His brows twitched as he chuckled faintly, feeling his body truly begin to relax under the subtle warmth of the moment. As Vairon closed his eyes to rest, he felt movement below his waist growing dangerously close to his closest "confidante".
'What…the…HELLLLL!'
A wave of utter terror gripped him as he once more whipped his head up fast enough to snap his head clean off his shoulders. The sight before him caused his face to pale instantly. Looking on to the source of the danger, he saw a lithe, daintily hand trace his exposed firm abs on a downward path to his greatest general.
'T-This perverted demoness! W-What is h-her goal!? To stripe me of any dignity!? No, no, calm down. Let's just wake her up! YES! Wake her up and save my chastity from this roguish woman!'
Before he could utter a single word to rouse Kaelira from whatever perverted fantasy land she was currently inhabiting, a shiver great enough to cause his soul to quiver ripped through his body as her hand reached his lower abdominal region.
'OKAY, OKAY NOW WE PANIC! WHAT DO I DO? SCREAM? RUN!? NO, I AM NO COWARD! I WON'T BE LED BY THE NOSE BY THIS CRAZY WOMAN! If she wants it I–NO YOU STUPID BASTARD, PERISH THE THOUGHT!'
As his mind was broiling in its own hurricane of conflicting thoughts. Kaelira's hand had reached the hem of his pants. Now standing at the base of a towering mountain that seemed intent on piercing the very heavens with its overwhelming might.
"Hmmmm…cold. Need warmth…"
'WELL YOUR ABOUT TO REACH A FUCKING VOLCANO LADY IF YOU DON'T SETTLE DOWN!!'
As Kaelira continued her journey forward into the dark, warm vent of this raging volcano. Vairon finally gathered the strength of his free arm and clasped his hand around her wrist, halting her brave advance into the boiling depths.
'S-SAFEE…'
Just as he let out a breath of relief, his face now drenched in sweat, relaxed as a weary smile touched his lips. That is until, undeterred by the beast halting her conquest of this forbidden dungeon, the brave warrior (Kaelira's cold hand) leapt forward with renewed vigor and clasped the source of its great desire.
For a moment, the surroundings fell into a deep silence as the stars above seemed to shine just a hint brighter. Vairon's face was frozen in mortification, his jaw seemingly unhinged as it hung slack in a wide "O" of shock.
Still gripping tightly to the now raging pillar Kaelira, the grand orchestrator of this brave warrior furrowed her brow at the scorching heat held in her soft hands. Her eyes began to flutter open in dreary confusion as she rose from her comfortable mattress, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Blinking her eyes a few times, she turned her gaze down to the brave warrior in confusion. In her delirious state, she could not understand what she was grasping, but the thickness and hardness of the object gave her pause. Curious of the comforting warmth she found herself grasping.
Her soft, cloudlike hand, still gripping the pole like object, began to make slow, exploratory motions up and down. Unconsciously tracing the bulging, angry vein of the pole with her thumb.
"Ughh…"
Startled by the raspy groan from the man beside her. The haze over her mind clearly instantly as she whipped her head to face him, only to be met with a sight that worried her to the point that any leftover haze was instantly annihilated.
"A-Are you okay? Does anything hurt!?"
Quickly checking his body for any signs of discomfort, her eyes finally rested on his face. His forehead was matted in sweat, his cheeks flushed red as if blood was pooling beneath the surface of his skin, and his breath labored, as he took deep heavy breaths.
Noticing his strange state, she was just about to voice her question again before the movements of her hand began to draw her attention. Confused, she began to turn her head towards her hand before she froze.
Her eyes nearly popped from their sockets as she finally took in the depravity her hand was tangled in. Her mouth hung open as it opened and closed as if struggling to form words, as her mind also seemed to suffer a similar reboot.
"D-Do you think you can stop moving y-your hand? I don't think I can handle much more of this!"
A shiver traveled up Kaelira's spine as his deep voice, laden with a husk she was unprepared for, entered her ears. She quickly removed her hand as if burned by the most unholy of fires, the warmth lingering for longer than she would have liked. Her heart raced, her mind scrambling to find some sort of excuse as her throat bobbed, swallowing copious amounts of saliva from her moistened throat.
As she snook a glance at his face, their eyes met and stayed locked on each other as their heavy breathing filled the quiet room. A room that's temperature seemed to have been dialed up to 11 on the heat scale.
As the silence persisted, Kaelira's mind finally seemed to find the most appropriate, accura-
"For a scholar, you certainly carry an impressive ruler."
"..."
"..."
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"DAMNNIT! THESE USELESS PIECES OF TRASH! WHY IS NOTHING GOING MY WAY!?"
Sylas Karth has led a life of the grandest luxury. He was the oldest son of his father, the Karth Clan Head. Set to inherit and wield the vast wealth and influence of the Karth Clan. One of the most powerful factions of the eastern realm.
He had the reputation of a charming, saintly genius. Seen as the dream lover of thousands of young maidens, and the inspiration of countless young boys. He never had to struggle for anything in his life.
But all of that seemed to change, once that emotionless bookworm began to garner attention. At 30 years old, Sylas was seen as a genius that appears once in a millennia. Reaching the Core Perfection stage of the Core Formation realm at such an age propelled him to pinnacle of fame and renown.
But that bastard, Vairon Aetherion had reached the Core Completion stage of the Core Formation realm at the age of 20! Clearly the bastard was trying to undermine him, to usurp his throne as the greatest genius of their realm.
As his feelings of inferiority began to fester, lessening due to Vairon's reputation of being an unapproachable stone wall, he saw her for the first time. Kaelira Aenwyn, one of the ten supreme beauties, and the woman destined to be his. He ignored the standoffish fool and began to pursue her with all his might.
Lavishing her with every manner of gift, from the most beautiful and luxurious gems and jewelry. To rare heavenly treasures and sacred spiritual herbs, he spared no expense to appeal to the icy beauty. But she ignored him, never giving him a single side-long glance.
He was treated the same as air. He had destroyed his room and defiled many a maid to vent his hatred and anger due to this. But seeing her treat every man who attempted to draw close to her in the same manner, his wounded pride healed slightly.
Until one day, when he had followed her to an inn of the city before the secret realm. He caught that vile, cheating whore staring at that bastard Aetherion! Him again. Always interfering, always stealing the things that belong to him.
So from that moment, he decided to kill the Aetherion whelp. Ridding himself of a nuisance that had outlived its necessity. But even with his most loyal followers and a group of geniuses outside their realm supporting him as well, the bastard just wouldn't die.
Now here he was, fleeing like a stray dog. His pride torn to shreds, his beautiful face maimed. And his useless dogs butchered by that unholy beast.
"DAMMNITTT! AETHERION, I'LL KILL YOU! KILL YOU! KILL YOU! KILL YOU! KILL YOUUUUU!!"
As his mind began to sink further into the depths of madness, he failed to notice the visitor observing him. In the dense trees behind him, a mass of darkness formed. A single green eye, filled with venomous cunning stared at him.
Watching.
Calculating.