Chapter 23: Make Me Your Doll! (18+)
Instructor Lyra hissed and folded her arms across her chest, pumping her breasts upward. "I can’t stay here and listen to these sounds."
Her ass wobbled as she turned away from the guards. "Let him know I went to my place when he comes out."
Eve, the junior Battle Mage, nodded once. Her face reddened with pleasure as a loud moan escaped from the door of the tower, waving into her ears like a chime. ’Is he fking the lady?’
Heavy, wet slaps filled the tower as Levi hammered deep into Clara as if she was a prize for his victory in the public duel.
A burst of silver wind magic flickered harmlessly from Clara’s skin every time Levi’s thick head slammed against her cervix.
The translucent panel appeared before Levi’s eyes while warm sweat trailed thin lines from his forehead to his chin.
[Aether absorption active.]
[Extracting wind essence from Clara Fontaine.]
[Current Aether: 750... 790... 830...]
Levi licked his lips and blinked at Clara’s reddened ass, which had become a burial ground for his palm print. "You wanted to strip away my secrets, Clara."
He leaned down until his chest pressed against her bare back, then brushed his lips against her burning ears. "How does my secret feel inside you?"
Clara’s body twitched as she loosened her teeth’s grip on the pillow and shifted her fluffy, sweat-filled face toward Levi. "It’s..."
She closed her eyes hard when Levi gave her a single deep thrust. "It’s increddibbbbbble!"
She wailed and her head thrashed against the pillow, hitting her sixth climax.
Her wet, hot internal walls clamped down against Levi’s gigantic fourteen-and-a-half-inch penis, pulsing with an intense pressure that tried fighting against his stamina. "Fill me, Master!"
The bedsheet beneath her crumpled as she crawled her fingers on it. "Wipe away the Fontaine name! Make me your doll!"
The moment the system processed the completion of Clara’s submission, Levi’s eyes darkened. His waist turned into a turbine and began thrusting at an animalistic speed, making Clara speak in words that the first governors of Aethermoor had no meaning for.
A sharp groaning sound echoed as the first two stands of the bed bent inward, causing the bed to slant.
Levi grabbed Clara’s hip as her body jerked forward to escape, pulling her back hard against him. ’You aren’t going anywhere.’
With a deep, murderous thrust, Clara’s immune system stopped working. Her eyes widened as if popping out when Levi’s cock pushed her womb into the center of her stomach and released a massive boiling seed.
A loud, strangled gasp escaped Clara as her body regained its life. Her eyes rolled back into her head, absorbing the boiling seed that burned part of her intestine.
Her body convulsed for two full minutes before collapsing flat against the mattress and passing out.
Her p*ssy pulsed and reddened in a crooked shape as Levi pulled out slowly, dangling his cock to let the remains of his seed splash on her elevated ass. ’This is what you need. And I have delivered it without taking a single drop out.’
His vision hazed as he sat on the bed. Just as the chilled air of the night flashed across his face, he lay flat on his back and exhaled sharply.
"Wow, this is more than a marathon." Breezes escaped his mouth while he locked his gaze onto the ceiling of the chamber filled with the scent of love.
Darkness slowly crawled into the corners of his eyes as his heart began to calm. After two hours of a quick sleep, a loud bang shook the door, waking him up as the blue panel appeared before him.
[Aether Level: 890/1000.]
[Clara Fontaine’s Wind Core has been partially integrated into the Sovereign System.]
Levi yawned and stretched his hands. Standing up, he saw Clara still remained in her elevated ass position, her reddened p*ssy slowly changing color.
"Sleep for me, my doll."
A wet, skin-smacking sound echoed as Levi slapped his palms in a rhythmic order on both sides of Clara’s ass before leaving.
The reddened ass wobbled like sea waves, yet Clara didn’t wake up. Deep in her head, she saw herself enjoying the comfort of a life she will never have, playing in a cornfield with her and Levi’s children.
Levi pulled on his slightly wet, love-smelling trousers and jacket, letting the chilled air wave into the room before he walked out of the tower.
Eve gulped and shifted a blinking gaze from Levi to the third-in-command, but didn’t have the mouth to question him.
The guards just watched him with burning questions in their heads, completely forgetting to relay the information given to them by Lyra.
Levi walked out of the tower’s sight and vanished into the shadows of the alley. He whistled the moment he got to the front of the tower where his room was, then turned. "Wait, didn’t I go there with Lyra?"
He blinked repeatedly and raised his shoulders. "Well, maybe she couldn’t bear the sound so she left."
Whispers and gossip rippled through the streets of Aethermoor as the first morning light stretched through the crystal light in the sky.
In every tower and junction, Levi’s victory was the new talk of the day, completely overshadowing the new guest Aethermoor had gotten from their mother country, Chiraa, the land of the Saintess.
Senna Drae stood in the corner of an abandoned wine cellar beneath the tower closer to Levi’s, where no light touched.
Her dagger’s blade clicked continuously against the walls as she bounced it back and forth, keeping her gaze locked on the heavy iron door of Levi’s tower.
Her shoulder bone clicked as she took a step forward, seeing the pink leaves that had scattered at the front of the door swirling upward.
The door opened wider, and a six-foot figure draped in a dark cloak stepped outside, stopping directly in the swirling pink leaves.
She shifted her blue gaze straight toward the cellar Senna stood in and walked toward its slightly closed door.
Iron hinges groaned as she opened the door wider and stepped inside.
The rays of the crystal sky fell on Senna’s dagger blade while she moved forward, pointing the steel right toward the dark-cloaked figure.
The tips of the cloak danced beneath the figure, revealing her Battle Mage’s boots as air snaked into the fabric and raised its edges slightly.
Senna took a step and lowered her weapon the moment the cape of the cloak fell back. "You’re late..."