Chapter 69: Chapter 69

** Warning: This chapter contain details that are sexual in nature, which may not be suitable for all readers. Please make sure that you are above 18 years old when you read this.**

Langrion unfastened the cape in his back and laid it against the ground.

“W-what are you doing?” Shia said. Her heart was beating faster in her chest. What on earth was Langrion thinking of doing here, of all places?

Langrion stroked the top of Shia’s head and moved his lips closer towards Shia’s left ear.

“Let me prove to you that I love you, Shia. Let me show that I love you until your heart is content...”

Even without hearing Shia’s answer, Langrion had already started to kiss the length of her neck gently. The kisses travelled down to her clavicle and into her left shoulder. He lingered at her skin a little bit more intensely, leaving a slight red mark at the back of Shia’s neck. Her insides began to tighten into knots. She was so nervous, she wanted to faint.

Without a thought, Shia waved her hands and mentally instructed the shrubs to create a soft bed of leaves underneath Langrion’s cape. She made the trees bend down, enabling their canopies to conceal them effectively.

Langrion laid her down gently in the makeshift bed of vines. He continued to kiss her lips and twirl his hands against her long, silver waves that had long been newly-freed from the pins that held them earlier that day. The strands of hair felt soft and sultry against Langrion’s skin, making him want to hold them more and more. He never wanted to let her go again even for a second.

After kissing Shia for a long time, Langrion asked quietly, “Will you let me undress you?”

Shia turned bright red as she nodded. Her heart thumbed wildly in her chest as she turned her body away from Langrion and exposed her back to him.

Langrey stared at the numerous buttons of Shia’s wedding dress. The dress only fell up until her knees, having been cut by a sword earlier. He tried to remove the buttons as carefully as he could, but some of them had already popped away from his hands when he tried to open the dress at a faster rate.

At long last, the final button of Shia’s dress came away (or rather fell away from his agitated digits), and Langrion fluidly slid his hands at her bare back. His heart ached greatly as he touched her. His dreams of being as close as this to her again was what kept him going when he was in prison. He had missed her since the last time they have been together. Back then, he thought he wouldn’t live to see this day come true once more.

Shia gasped as his palm came in contact with her skin. It was a cold night, but Langrion’s hand was so warm, it felt really good to be touched by him.

Feeling much aggrieved by the numerous buttons of Shia’s dress and remembering his deep longing for her, Langrey’s kisses became even more urgent, more forceful. He quickly removed Shia’s arms away from the cuffs of her dress. He started to trail his lips to her neck and her almost luminous back. All the while, his hands travelled in front of her body, passionately caressing her skin until they found way down her nether regions.

Surprised by his sudden passion, Shia gasped. Langrion’s hand had become more and more playful by the minute. He stroked her around the places that made her feel highly elated. Why does it seem that he was really eager to please her?

His fingers treaded gently and slowly at first, and then they became fiercer and fiercer. He enjoyed the feeling of being able to heighten her senses like this and hearing her voice sultry voice. The sound of his name from her lips was music to his ears.

“Do you like this, love?... Are you enjoying this?” He said, panting heavily against her ears. Shia could only moan more as he asked here these questions, fueling Langrey’s to touch her more intensely.

When he had played enough with his hands, he started to pull her dress completely away from her body. He delicately stroked her legs and began to rain tender kisses on them. The rough feeling of Langrion’s beard tickled Shia’s skin, producing a new and thrilling sensation. Her consciousness felt like it would burst from ecstasy any minute now. His lips travelled to the length of her legs, extending and bending them gracefully, making it look as if she would fly about through her feet at any moment.

Finally, he rested his head in between her inner thighs. He wanted to give her all the pleasures of the world. He stroked and kissed her softly about, endlessly looking for the place that would elicit the most pleasurable sensations from her. Once he was sure that he had hit that tender spot, he took advantage of it by running his tongue against it.

As his mouth travelled through her body, it would sometimes slip in between her womanhood, which made them both wildly euphoric. Shia felt roughly embarrassed by Langrion’s sensual actions. She tried to look for something to cover her face, but there was none. She just resigned by covering her eyes with the back of her arm as unrestrained moans of varying tones continued to escape her lips.

He called her name numerous times as he kissed her.

“Shia! Shia!”

His breath heaved in a lot air and his voice vibrated pleasurably against her from below. Shia bathed in his oneness with her. She didn’t want it to end.

Shia’s eyes couldn’t see anything clearly at this point. Her eyelids were fluttering wildly in her head, and she was only lost into the land of ecstasy.

Finally unable to take in the amount of their overwhelming desires for each other, Shia’s body arched forward, and with a long, shrill scream, her body tensed for a few second until they softened up to weariness, signalling that she had finally reached the peak of delight.

Seeing her relax, Langrion moved closer to Shia’s face and kissed her tenderly by the cheeks. He continued to gently grope her body, resting his fingers on the sensitive parts near her heart.

“It’s only for you that I will do all these things, Shia... Let me always be with you... Rely on me from now on...”

Shia nodded and moved her lips closer to Langrion, kissing him more passionately than ever. They continued with these exercises of kissing, groping, and passionately caressing each other until the earliest hour of the morning.

Shia knew from before how intense lovemaking with Langrey could be for he loved her, and she loved him, and for that brief period of time, all that existed in their world were each other.

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In an undisclosed location near the Capitol, Sirion de Luca, also called by his other consciousness as ‘The Tainted One,’ sat in a dark study, brooding intensely at what had gone wrong during the day.

He had lost Freya on a skirmish that morning, and Danterion was fuming inside their shared body.

“It doesn’t matter. She is still with your twin, enjoying herself immensely...” the Ancient One replied.

True enough, he could feel her with him, lost in the delirium of physical pleasure. It did not matter to him even a bit. That boy was, after all, his own spawn, but his grasp in his soul was not as strong as that on this prince he was presently sharing consciousness with.

Sirion did not know why, but that other prince sometimes defied his powers. Perhaps it had something to do with Freya’s power rubbing into him, or it was the result of the traitor Galahad’s magic. The least and most unlikely possibility was that the puny human was resisting him. If that was really the case, he wouldn’t last long. He would soon spend his life energy struggling for control and die, just like all humans do.

“But how can you bear her being united with him? Didn’t you know her feelings for him run deep?” Danterion said, his words seething with rage that it made Sirion quite amused.

“Of course I do. My deary had always fallen for me. That magnetic pull that she feels towards him is because of my presence. She will fall to my arms eventually, so I don’t need to worry.”

Danterion’s heart tightened slightly, and Sirion smiled. His guess was right.

“Is it perhaps because you yourself had already fallen for Freya? Can you not bear that she is together with your brother right now?”

Danterion did not speak inside his head, but his spirit quivered in rage.

Suddenly, their ruminations were broken by the voice of one of his charges.

“Your Darkness, Hadrian Veed is here. Shall I ask him to come in?” Gilyan said, his ash-colored hair tumbling over as he made a deep bow.

“Very well,” he agreed.

Hadrian Veed’s haggard face reached the floor as soon as he entered, his lips trembling as he spoke. “My Lord, forgive me!”

“Why must I do that, Hadrian? You failed to kill that child yet again in his cell and in the void. Why must I forgive you this time?”

He started to sob, utterly afraid of his life. “He was with a mage, My Lord! The mage was competent enough that he was able to return the void to its original form!”

Indeed, that two-faced Galahad had ruined his plan! If that other prince did not enter the void, Hadrian would no doubt be able to kill him given the extent of powers he had given to him. He mustn’t be too hard on this human. However, seeing him beg for his life like this made Sirion want to toy with him a little bit more.

“Your excuses are endless. What do you propose to do? I still need to get my bride from that boy, you know...”

“I understand, Your Darkness. I will go ahead and intercept them. I’ll make sure to get the girl and kill that A-grade this time!”

Slowly, Sirion tilted Hadrian’s head towards him with the tip of his boots. “What use are you now to me, Hadrian? I have so many cursed ones under my wing now. They are a thousand times more powerful than you are; you know that since you gave them to me, right?”

“My Lord, no one could follow him as accurately as I. I am a hound after all, ready to do my master’s bidding.”

That’s right. Sirion had cursed this puny man to become a hound when he had failed him last time... It’s better to utilize his talents now that on another time...

“Alright, then; be swift. The second phase of our plan is about to begin. My bride must be already by my side, understood?”

Hadrian nodded vigorously, kissing the ends of Sirion’s shoes before he stood and left.

That’s right. The next stage is about to commence. He is about to ascend to his throne. He cannot bear to let her rightful queen play around with another man, even if that other man was a mere extension of himself...

Danterion stirred excitedly as he sensed these thoughts in Sirion.

“Do you mean to say that Shia will be ours?”

He laughed softly. “Shia, Freya – whatever name she may take - she will always be ours!”

For the first time, the two independent consciousness within the prince’s body laughed delightedly in unison. It was only the little boy who shuddered in fright.

Now, the only thing left to happen was for the old man to finally vanish, so he could take his position formally. Sirion knew that the old fool would call for him soon, and that will be perfect! He knew of a good way to finally destroy that man.

He laughed softly in excitement. He really cannot wait...