Chapter 69: — Mira Loves Her Brother's Cum.

Kael slowly withdrew from her, the friction ending. Realizing the session might be drawing to a close, Mira stopped her work on him.

She moved as if to stand up and clean herself, but her gaze snagged on a sight that held her frozen: a thick, pearlescent glob of Kael’s seed began to slide out of Ruby’s pussy, slowly dripping down and landing on the floor.

Mira gulped, her throat tight. It felt like such a waste to let his essence just puddle on the ground. Kael, catching the movement of her eyes and the way she swallowed, smirked with a predatory glint in his eyes.

“Mira, you can have it if you want,” he said, his voice dropping into a suggestive, low rumble. “I don’t think your sister would mind at all.”

Mira gave a quick, eager nod. She glanced toward Ruby, but her sister was still completely spaced out, her eyes unfocused and her body still shuddering from the lingering waves of her orgasm; she wasn’t in any condition to speak, let alone object.

Taking that as her cue, Mira scrambled down to the foot of the bed and pressed her face against Ruby’s slick, dripping cunt.

She didn’t hesitate. She began to suck and lick with fervor, eagerly collecting mouthfuls of Kael’s warm, creamy seed as it pooled in and around her sister’s opening.

Mira had been addicted to the taste of Kael’s cum ever since their mother had first shared it with her, and the illicit thrill of consuming it directly from Ruby’s body made the experience even more intoxicating.

She was utterly delighted, lapping up every drop she could reach.

Meanwhile, Ruby lay back, her mind completely shattered by the intensity of the session.

Kael had not just fucked her body; he had dismantled her composure and pushed her past her limits, leaving her in a blissful, catatonic daze.

Once Mira had cleaned Ruby’s pussy to her satisfaction, Kael leaned back, his own adrenaline finally beginning to ebb.

“Clean me up, Mira,” he Said.

Mira was more than happy to oblige. She moved back to him, her expression one of pure devotion.

She started at the base of his penis and worked her way up, her tongue rhythmic and thorough as she licked his skin clean of any remaining slick.

When she reached the head, she took him back into her mouth, greedily sucking out the last few traces of his come from his now-softening, limping cock until he was perfectly clean and she had savored every last bit of him.

“You did good, little sister,” Kael said, his voice dropping into a warm, approving tone as he reached out to pat her head.

Mira beamed at the contact, her face lighting up with a genuine, toothy smile that reached her eyes. “Thanks, brother.”

For a split second, Kael wasn’t sure he had heard her correctly. He blinked, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his face.

She actually knows how to say thank you, he thought, a silent chuckle bubbling up inside him. He decided to let it slide for now; he wasn’t about to break the rare, tender atmosphere she was trying to cultivate by teasing her.

Mira, seemingly realizing the openness of her own response, felt a rush of heat climb up her neck.

She quickly averted her gaze, her blush deepening, and scooted over to sit right beside him on the bed.

“We can rest for a bit,” Kael said, his voice regaining its calm, soft tone, “but we’ll need to clean our elder sister up afterward.”

Mira nodded, resting her head near his arm. “Hmm,” she hummed in agreement, content to just sit in the quiet aftermath of the session, waiting for Ruby to finally return to herself.

Within 15 minutes, the haze began to lift, and Ruby finally returned to her senses.

She blinked, looking down at herself to find that her breasts and inner thighs were completely clean, the remnants of their intense session wiped away with care.

A wave of warmth washed over her, and she looked up at her siblings with a soft, genuine smile.

“Thank you, both of you,” she whispered.

Kael and Mira exchanged a look before returning her smile, the tension of the earlier encounter now replaced by a quiet, shared intimacy.

“Alright, sis,” Kael said, standing up and smoothing his clothes. “I think I’m done here for today. Please allow me to leave now.”

Ruby’s expression fell, a shadow of genuine sadness crossing her features. Even though she knew he had a major commitment—the ceremony tomorrow—that required his attention, the thought of him walking out the door left her feeling hollow.

“When can I expect you back, little Kael?” she asked, her voice tinged with a longing she couldn’t quite mask.

Kael walked over to the edge of the bed and leaned down, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to her forehead. “Let me be done with tomorrow’s schedule,” he promised, his voice low and reassuring.

“Once that’s behind me, I believe I will be able to visit you much more frequently.”

Ruby felt a swell of relief at his words and nodded, trusting his promise implicitly. She watched him, feeling a new sense of anticipation for his next visit.

Kael turned to Mira and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as well. “Take good care of Sis, Mira. I believe in you.”

Mira flushed a deep, vibrant crimson, her eyes shining as she looked up at him. “Good luck for tomorrow, brother,” she whispered.

With both sisters’ well-wishes following him, Kael stepped out of the house and made his way back home, moving with a quick, purposeful stride.

Upon arriving, he let Amber know he had returned before immediately sequestering himself to begin his cultivation.

He lost himself in the process, entering a deep meditative state that lasted until the night. He only paused briefly to take a quick break for dinner, but as soon as he was finished, he dove right back into his mana cultivation.

As the hours ticked by, Kael felt the familiar, subtle hum of energy shifting within his core. He had always sensed that after every single session, his affinity for mana grew stronger.

While the progress was incremental—a tiny fraction of power gained each time—it was relentless and continuous.

Each cycle of breathing and absorption felt like he was slowly refining his very essence, paving the way for the power he would need for tomorrow’s ceremony.

Kael fell into a deep slumber earlier than usual, his body and mind weary from the day’s cultivation in preparation for the morning’s ceremony.

In the dead of night, the pendant at his chest began to pulse with a rhythmic, emerald light, dragging his consciousness away from the waking world.

When he opened his eyes, he was standing in the familiar, oppressive void of his own mind—a dark, infinite space that felt both empty and heavy with power.

Kael braced himself, his heart hammering against his ribs. He knew this space was the playground of the two entities residing within him: the lustful, chaotic “demoness” and the ancient, slumbering Dragoness.

He didn’t want another confrontation with the demoness; he wasn’t prepared to bleed his willpower fighting back its corruption again.

He closed his eyes for a split second, casting a silent hope into the darkness.

Let it be the dragoness, he thought.

As if his plea had been heard, the oppressive shadows shifted. A brilliant, emerald-green sigil etched itself into the air, burning brightly against the violet haze of his subconscious.

From the center of the light, a voice rolled out—deep, feminine, and vibrating with the weight of centuries.

“Yo, brat! You’re still alive, hahahaha! Good, good!”

The dragoness’s presence felt like a warm, searing hearth in the middle of a frozen wasteland.

Kael exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, the tension in his shoulders finally beginning to dissipate. He looked up at the shimmering mark, ready to hear what the ancient beast had to say.