Chapter 93: Just a little more (M)

The continuous, wet, slick sounds from below made Lucien’s heart hammer against his ribs. The rhythm between their legs accelerated. Zephyr’s grip on Lucien’s hand tightened, forcing him to keep pace as the friction built into something unbearable.

Lucien was already sensitive from his earlier climax. Soon, he arched his back, his toes curling inside his shoes as another wave of release tore through him. He even accidentally bit down on the fingers tangled with his tongue, a hoarse cry ripping from his throat as his entire frame shuddered violently in Zephyr’s arms.

Zephyr hissed at the pain around his fingers, his jaw tightening as he finally withdrew them. But he didn’t stop his movements. Lucien’s voice broke, a strangled plea dissolving into a sob of pure sensation.

"Zephyr—"

Zephyr leaned in to lightly bite his lips, muttering hoarsely between breaths.

"Just a little more."

And then he forced the pace between their legs to a fever pitch. Lucien’s fingers dug deeper into Zephyr’s shoulders, his nails catching against the skin, as the world narrowed down to the point where their bodies met. Just seconds later, he heard a low growl escape Zephyr’s throat—a sound that sent a jolt of electricity straight through Lucien’s trembling, oversensitive body.

Lucien’s world dissolved into a blur of white heat and sound as his hand filled with thick white liquid that trickled down the gaps between their fingers. There was so much of it, and it was so hot, mixing with his own cum. Lucien couldn’t contain it, and another broken sob tore from his throat.

As the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed, leaving them both breathless and spent, Zephyr didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed his lips closer to Lucien’s parted, gasping mouth, nibbling and sucking at his tongue to soothe him. Lucien was dizzy, unable to keep up with the rhythm. It was too fast—so fast that he couldn’t grasp what was happening, only surrendering to the man holding him.

Suddenly, Lucien felt a cold touch on his buttocks and shuddered as he realized with a start that Zephyr’s fingers—the very same ones that had been tangled with his tongue moments before—had found the entrance to his hole, lightly tracing the rim. Zephyr’s other hand, still slick with their release, squeezed and kneaded his asscheek.

As if struck by lightning, Lucien’s mind went completely blank. Overwhelmed by the sudden panic rising in his chest, his senses overloaded, and his eyes rolled back. And then, he lost consciousness, his body going limp in the arms of the person holding him.

Zephyr paused, and after trailing one last wet kiss against Lucien’s lips, he slowly pulled back, letting Lucien’s face fall and rest in the crook of his neck. His breathing was heavy and uneven. Even his cool body had heated up, the warmth of his skin radiating against Lucien’s flushed body.

He took a moment to calm his breathing and regain control of his racing heartbeat. Then, he let out a raspy chuckle against the neck of the person in his arms. He was never going to go all the way with Lucien—not in this place, and certainly not without proper preparation. After all, he knew that, unlike women, men on the receiving end often experienced some discomfort the first time. Although he had no experience, he had seen and heard many things in the prison. It’s just that he couldn’t control himself. He wanted to touch and knead his entire body; however, it seemed he had ended up scaring the person in his arms.

With a soft, amused sigh, Zephyr squeezed the soft, rounded flesh of the asscheek in his palm a few more times. Feeling content, he held Lucien securely with one arm and reached for his shirt with his free hand. The shirt was already ripped open at the top, and Zephyr easily undid the remaining buttons before slowly slipping his hands out of it, revealing his perfectly proportioned upper body. His broad shoulders and defined muscles were accentuated by the dim light within the chamber, giving him an effortlessly striking appearance. What was particularly attention-grabbing, however, was the deep red finger marks left across his right shoulder, along with several scratches—clear evidence of how tightly and forcefully Lucien had gripped him earlier.

Using the shirt, Zephyr first wiped his hands before cleaning both his body and Lucien’s as thoroughly as he could manage. After fastening the zipper of his pants, he helped pull Lucien’s pants and briefs back into place as well. While doing so, he also used his healing skill to purge any lingering effects of the fruits from Lucien’s body. The process also helped ease the exhaustion weighing on Lucien’s body. Once he finished, Zephyr noticed that Lucien’s breathing had completely calmed, and he even nuzzled comfortably into Zephyr’s arms.

Patting Lucien’s back lightly with a pleased expression, Zephyr placed the shirt in his hand on the ground opposite him after using his Psychokinesis skill to clear the area of anything sharp. Although the shirt was dirty, he didn’t have any other option for now. Then, he gently laid Lucien down on top of the shirt, only for the latter to wrinkle his brows and curl up slightly in his sleep at the sudden loss of the body he had been clinging to. Zephyr didn’t see that. If he had, he would have immediately reached out and let Lucien continue clinging to him.

Zephyr stood up and rolled his shoulder blades, feeling the chill of the chamber against his skin. Thinking about their current situation, he realized he would have to find some new clothes for both himself and Lucien. They couldn’t stay in their current clothes for long after everything that had happened earlier.

But before Zephyr could leave the chamber and leave Lucien alone, he had to make sure there was nothing dangerous lurking nearby that could harm him in his absence.

The next second, his Psychokinesis skill spread outward, thoroughly sweeping through the entire underground chamber. He detected no signs of mana or the presence of any living beings, except for the mana radiating from the fist-sized spherical core quietly floating before him—the one Lucien had left behind.

Lucien had only taken one of the two floating cores in the chamber, and it had vanished into his body after he picked it up.

Zephyr glanced toward the place where he had laid Lucien down and wondered curiously.

"How did he know there were things like this here? Regardless, if he didn’t take both, that means he either only wanted one, or perhaps the remaining one is dangerous. Should I take the remaining one?"

For a moment, Zephyr hesitated. He even picked up the sleeping Lucien and moved him farther away before using his Rebound Dome skill to create a shield around him, ensuring that Lucien wouldn’t be affected if the core suddenly released something unexpected.

Only then did Zephyr return and reach out toward the remaining core floating among the massive skeletal remains.

The moment his fingers touched it, a gloomy golden slit pupil, as though belonging to a beast that had been dormant for countless years, suddenly snapped open within its dark surface. There was nothing but violence and killing intent in that eye.

Then, bold, blood-red letters of warning appeared above the core, ordering whoever had dared to awaken it to leave immediately if they wished to live. After all, it could see that they had already taken the blue core left behind within its remains. Taking the second one was nothing more than pure greed.

But Zephyr couldn’t see those letters.

If the dormant consciousness that had just awakened and tried to warn him had known that he couldn’t even see its warning, it probably would have coughed up blood.

Without hesitation, Zephyr wrapped his fingers around the core. It trembled violently in his palm.

Immediately, all the coldness within the chamber seemed to solidify into countless narrow, razor-sharp icicles. They swallowed the dim light in the chamber, plunging the entire place into darkness. A moment later, the icicles shot toward Zephyr with frightening speed, intending to impale his body.

Sensing the sudden movement, Zephyr’s eyes dilated. He instinctively used his mana and Psychokinesis skill to form a barrier around himself, sighing in relief when it easily stopped the incoming attack.

The furious golden slit pupil staring at him from within the core was utterly dumbfounded.

Before it could react, the dark core in Zephyr’s palm began to melt, its energy merging directly into his body. The fragment of the dead beast’s consciousness within the core spilled out in the shape of a massive dragon, desperately attempting to attack Zephyr in a last-ditch effort to maintain its dignity as the strongest of its race.

Yet, even as it attacked this greedy, human-looking creature that gave off such a weak, pathetic aura but had somehow blocked its earlier attack so effortlessly, it couldn’t even leave so much as a scratch.

The dragon consciousness froze in shock, able only to watch as the core completely melted between Zephyr’s fingers while the human closed his eyes to accept its power.

If it had known what Zephyr was thinking at that moment, it probably would have been driven even more insane.

’Good thing I moved Lucien away earlier.’