Chapter 111 - - 111 - An Elven Heart’s Devotion and the Promise of a Safe Return [R18]

Chapter 111: Chapter - 111 - An Elven Heart’s Devotion and the Promise of a Safe Return [R18]

"What? You want to go to the Hollow of Ten Thousand Forms?" Aelene’s voice broke through the ambient noise of the gathering. It was slightly too loud, carrying an uncharacteristic edge that immediately drew attention.

Lucien and Besriel paused, turning toward the sound. Realizing the mood had shifted, they quickly closed the distance between them and the others to find out what had happened.

"Is there any problem?" Lucien asked, looking between them.

"Prince Rumil wants to go inside the Hollow of Ten Thousand Forms," Aelene said, her hands tightly clasped as she looked at her fiancé with obvious concern. "That place is far too dangerous."

Prince Rumil offered a reassuring smile, attempting to project steady confidence. "Listen, it is important for me to go inside. Doing so will significantly increase the morale of the other realm masters. Besides, if there is any threat, Axel and the other realm masters will be there to protect me, just like always. So don’t worry."

"But it could become very dangerous," Aelene countered, unpersuaded. "That dungeon is more than three centuries old. Who knows what has been breeding inside for all this time?"

"Lady Aelene is right, Prince Rumil," Lucien added, his tone measured. "It could prove to be extremely dangerous. On top of that, there are assassins who want you dead. Who knows what kind of opportunities they might find once we are inside the dungeon?"

Rumil turned to Lucien, his posture relaxing as he gestured toward him. "I trust you. I know you won’t let any harm befall me."

Aelene set her jaw, her resolve hardening. "Then I am going too."

Rumil frowned slightly, shaking his head. "Aelene, that could be dangerous for you."

"I know," she replied without hesitation. "But I also know that you and Axel will keep me safe. And I am certain you will need a medical realm master in a place like that."

Besriel stood quietly beside Lucien, her eyes fixed on the ground. She kept her lips pressed together, offering no input as the discussion continued around her.

Lucien took a small step forward, considering the political weight of the situation. "I think Lady Aelene is right. We should form our own core group to enter the dungeon. If everyone sees their future king and queen standing together on the front lines, it will boost their morale far more than anything else."

"Yeah, let’s do that," Rumil agreed, nodding with newfound enthusiasm. "I’ll gather a few more realm masters so the burden doesn’t fall entirely on us."

The trek back was silent. Besriel walked with her head down, her gaze tracking the quiet pavement beneath their feet. The night air was cool, brushing against a road that was now practically deserted. After Prince Rumil had consumed a bit too much alcohol, his personal bodyguards had escorted him back to his private chambers. Lady Aelene had departed for her own estate shortly after to begin preparations for the upcoming dungeon dive. Now, Lucien and Besriel were entirely alone.

They eventually reached her modest, unassuming house tucked away near the edge of the district. Lucien reached out his hand toward the door latch, but before he could push it open, Besriel reached forward and caught his wrist.

Before he could ask what was wrong, she stepped in close and wrapped her arms tightly around his torso from behind, resting her forehead against his back.

"Are you disappointed in me?" she whispered, her voice barely carrying in the quiet night.

Lucien paused, then slowly turned around within her grasp to face her directly. "Why would I be disappointed in you?"

Besriel looked up, her eyes wide and brimming with unspoken insecurity. "Because unlike Lady Aelene, I didn’t say I would go with you. She immediately prepared herself to stand by Prince Rumil, but I didn’t say anything at all... b-but there is a reason for that."

Lucien reached out, tenderly cupping her face in his hands. He leaned down slightly, bringing his gaze level with hers. "Besriel, I am not disappointed in you. I know why you didn’t offer to come. You want to stay and take care of your mother, and you were worried you would just become dead weight to us."

A soft shudder went through her shoulders. "Yes... I’m not a powerful healing realm master like Lady Aelene, and I’m not strong like you. Going inside would only create more problems than solutions."

"First of all, no—you would never be a burden to me," Lucien said firmly, his thumb gently smoothing over her cheekbone. "And second, I like you just as you are. Even if you had chosen to ask to come with me, I would have immediately rejected it. It’s an unknown, hostile place. I am just a traveler; if I die down there, there isn’t anyone left behind who depends on me. But you aren’t alone. You have your mother to look after."

Besriel gasped slightly, reaching up to cover his hand with hers. "Axel, don’t say something like that. You’ll come out alive, I know it. And I’ll be right here waiting for you."

Seeing the lingering shadow of gloom in her expression, Lucien decided to shift the mood entirely. His hand slid down from her face, tracing a slow line down her side before coming to rest on her rear. He gave it a firm, teasing squeeze.

"Besides," Lucien murmured, a low smirk touching his lips, "you looked incredible at the banquet tonight."

Besriel let out a soft breath, her cheeks flushing warm. "Ohh... Axel."

She leaned up, closing the remaining distance between them. Lucien didn’t pull back. Instead, he claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss just as they stepped across the threshold into the entrance of her home. The door pulled shut behind them, cutting off the quiet street outside.

The kiss deepened rapidly, the restraint of the evening evaporating instantly. Lucien used both hands to cup her hips and pull her tightly against his body, aligning her flesh against his own.

"Ahh, Axel..." Besriel let out a ragged, delicate sigh against his mouth.

The heat of her breath and the soft sounds vibrating from her throat hit him with immediate impact. Beneath his clothes, his body responded instantly, his length growing hard and heavy against her. Sensing the sudden rigid heat pressed against her lower abdomen, Besriel reached down, her fingers sliding over the fabric of his trousers to wrap around his swollen shape.

Lucien leaned close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Tell me... can you handle it?"

Besriel swallowed, her fingers tightening slightly around him through his clothes. "I don’t know... but I’ll make sure that I can handle this."

Before the thought fully registered, Lucien reached for the fastenings of her dress, pulling the fabric down in one swift motion. Her dress fell away, releasing her bare breasts. Lucien didn’t waste a second. He leaned down, his hands gripping her sides as his mouth clamped onto one plush peak, sucking hungrily like a starved beast.

Besriel gasped aloud, her hands flying to his hair. She gripped his head, pressing him closer to her chest to ensure he took as much as he wanted. Fueled by the overwhelming heat building between them, she reached for Lucien’s upper garments, stripping the fabric away to reveal his broad, sculpted torso.

Her lips traced a frantic path across his chest and down his abs. Reaching his waist, she unfastened his pants and pulled them down in a single movement. The moment he was freed, his heavy, fully erect shaft sprang forward, nearly brushing her face.

Besriel paused for a fraction of a second, her breath catching in her throat. She had caught glimpses of him while he was bathing before, but seeing it right in front of her face was entirely different. It was imposing—thick, throbbing, and laced with prominent veins.

Gathering her breath, she leaned forward and dragged her tongue slowly along the length of his shaft, coating him in heat before parting her lips. She took the bulbous head into her mouth, slowly working her way down until she had swallowed half his length. She began bobbing her head back and forth, her wet tongue swirling around his shaft with every slide.

Lucien groaned, feeling every stroke of her hot, wet tongue against his flesh. His mind registered the sensation clearly—the dual cultivation dynamics between an elf and a human were distinctly different from what he was accustomed to with human partners; her body was reacting to his energy, adapting to him instinctively. Besriel pushed herself harder, taking him deeper with every rhythm, fighting through her own reflexes until his tip nudged the back of her throat.

Unable to hold back, Lucien reached down, taking her by the shoulders and pulling her up. He pressed her against the wall, sinking his lips into the crook of her neck before shifting to nip tenderly at her long, sensitive elven ears. She gasped, a shiver running down her spine. Apart from a thin, sheer piece of undergarment hiding her softest center, she was entirely bare.

Without breaking the rhythm of their breathing, Lucien scooped her up into his arms. Besriel wrapped her arms around his neck, looking up into his eyes as he carried her down the small hallway. He pushed open the door to her bedroom and stepped inside toward the edge of the mattress.

He laid her down on the soft bed and immediately hovered over her, capturing her mouth in another deep, fiery kiss. He trailed his lips back down to her ear, lightly catching the soft cartilage between his teeth.

"Tonight," Lucien whispered, his voice dark and rough, "I’ll see just how deep an elven core really goes."

The words triggered an instant reaction in her. Besriel pulled his face back down to hers, kissing him like a wild creature, her tongue searching his with desperate intensity. Lucien shifted his weight, turning her onto her stomach. He reached out and snagged the remaining piece of delicate fabric covering her hips, tearing it away to expose her round, bare rear to the dim light of the room.

He landed a sharp, stingingly firm slap across her soft cheek, causing her to let out a high gasp. Lucien lowered his body over hers, his heavy, rigid shaft pressing directly against the cleft of her cheeks, sliding between them as he leaned down to kiss her temple, her cheek, and her jawline. Beneath them, his erect length brushed tantalizingly close to her dripping center.

"Where do you want it first?" Lucien asked, his breath heavy against her cheek. "My essence."

Besriel turned her head back toward him, a knowing, unrestrained smile breaking across her flushed face. The initial shyness was completely gone, replaced by pure, burning desire. "In my mouth."

Lucien shifted, rising to his knees at the edge of the bed. He reached out and cupped the back of her head, guiding her face toward him. Besriel parted her lips willingly, taking his swollen head back inside. She pulled him in deep, accommodating his thick width until his tip breached her throat once more. She sucked with eager, desperate rhythm, her throat muscles relaxing and adapting to his imposing size as if she had never tasted anything better.

Satisfied, Lucien pulled back and crawled fully onto the bed. He pinned both of her wrists above her head, leaning down to cover every inch of her skin in hot kisses—her neck, her chest, her ribs, and her lower abdomen. As his mouth worked over her sensitive breasts, his pelvis pressed down, the thick head of his shaft resting squarely against her swollen, drenched entrance.

He shifted his grip, grasping her knees and pushing her legs wide open, exposing her completely to his view. He aligned his shaft directly against her core, looking down into her hazy, dilated eyes.

"If it’s painful, tell me," Lucien warned softly.

He braced himself and drove forward. Halfway in, his tip encountered a firm, barrier-like resistance deep within her passageway—the natural, intact internal seal of her elven biology. Without hesitating, Lucien exerted a firm thrust, snapping the barrier instantly and plunging the full length of his shaft deep inside her.

Besriel let out a sharp cry, her face twisting in a sudden mix of intense pain and overwhelming fullness. Lucien immediately leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, soothing kiss as he murmured directly against her ear, "I’m going to make love to you now."

He paused for a brief second to let her adjust, then began a slow, deliberate retreat before driving smoothly back inside. The tight, burning pain on Besriel’s face vanished, instantly dissolving into an expression of intense pleasure.

"Ahh... Axel..." she gasped, her hands clinging tightly to his shoulders. "I love you... I love you..."

Lucien increased the force of his thrusts, though his speed remained controlled due to the incredible tightness of her passageway. Her inner walls clamped down onto his shaft with a vise-like grip, resisting his movement while simultaneously drowning him in warm, slippery Yin energy. Fluid poured out from her core, lubricating his movements. Within minutes, her body began to stretch and reshape itself around his formidable shape, accepting every inch of his length.

Lucien reached down, gripping her breasts firmly as he ruthlessly stroked in and out of her core. Seeking a deeper angle, he pulled back and flipped her over onto her knees, forcing her chest down onto the mattress while her hips remained elevated toward him.

He aligned himself and buried his entire length back inside her from behind. Reaching forward, he gathered a fistful of her long, beautiful hair, pulling her head back as he drove himself deeper than before, fully spreading her internal core open. He reached around to cup her jaw, pulling her face back to capture her tongue in a deep, chaotic kiss as he felt the sudden build-up of his own essence approaching its peak.

"Where do you want it, my favorite elf?" Lucien growled against her lips, his movements growing faster and heavier.

"INSIDE!" Besriel cried out, her head thrown back in pure ecstasy. "Everything yours... belongs inside me! Ahhhh!"

Lucien tightened his grip on her hair, holding her in place as his thrusts sped up to a punishing, near-inhuman rhythm. He drove himself into her to the absolute limit, anchoring his hips tightly against her rear as he burst, pumping heavy streams of his hot essence deep into the innermost depths of her elven core.

Besriel gasped, her body convulsing violently as her own core erupted simultaneously, spilling her sweet, refined Yin essence to mix thoroughly with his seed.

Lucien remained locked inside her for several long moments, continuing to pump every last drop of his essence deep into her womb. When he finally withdrew his lingering shaft, a thick mixture of their combined essences dripped down her inner thighs.

He collapsed onto his side beside her, completely spent. Besriel immediately rolled over, pulling herself close against his chest. They wrapped their arms around each other in the quiet room, holding one another tightly as their heavy breathing slowed, eventually surrendering to a deep sleep to prepare for the uncertain day ahead.