Chapter 133 - - 133 - Secrets Buried Deep [R18]

Chapter 133: Chapter - 133 - Secrets Buried Deep [R18]

A few days had passed, and the heavy dust of chaos across the realm had finally settled down. Among everyone in the royal city, Erion and Elaria were undoubtedly the happiest, having finally secured their long-awaited retribution against Prince Rumil.

To mark the momentous turning point, Princess Lysandra hosted a grand banquet inside the central palace. Nominally, the celebration was held because Lysandra had been officially recognized and chosen as the future ruler of Azurefall. Beneath the surface, however, many of the nobles and guests in attendance quietly treated the gathering as a hidden celebration for the death of Prince Rumil.

The spacious hall bustled with influential figures. Princess Verna was present, along with Norrik, Anne, Lucien, Erion, Elaria, and their mother. Lysandra sat near the head of the main table, thoroughly joyful and drinking as much fine wine as she could hold. Across the room, Elaria and Zyrelle sat side by side, sharing drinks and laughing together. A short distance away, Princess Verna looked on with a faint touch of lingering melancholy—though only a little—while Norrik stayed right beside her, attentively taking care of her every need.

The sudden death of Prince Rumil was a monumental event, one destined to fundamentally alter the future trajectory of Azurefall. Unlike her late brother, Princess Lysandra was a capable and sharp leader who truly possessed the mind to rule the empire effectively. Yet, despite the gravity of the shift, Lucien did not give a single damn about the political fate of Azurefall.

During his time within the empire, Lucien had secured countless resources, information, and power. But his most vital, irreplaceable treasure remained Elyra, who still lay sound asleep within her shimmering crystal matrix. Lucien intended to wake her up only after he returned home to Valtheria. Even now, as he sat quietly amidst the noise of the banquet, his mind was busy calculating his next moves. He took a slow sip of his favorite dark red wine while beautiful maidens and personal servants catered to his every whim, pouring fresh wine into his cup. Sitting right next to him at the head of the hall was Princess Lysandra herself.

"So, Lucien... how about you come and live here permanently?" Lysandra asked, leaning in close with a captivating smile. "I’ll make sure that you never lack a single luxury or necessity. Heck, I could even grant you direct rule over several whole provinces in Azurefall." She leaned even closer, her voice dropping into a tantalizing whisper. "And who knows... if I end up marrying you, you could even rule all of Azurefall right by my side."

Lucien took another calm sip of his wine before replying smoothly. "Maybe... but for now, I have to settle a few other matters before I could even begin to think about marriage."

"Aww, come on," Lysandra teased, swirling her glass. "Don’t you want to marry the future ruler of Azurefall? Just think about the benefits. I’m beautiful, powerful, and we can walk hand in hand at the absolute top of the world." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

Lucien remained silent for a few moments, lost in thought as he drank. What did he actually think about concepts like marriage? Was it truly necessary? Would it make him stronger, or would it merely create an unnecessary weakness for his enemies to exploit? The questions were infinite. Above all else, Lucien despised having vulnerabilities. Yet, from a purely strategic standpoint, a political marriage made expanding his influence far easier—especially when it came bundled with a title as grand as the sovereign consort of Azurefall.

From across the grand hall, Aelene observed the interaction from afar, standing beside Anne and Aelvera, with Besriel close by. Besriel harbored a deep, genuine affection for Lucien in her heart. Anne shared a powerful bond of dual cultivation with him, thoroughly enjoying every moment they spent together while relying on his strength to complete her personal vengeance against Prince Andrin. Even so, watching Lucien sit so closely beside Princess Lysandra sparked a tiny, subtle pang of jealousy deep inside Anne’s chest.

"It seems like he is quite busy over there," Aelene noted softly, watching the main table. "Princess Lysandra doesn’t even let him leave her side for a second."

Anne scoffed playfully, her face wearing an utterly proud expression. "Yeah, but she’s still far behind me. He and I have dual cultivated so much that we literally broke the bed structure."

Aelene turned her gaze toward Anne, stepping in close until her lips were right beside the girl’s ear. "And I dual cultivated with him on Prince Rumil’s bed... while the prince was fighting for his life right outside the room."

Anne blinked, then let out a low chuckle. "I was following the main plan, or else I would have joined you two right then and showed you, as your senior, what it truly means to dual cultivate."

Listening to their uninhibited conversation, both Besriel and Aelvera flushed with bright embarrassment, clearing their throats and looking away.

Besriel had recently been promoted to the prestigious position of head of the healing sanctuary. She was no longer a poor commoner struggling to survive, and she could finally grant her mother and herself a comfortable, peaceful life. Aelene had already revealed the truth about Lucien to Besriel—explaining that he wasn’t a native of this country, nor was he a mere wandering traveller, but a powerful noble from afar. Besriel hadn’t been disappointed in the slightest. When she first met Lucien, she had assumed he was kind to her because he was a commoner himself. Seeing that he was actually an exalted noble who treated people with total equality regardless of their status, rank, or background only deepened her admiration. Of course, she remained completely unaware of the dark, ruthless schemes Lucien orchestrated behind the scenes. She simply knew enough to understand who he was, including the fact that his real name wasn’t Axel.

Meanwhile, Aelene and Aelvera were appointed as trusted advisors and generals under Princess Lysandra, securing high official positions within the royal court. As for Erion and Elaria, Princess Lysandra had personally sought forgiveness from them for the foolish actions of her late brother that resulted in their father’s death. She offered both of them prominent positions in court as compensation, but they politely declined. Knowing their desires, Lucien invited them, along with Erion’s fiancée Zyrelle, to pack their belongings and accompany him back to Valtheria.

The following morning, the departure group stood fully prepared outside the palace gates. Erion, Elaria, their mother, and Zyrelle felt a quiet wave of anxiety in their hearts at the thought of leaving their homeland to live in the human realm of Valtheria. However, after witnessing everything Lucien had done for them, their desire to serve under his leadership was absolute. Staying behind in Azurefall could easily trigger future complications, making departure the best path forward.

Everything was packed, the grand carriages were lined up, and everyone was present—except for one crucial person. Lucien was nowhere to be found.

Anne crossed her arms tightly, looking around the empty square with growing annoyance. "Where is this bastard now?"

"Maybe Lord Lucien is busy handling an important matter," Aelene suggested gently, trying to smooth things over.

Anne rolled her eyes and tapped her foot on the stone pavement. "You know what? Fuck it. Start the carriages. I know he has plenty of spatial means to travel long distances on his own anyway."

While the carriage train slowly began its journey, Lucien was nowhere near the front gates. He was located deep within the military barracks, locked securely inside Aelvera’s private chambers.

The room echoed with loud, unrestrained moans of absolute, overwhelmed ecstasy. Aelvera lay spread across her disheveled bed, her legs pushed wide open and her body trembling against the sheets under Lucien’s unyielding frame. Lucien was positioned squarely over her, his massive weapon plunging relentlessly in and out of her core. Every single thrust was heavy, fast, and remarkably deep, driving all the way home with a wet, rhythmic impact that made her soft flesh bounce violently. A constant wave rolled across her hips and rear with every driving stroke, painting a raw picture of total submission.

Her mouth hung open in breathless bliss, her eyes unfocused and watery as she clutched frantically at the bedsheets. The sturdy wooden bed frame groaned and bounced rhythmically against the stone floor, creaking so loudly it looked as though the wooden posts might shatter at any second. Lucien gripped her slender waist firmly with both hands, using his strength to hold her in place while driving all the way in to bury himself to the absolute hilt, filling her up entirely once again.

The feverish intensity inside the chamber was the culmination of an entire night of unbridled passion. After the official banquet had concluded the previous evening, Aelvera and Lucien had exchanged a single, heavy look across the crowded hall. Her heart had been pounding with a mix of raw emotion and triumph; she had desperately wanted to celebrate the death of Man Eater—the man she believed was responsible for her beloved father’s murder.

Following the celebration, Lucien had quietly trailed her through the quiet stone hallways back to her private quarters in the military barracks. The moment she opened her door and stepped inside, she didn’t hesitate for even a fraction of a second, pulling him inside and locking the door behind them.

They had immediately locked together in a fierce, passionate kiss. Their lips and tongues pressed and entangled with desperate intensity, kissing deeply as if trying to suck the very breath out of each other’s lungs. For Aelvera, who had spent her entire life disciplined as a strict military officer, she had never experienced anything remotely like this before; it was her very first time giving herself to a man. Before either of them even consciously realized what was happening, their armor, robes, and undergarments were stripped away, discarded carelessly across the stone floor until they were completely bare and exposed to one another.

"Lucien... destroy me tonight. I want to feel everything," Aelvera had begged, her cheeks flushed bright scarlet, her eyes gleaming with wild desire.

When she first looked down and saw Lucien fully naked, her eyes had widened in sheer, speechless shock. She had never imagined that a man’s weapon could be so monstrously massive and intimidating. Yet, Aelvera was a seasoned warrior at heart; she harbored no desire for gentle, timid affection. Lucien had bent her over, his fingers brushing against her sensitive, trembling core, and before she could even catch her breath to process the sensation, he drove deep inside her in one swift, overwhelming motion, effortlessly tearing through her purity.

Gripping her hips tightly, Lucien had started thrusting deeper and deeper into her core without holding back. Throughout the endless night, he claimed her in every imaginable position, stretching her core to limits she never knew were physically possible. She rode him ruthlessly, bending over like an obedient dog whenever he commanded her to, taking his massive length into her mouth and sucking him passionately as if he were her absolute god—the savior who had granted her the vengeance she craved.

Whenever she sat atop him and rode his lap, her firm breasts bounced wildly in the air, allowing Lucien to reach up, squeeze her soft skin, and suck her sensitive tips into his mouth. Even when he turned her around and took her from behind, the heavy impact sent vibrations through her body that made her breasts and rear bounce on their own under his power.

"Ohhh... ahhhhh! Destroy my core completely! Stretch it so wide that I can never feel anyone else! Fill me up!" Aelvera had gasped out hoarsely, her voice cracking from hours of crying out as Lucien’s weapon disappeared entirely inside her wet depth.

At one point during the late hours of the night, Lucien sat back against the bedpost and pulled her over into a kneeling position, bringing her flush against his lap. She eagerly took his heavy, throbbing length into her mouth, swallowing him deep while tasting her own sweet slickness mixed with his raw essence. Reaching over to the nightstand, Lucien picked up her personal sword—a cherished artifact gifted to her by her late father—and laid her back down on her back. Holding her firm, he carefully worked the smooth, cool hilt of her father’s sword into her core while simultaneously driving his weapon deep into her throat. He thrust into her mouth while using the hilt of her father’s blade to stretch her below.

Later, he shifted their positions once more, placing the smooth hilt of the sword between her lips for her to bite down on while he sank his heavy, throbbing, veiny weapon back into her dripping core from behind. Who could have ever guessed that the fierce, unyielding captain of the Azurefall soldiers could take something so massive so deeply inside her body?

Lucien had leaned down, kissing her back and neck tenderly yet possessively while remaining fully buried inside her. All through the dark hours of the night, they made love like wild beasts, and now, even as the bright morning sun filtered through the window blinds, they were still going without a moment’s rest. Her core was thoroughly stretched, loose, and flushed a deep, sensitive red. She lay flat on her stomach across the disheveled bed with her legs spread wide, taking his heavy, relentless penetrations. Her moans were so loud, raw, and unrestrained that if anyone were walking through the hallway outside the barracks, they would easily hear every single shameful sound.

"Your core is about to be filled completely once again," Lucien said in a low, husky voice, driving himself all the way to the root in that deep position.

"Ahhhhh... Lucien! Fill this core! It’s yours... yours and yours only!" Aelvera screamed out in absolute, mind-numbing pleasure.

Lucien leaned fully forward, laying his broad chest flat against her quivering back as he unleashed his thick warmth deep inside her. He didn’t pull out, remaining buried to the absolute hilt while they both lay locked together in the heavy, lingering heat of the room, breathing heavily in unison.

In her bliss and absolute devotion, Aelvera would never realize the dark, twisted truth—that the man who actually murdered her father was not Prince Andrin, but the very man currently buried deep inside her, filling her core all through the night.

A short time later, using his mastery over the void, Lucien vanished from the Azurefall barracks and traversed the vast distance in an instant. After a long, complex, and highly successful mission, he finally stepped foot back inside his true home—the human realm of Valtheria.

He materialized directly within the silent halls of the Vale Estate. As soon as he crossed the threshold into the main residence, Maisy, his private head maid, quickly walked up to greet him.

"Lord Lucien," Maisy said, bowing deeply before looking up with a serious expression. "Lord Vale is currently in the study, discussing your marriage."