95 Bloodline Fusion (1/2)
Holding Eleonora's hands in his, Kilian kept her pinned down, meshing his lips with hers in muffled, slurpy sounds. As their tongues entangled, each strove to savor all their partner had to offer. And at times, they broke the kiss long enough to exchange ardent gazes, then started it all over again.
Engrossed in their preparations, the suras and aistis missed the scene. But unwilling to expose his master and mistress to the plebe's eyes, Inyoka hissed, concealed them in a shroud of shadow magic, then turned to stand guard. His services wouldn't be necessary.
Breaking the passionate kiss, Kilian slid down to Eleonora's neck, suckling her tender flesh and leaving hickeys as he went. Within his pants, his cock hardened, pressing against the lady's leg with its rising heat. But when Kilian's lips lowered on Eleonora's cleavage...
”Yo Kilian, what's up?” Urag's voice echoed in his mind, breaking the magic.
”You really know how to pick your moment. What's going on? Kilian asked, suppressing a tinge of irritation. Of all the people in this world, he didn't expect that Urag would be the one to cockblock him. Knowing that something snatched Kilian's attention, Eleonora smirked, and alongside him, shifted to a seated position.
”I'm currently whacking some golden toy soldiers. But they're too persistent and not willing to let me go unless I give them the Anke gal.”
”Golden toy soldiers? Anke gal?” Confused by Urag's words. Kilian asked.
”Golden crystal toy soldiers. Here's what happened…” Urag then retold all the events, from the clash between Lena and Tamara to the appearance of the Blood King, their subsequent battle, and the arrival of Klaus' troops to bring Anke back to safe hands.
”I see. You have three choices. First, since your boys and you are weakened, the best course is to give Anke back to open an escape road—proclaim that the real Kilian is waiting for you—and bolt with your guys. Knowing her, she will tail you alongside the new Crystal Lords. You can thus lead her wherever you want to.
Second, you assemble your fehl troops in layers of defensive walls and escape as the Blood King did. Third, you prolong the battle long enough to recover your strength and counterattack. In any case, make Lena and Tamara's safety your priority. Nothing can happen to either,” Kilian ordered, making Urag's eyes twitch in confusion.
”What do you care about the Tamara gal? Hoho, want to plow her? Finally, you live up to my depraved name!” Urag burst into laughter.
”Since I gave her brother my word that I'd find and keep her safe, I naturally will. As for the Technocracy's brainwashing, I have my ways,” Kilian replied and cut his connection to Urag. His eyes fell back on Eleonora, who eyed him with glaring interest.
”For now, The Lady gives you a pass. Turn around and close your eyes,” Eleonora said, and with her right index, motioned for Kilian to face the opposite direction. With an eye-roll, he turned 180, sitting crossed-legged with his back facing Eleonora. Standing on her knees, Eleonora wrapped her hands around Kilian's torso; bright, golden flames surged from her form, enclosing Kilian and her in a radiant blaze.
Though he kept his eyes shut, Kilian could feel the blinding light surrounding him from all sides, threatening to ruin the eyesight of those unfortunate enough to glance at it. Fortunately, Inyoka's Shadow Shroud prevented the suras from witnessing Eleonora's flames.
Driven by Eleonora's will, the brazier shrunk to a swirling golden arc centered on Kilian's form. As if he'd turned into an inviolable deity, Kilian's skin shone in that same hue, and his Dra Control level rose at a frightening pace.