Drale

He felt the boy’s eyes flutter open and look around. The young Sprout was quite easy on the eyes. He’d have a very easy time wooing the low born ladies in Farryn. Even the scar on his face added a touch of mystery and toughness to his features. It complimented his handsome looks. That was all good, but what interested him was the rich earth essence and vital aura permeating the air right now. Was it the succubus’ doing?

By all accounts, Drale knew he should be dead by now. It had been a whole day and he had estimated he had a little over a quarter before he died when the young Sprout was thrown into the cell. Maybe it was the young Sprout doing it. How was he doing it though? Something like this shouldn’t be possible for one so young — that is, if he really was doing it.

“Are you doing this?” he asked.

Hearing himself speak vibrantly after nearly dying was humbling. The young Sprout looked around, noticing scattered motes of gold and green lights flickering here and there in the air. He didn’t seem surprised but Drale couldn’t bring himself to believe the young Sprout was responsible for the richness in the air.

The teenager smiled. “That’s far from the gloomy look you had when we first spoke. And yes, I’m doing it.” His frown quickly returned. “But this isn’t enough to get us out of here.”

Drale’s brows rose in surprise. This was a feat worthy of worship. Only Sages could probably do something like this! He needed to find out what house the young Sprout belonged to. Maybe become close allies with him. Someone like this wasn’t someone to look down on.

“I’m Drale of House Rurik,” he blurted, still a bit shocked.

“The House of Wards?” the boy asked.

“Hmm. You?”

“Jerome.”

Drale waited for him to state his house, but he said nothing. “What house?” he finally asked.

“No house. Just Jerome.”

Drale was surprised at that. He wanted to ask how Jerome made it into Terra Praeta, but the young man looked like he wasn’t in the mood to answer any questions. Drale watched him more carefully now. His lips moved as he cycled. He couldn’t hear what the boy was saying. And though he was curious, he didn’t ask. He could sense that this was no ordinary Sprout. They all came to Terra Praeta in teams from their clans, but this boy was probably alone. He knew that no clan would invest too many resources in someone that’s not their blood.

They probably let him tag along because they didn’t meet the quota and had to fill in the spot.

Then they could have sold the spot, Drale thought. Wait, Jerome… I’ve heard that name before!

“Are you ‘the’ Jerome…the one from Pilgrims’ Keep?” he asked but his new acquaintance was already meditating and did not bother to answer him.

Drale’s clan was fairly powerful in Vorthe. They were a tier-two clan, or a high-class clan as the low borns called them, which meant that only the Great Clans were above them in status. This was a huge privilege as there were only four Great Families — five if one included the Royal Family. This meant that resources in Vorthe wouldn’t go through too many people before getting to them. Tier-two clans have been able to acquire a lot of wealth and resources as a result.

Drale spread out his senses and observed as the boy stimulated the essence in the earth. He didn’t understand how the boy was doing it — didn’t want to even accept he was doing it, but if anyone could break them out of here, it’ll surely be someone who had secret techniques only the Royal family could give out.

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Jerome kept stimulating the earth’s aura and vital aura in the cell to see if he could break through whatever barrier was keeping his powers limited. The earth’s aura intensified his senses to the point he could hear and see every minute detail of the cell in his mind’s eye.

All of a sudden, he exerted his will on the earth’s aura, causing it to surge outward and push against the cell walls. Golden light flooded the room, and the walls, which were covered in the same golden glow, groaned and creaked under the strain of his power.

Jerome laughed in exhilaration, but his joy was short-lived when he heard a familiar voice shout out in anger from a distance.

“Do you think you can escape?!” The succubus was incensed.

She began cursing out loud and her voice was getting closer, causing the hairs on the back of Jerome’s neck to rise. Jerome heard her footsteps quicken and he hastened the aura in the air, stimulating it some more to exert more force against the cell walls until cracks began to form on the walls.

Drale saw this and his eyes lit up in anticipation. He couldn’t help but rise to his feet, ready to dash out of the chamber when the walls came crashing down. He already owed the kid for bringing him back from the brink of death. If the kid could get him out of there, he’d hand over all his spoils from Terra Praeta to him, he pledged to himself.

Large chunks of rock rained down from the roof and walls. Jerome saw this and pushed even more. He still had a lot of essence to spare and he poured it all into his efforts. If he could just push a little bit more. A little bit more and the walls will come crumbling down.

Suddenly, a section of the wall on one side gave way, crumbling to the ground almost at once. Jerome was so excited he wanted to get to his feet but saw the succubus standing just behind the crumbled part of the wall.

Upon closer inspection, he found that the opening looked like an entrance. The succubus shot forward and caught Jerome by the back of the neck. The next thing he knew she kissed him fiercely. Jerome wanted to struggle but strength left his limbs, and he passed out.

Jerome woke up to a cold wet sensation on his body. He realized with a jolt that he was entirely naked, his body coated in a slippery layer of moisture. As he took in his surroundings, he noticed he was in another chamber, with walls of stone, and darkness embraced the walls around him.

His hands were bound tightly by a rope, leaving him hanging in the air. He suddenly felt a wet tongue lapping at his skin from behind. With quick reflexes, Jerome lashed out with a foot, aiming a kick at the succubus behind him. The succubus sprang back just in time, laughing at his futile attempt. With a smug look on her face, she turned him around to face her — without touching him.

Jerome seethed with anger and embarrassment. He had never felt so exposed and vulnerable before, and the succubus’ mocking laughter only added to his humiliation.

“How the hell did you take off my armor?!” he demanded. The succubus just smirked.

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“You’re a very powerful male specimen,” she purred in that sweet voice of hers as she gave him a thorough baptism with her eyes. She stopped to stare for long moments at the large member between his thighs, licking her lips sensually.

“You’re no ordinary Sprout. I can tell,” she said with a smirk. “The vitality I tasted as I lapped at your skin was so abundant and pure, I’d never tasted the likes of it before. Your muscles are also very tough, even though you haven’t completely filled them out, which shows evidence of your strength and vigor.”

“Come near me once more and I’ll rip you to shreds!” Jerome hissed.

“Oooh! I’m so scared!” She shivered mockingly. “I’m going to enjoy you human.” She giggled and her bosom bounced generously. Jerome gulped loudly, his mind cooking up dirty scenes and his body responded to them.

“Well,” she stopped in front of him and bent down, bringing her face a few inches away from his hardened member. “It seems you’ll enjoy me too.”

She blew warm air on him and Jerome groaned in near ecstasy. He shivered slightly and goosebumps rose on his skin.

“Get. Away. From. Me,” he managed to croak out. His head was already swirling with erotic images and his resolve to keep away from her was on the verge of shattering.

“We’ll see how long you can resist me.” She laughed and started to walk away.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jerome groaned. His voice was still heavy with lust. Her backside was just as impressive as her bust. Very fleshy and supple, he felt himself drawn towards her. “How’d you take off my armor?”

The succubus stopped and glided back to him, her wide hips swaying with tantalizing slowness. For some reason, he wished she’d turn around again so he could watch her walk; watch her ass bounce as she walked. Jerome swallowed hard and forced his eyes away from her curves. She stopped close to him. Very close that his member pressed against her bosom.

He looked down and found his member sliding into a hole in her dress, in between her underboobs. She pressed him in between her huge rack and squeezed. All the blood left his brain in a split second. The pleasure he felt at that moment was so intense that he couldn’t stop himself from rocking forward.

Jerome groaned as he fought to move away from her. His body, however, didn’t get the memo. The succubus ground herself against him. She held her bust in both hands, squeezing his member as she moved up and down to increase the pleasure. Jerome pulled back only to push his hips forward again.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” the succubus asked. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Just let go.”

Jerome rocked against her again and again, unable to stop himself. The pressure in his lower parts continued to build up, though he was already lost in ecstasy. He barely noticed the build-up of pressure until it was to the extent, he thought he was going to burst. And moments later he did, jerking uncontrollably from the pleasure. The succubus moaned as his seed decorated her chest. Hearing her moans roused Jerome’s blood and he tried to free himself from his bonds, just so he could squeeze her to himself as he ravaged her.

The succubus noticed that his huge member between her bust didn’t relax one bit, as if it could go on forever. She smiled brightly at that and looked up at Jerome. “Calm down, love,” she whispered to him, and Jerome felt his head clear up.

The succubus smiled.

“What did you do to me?” Jerome asked, unsure of how to feel. He felt really good…mellowed, but he also felt bad that he had let the succubus seduce him. He couldn’t help but think that he should hate her. He did hate her, but where did all the hate go?

This must be part of her charm, he thought. To make members of the opposite sex ‘want’ her.

“That’s two questions, love. I’ll only answer the first one for now,” she said as stroked Jerome’s muscle-toned body. “That’s a very powerful metal you have inside you, many have tried to use it to kill me before now, but all have failed…visha stirh’aun, is it not?” she said not even looking up at him as she spoke.

Jerome’s breath stopped for a moment as he tried to wrap his head around how she knew the name of the metal.

“My psychic energy is a lot more powerful than yours, however, so pushing it back into your body — which I find quite fascinating — was no problem at all,” the succubus said.

Jerome’s member jerked between her bust and she looked up, giving him a bright smile. Jerome frowned and looked away, his face heating up in embarrassment.

“If you want to know something you can always ask. However, you’ll have to do something for me as well,” she said with a knowing smile.

She pushed off him and licked her lips, his member sliding out of the heaven it just experienced. Her gaze never left it, which caused him to grow another shade of red as he tried to look anywhere else but at her, yet his eyes kept betraying him. His hardened member also strained to reach her, refusing to comprehend that the storm had passed.

Jerome’s eyes flitted briefly to the evidence of their activity on her chest — which to his surprise was in abundance, covering every ounce of flesh exposed. His eyes betrayed him and lingered. Jerome gulped.

“What’s your name?” he asked. “I’m Jerome.”

The succubus smiled brightly at him again. “You may call me Csala, love. No one has ever asked for my name before.”

“Ahem. It felt right to ask,” he said, wanting to turn away from her, but his eyes kept drinking in her form.

She brought her hand to her chest and touched the sticky liquid on her and with a slight gesture, it folded in on itself and kind of… slurped… into her palm. Jerome gulped once more at that, doing his best to look away. He had no idea how she did that. There was no essence or mental energy.

“I’ll be right back, love. Don’t go anywhere,” she said and walked toward the wall behind him.

He didn’t want her to go. Jerome almost blurted out his desire for her to stay but he held himself back and bit his tongue a little harder than he wanted. Pain flooded his mind and the primal urges receded… enough to clear his mind.

Good. The pain would keep my mind sharp. “As if I can,” he said. The rope she used to bind him was unbelievably sturdy — far more than he expected.

Jerome spied on her with his perception as she left. She didn’t touch anything but a part of the wall she stood before, crumbled to the floor. As soon as she passed through, the wall repaired itself.

Jerome cursed in his heart. She probably used her ‘psychic’ powers to open and close the door, he concluded. But he couldn’t sense it because she was more powerful than him and was quite adept at wielding ‘psychic’ energy.

“Psychic energy,” he muttered. It was surprising to hear the term in Terra Praeta. But he’d still go with mental energy. Psychic energy felt broader; with depth he knew very little about. In fact, only what he’d read in fiction was his frame of reference. It could be there was more to it than he knew — which was most times the case with things like these.

Maybe sacred artists developed abilities that could be considered psychic as they grew older. Jerome made up his mind to ask Rihal or Kilian when he got back.

He waited for Csala to walk far away before he acted. She walked a short distance, but the rhythm of her footsteps changed. The change was very minute. If he didn’t have incredible hearing, he would have missed it. Jerome raised his eyebrows in surprise as the footsteps receded into the distance, but he knew she was still there, yet he couldn’t sense her.

“I know you’re there, Csala. You can’t fool me,” he called out. “Those aren’t your steps receding into the distance.”

Right then, Csala giggled softly. Her voice carried into the chamber from just behind the door.

Jerome scrunched his brows unhappily at that. She knew he’d try to escape again so she feigned leaving. Thanks to his powerful senses, he would have been fooled and would probably have revealed other hidden cards he had yet to play.

“What?” Csala asked, “Can’t I have a little fun with you?” She giggled again.

The sound of her voice assaulted his senses, rousing his member once more. He had finally got it to calm down, but a few words from her undid all his hard work.

“Don’t you find me beautiful?” she began talking to him in whispers with her alluring voice. “I’m sure your damsel isn’t as beautiful as I am. Just say the word and I’ll give you another unforgettable experience…”

Jerome gritted his teeth and shut his eyes to meditate. Those words were too tempting, and he was beginning to see reasons why he should accept. He forcefully shut her out as he began cycling to calm his nerves. He meditated for a long time, absorbing the sparse essence in the air and needing more. It took a long time before his nerves calmed down. When he opened his eyes she was gone…for real this time.

Does she not deem me an actual threat that she left my core unsealed? Jerome mused. He looked up at the thing holding him in place. It was a thick rope and it was glowing, gold and blue. He tried pulling it apart, twisting his arms out, and even using Suzie to cut it and free himself. But none of that worked. Then he set his eyes on the rusted hook, attached to the roof and holding the rope in place.