V2 Chapter 128
[Aanuel Heretarium Vorn Stormfury
Status: Second Prince of the DreadStorm Empire. Night’s Child (Champion of Night).
Rank: 4th Rank; Count Class Elite Demon
Age: 17 years old.
Title: [Night’s Champion} {The Plunderer}
Special Abilities: [ Eyes of Night ] [ Vector Body ] [ *** *** ] [Plunder] [Chimera] [Abyssal Hawk Wings]
Skills: {Herculean Strength}, {Diabolical Grizzly’s Hunger}, {Venom Generation}, {Limb Reattachment}, {Iron Skin}]
{Herculean Strength} Breaking the user’s strength limitation and doubles the strength of the user.
{Diabolical Grizzly’s Hunger} Regenerates health as one consumes meat, or in combat, continuously attacking your opponent and giving damage can trigger Lifesteal Effect. Recovery varies by weapon, and amount of damage created.
{Venom} able to secret harmful toxic and venoms that poison, paralyze, or kill enemies.
{Limb Reattachment} gives the user the ability to reattach the limbs of oneself and others after separation.
And the newly obtained skill after eating beast flesh along the journey;
{Iron Skin} makes the host have the skin as hard as iron that strengthens physical defense.
Cian smiled wryly at his growing power. Though he still yet to understand what was the third skill Night had given him, he didn’t worry about it for the time being as he was able to patch up his weakness with his obtained abilities from the Chimaera. Though the chances of success were small, the effect of obtaining skills without limits was much more desirable than anything in the world.
And with his arduous training these past two years, he was able to raise his rank from 2nd Rank Baron to 4th Rank Count.
This might be late to mention but Demons has Ranks, which was completely different than honorary titles.
Demon Power Levels were divided into eleven levels; Demon (No Rank)—they are the weakest and not considered among the Demon Warriors. The true starting point was—1st Rank Knight, 2nd Rank Baron, 3rd Rank Viscount, 4th Rank Count, 5th Rank Marquis, 6th Rank Prince, 7th Rank Duke, 8th Rank King, 9th Rank Emperor, and lastly; Ascended Demon.
Truthfully, according to history, there are still levels beyond the Ascended Demon, but they are already considered God Class, and not in the mortal world. Though, there were no known figures that had broken through that realm for a thousand years already. Even the strongest in the Demon Empire; The Demon Empress Sitana was just an 8th Rank King, close to 9th Rank. But the distance between the 8th Rank and the 9th Rank was almost unreachable!
The Greatest Genius of the Demon History; The Demon Empress Sitana had been stranded in that realm, and never had a hint of breaking through.
Each power level differences were like Heaven and Earth. For example, to defeat a 5th Rank Marquis, one would even need to gather three to four 4th Rank Marquis, depending on their power. That’s just how the difference is… normally, that is.
For Cian, such differences are nothing to him.
With a God Tier ability; [Night’s Eye} and [Vector Body], one level higher is nothing for him. Even now, with his newfound skills that let him obtained even more ability easily, his trump cards were getting numerous that he wouldn’t even fear those two levels higher than him.
Even if he couldn’t defeat them, he has an absolute certainty he can escape without a problem.
With his {Night’s Eye}, {Vector Body}, and {Plunder}, this is something inevitable sooner or later. He wouldn’t worry about it. But the power of his Brother; Lucifer was still above him, surely. And the force behind him was also quite terrifying, that he has the blind confidence that he can already contend against their mother.
What’s more, what made Cian hesitant to reveal his power this soon was the other mysterious influences such as the Demon Gate and the other two Great Mysterious Organizations. Cian needed to know what do these influences are trying to do before he could appear in the world. If not, he might be taken off-guard against them.
Because of this, to stand in this world, and survive, Cian let Aanuel’s character transcend his—causing him to become even more cruel and manipulative than his true self sometimes. However, only he knows that even though he thought the same with Sibylla and the rest, what he feels for them was as pure as spring. Just that, as someone who was nurtured to be a cruel killer by his own family, he doesn’t know anything aside from being manipulative and conniving.
Even if he didn’t like it, such demonic thoughts and ideas will always appear since they are engraved deep in his bones.
"…Sorry."
"There's no need to apologize. Worries are a part of life. Especially for someone like you, my dear husband. But remember that there are people, who can't leave you alone when you're like that. I, for one, would feel hurt if I saw you making such painful expression."
Cian smiled faintly, then allowed himself to rely on Sibylla’s attention a little bit.
When he closed his eyes, he could feel her kindness and softness much better.
He really loved Sibylla.
Perhaps, initially, he had not been that fond of her.
As someone who was still in confusion, and with the influence of Aanuel’s character, he took Sibylla for granted and accepted her because he wanted something from her.
In other words, to use her. Other than that, if Cian was to force to confess on his true feeling towards her back then, aside from the profit he could obtained from her, he merely feels she is amusing, cute, beyond beautiful, has white and soft skin which he feels tempted to pinch, and he feels very relaxed when seeing her.
He has seen too many beautiful flowers back on Earth. They are well-educated and well-bred young ladies from prestigious families, yet he has not really felt tempted by them.
Finding such a worry-free and well-behaved person is also pretty good.
He believes all along he is maintaining a can-leave-anytime stance and even adopts a detached point of view towards Sibylla, watching her overcautious and indecisive behavior. That she was just a mere tool, he can discard anytime the moment she loses her usefulness, just like Ruka. Although he actually didn't desire for it to happen, deep in his heart, he was preparing himself to do like that.
To achieve all that he so desires, Cian was prepared to sacrifice anything that he needed to.
However, as time passed by, he realized it too late, that he was actually falling for her truly. He discovers that he does not want to move back a step and let go, but wants to just step forward to embrace her. To own her fully and make her belong to him…and only him.
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With her by his side, Cian felt his life turned fantastic, and although in his past life, he had relationships with a number of women, those were times of the past. When thinking about it now, it was also merely a vent for physical needs. As of present, the excitement brought to him just by exchanging love words with her was unprecedented.
Reminiscing about life, then and now, Cian smiled happily for the bliss he had felt and obtained in this world. In the next second, Sibylla who was comforting and spoiling her Demon Prince with her love and affection suddenly felt being pulled into a strong embrace. She smiled happily and then holds out her hands and hugs him back.
"……Thank you. I'm fine now."
Before long, he declared his gratitude, whereupon Sibylla released Cian’s head. But even though she withdraw both her hands from around his neck, as she now entwined them around his waist.
"I could understand your worry. And also that you don't want to worry me because of it… But, I am your fiancée, your wife to be. I might not be able to help at most things, but… you don’t need to do things you don’t want to do. Because I am here. Even if I experience a thousand tribulations, even if the sky falls, or the entire world turned against you, I will shoulder all for you. You can’t say I can’t do that, because in this life and the next, you are my world and if I can’t share your burden, then who should you share the burden with…?"
After all,
She leaned back and laid her ear against his sturdy chest. The rise and fall of his chest was oddly soothing. Then, the pounding of her own heart slowly subsided, and she relaxed against him. Cian's hands gently stroked her hair. And the steady beat of his heart thrummed in her ear, and her lips curved into a blissful smile; "… If it's something you absolutely don't want to lose, you need to properly grasp and understand the situation and position you're in. Trust me, believe in me. You know--- It's almost impossible to accomplish everything perfectly. So you set your priorities and draw a line from where you won't back off at all costs, and just protect that no matter what. As for the rest, leave it to me! That is the purpose of my existence…"
"A line from where I won't back off at all costs…" Cian smiled wryly as he repeated her words.
"Yes. For example, you certainly have to keep transforming into someone you are not because you want to achieve your goals, but somewhere in there, if you don’t be careful, you might really lose yourself," she warned softly.
Losing myself, huh---Cian ruminated those words that Sibylla spoke out in his heart. Sibylla raised her head and smiled gently. She lightly patted his back, as if trying to console him. Beside his ear, she said softly and seriously, “Husband, if you ever feel that everyone in this world is against you, you have to remember, there’s this person who would go against the entire world for you…”
"……I understand. I'll do so."
When Cian affirmed, Sibylla nodded, satisfied, with a "Good" like a mother to her proud and obedient child.
---In the next moment, Cian was kissed on the cheek.
"------"
It didn’t stop there, however, as she slowly moved even closer to him, put their lips together, and kissed him. Cian didn't make any movements and showed no resistance.
"Ah! ...Fuah.. Ah... Fu! ...Ahh... Hahh...Ahha!"
When their tongues crossed, their kissing got even more ferocious as time passed by. After quite a while, she parted, and while looking straight into his eyes, she suddenly said: “You have the smell of an unfamiliar woman, I hate it.” She said with a glaring gaze. Then, her lips curled upwards, revealing her Canine; “My smell should be the only one that remains in you,”
Saying that, Sibylla once again took the initiative and kissed Cian again. The second kiss -- this time, Cian wrenched every ounce of pleasure from the kiss. He tasted Sibylla's lips, skimmed them with his tongue, and nibbled them till every curve and texture were embedded in his memory for all time.
“Chuooo… Aahh-hh…! Haahh…! Lyahh… A, anuel… Chiii.”
Lewdly entangling their tongues, taking the initiative to ask Cian for more, had just made the Demon Prince's lust burn up even more. He held her tightly so he'd know exactly where her breasts pressed against him. Demanding more. One must know, he was just teasing Levelia a while ago, and because he didn’t want for her first impression of him to be worst or awkward, he decided to stop and suppressed the heat bubbling within him. However, Sibylla’s aggressive action had once again ignited those dying embers, and this time, it burned even stronger.
Cian smoothed his hands down her back, seemingly trying to learn the exact curve of her spine, the delicious way it sloped inward and then flared out again at her hips.
The intoxicating sounds which she would never hear in her dreams intoxicated Sibylla even more. Since they started doing this kind of intimate action, although they had never broken the last barrier, kissing her lover always gives her intoxicating happiness she had a hard time restraining—thus recently, she had taken the initiative in asking Cian for more.
While kissing her, all of her sensitive spots were then caressed by Cian.
“…aahh, haah… Don’t♥Ahh… Ya-fuaaahhh, Aanuel… Aanuel~♥! Haah-ah… that’s… uhhnn-haaahhhhh♥”
Breasts, hips, thighs -- all those areas tingled from the obscene caresses. His hands were all over her beautiful body. Cian’s hand had even slipped into her underwear and began kneading her butt, giving her heaven. She then guided that hand in the underwear to take it off her, hurriedly twisting her legs and hips, waiting for it to be slipped off her, to become fully naked.
As he slipped the green lacy panties over her feet, he could feel how damp they were. His nostrils flared with the scent of her arousal and his erection throbbed in response. Cian burrowed his face on her neck, nibbling. Her pulse throbbed just beneath her tender skin, filling his senses with the fragrance of her scent and desire. Her breath puffed against his cheek in tiny, feminine gasps as her sweet body melted against him.
He skimmed his fingers across her bare stomach and felt her muscles rippled with a tiny spasm. The scent, the sounds, and the sensations clouded his brain till he could no longer think, only feel joy, passion, and a hunger that demanded even more.
"Fuck, you're so damn beautiful, Sibylla," Cian grunt, thinking no way do he deserve this perfect and ideal girl but wanting her anyway. No one has the right to take her away from him...no one.
"Aanuel, please," she moans, and Cian didn't need any more instruction.
His hand cups her full breast, relishing the sensuous weight of it in his palm befor he tip his head down and bite the hard pellet prodding out. She moans and he take the other nipple between his finger and thumb to roll it around and tug it out until it extends, full of hungry desire.
“Aanuel… wait, my arm-armpit, Please, Aanuel… Lick my armpits…”
As Sibylla was enjoying Cian’s teasing suddenly she pleaded him to attack her weak spot. Cian instantly stopped sucking her breasts. Then, staring at Sibylla’s intoxicated expression, he let out a chuckle.
She really did get addicted to it.
“…………”
“…………”
In the distance where their breaths were making contact, the two of them looked at each other for a moment which lasted for an eternity. After that, everything seemed to be in slow-motion.
Sibylla’s two hands crossed together behind her head. Watching as Cian slowly brought his mouth to that particular spot. She smiled looking straight into his eyes as Cian came near her. Cian had to come very close to her as he had to reach for her armpits.
Cian took in the smell first -- that warm, musty scent of skin with sweat on it. He could almost hear her heartbeats. Cian wanted to hold her in his hands and kiss her full on her lips. He wanted to love her like no one had ever done to her. But for the time being, he had to get satisfied with this…to please her.
To please the most incredible woman in the world, he loved the most between both worlds
At last, when his nose was almost going to touch her armpits, Cian suddenly stopped and looked at her. She was also looking at him and gave a bashful smile back. Teasing her, Cian sniffed loud enough so that she could hear it. When he did though, she smiled shamefully and said; “Do—don’t play,” She said with a pleading expression.
“No love, I was just making sure that you know I am doing my task” Cian grinned.
“Hmph! You’re only good at doing this kind of stuff…” Sibylla complained.
Every time she did it with this man, even though they really won’t do it till the last step, she would still get the urge to sleep for a few days consecutively. His appetite is just too big for her. In fact, Cian didn’t know if he should feel proud or shy.
He didn’t know if his ‘talent’ continuously leveled up compared to before because now he had a true Demon’s Body. Following his improvements in strength in recent months, although he was slowly overwhelming Aanuel’s character on his own, his biological ability seemed to have become more powerful than ever.
It seemed limitless, that the moment he saw a woman, he would be like a mad dog starving for a bone. Really, he didn’t know if this is good or bad… but still…
Cian continued to smell Sibylla with great relish. Sure enough, even he felt that his desires were slowly spiraling out of control as time passes. The smell was just too intoxicating. No perfume or no other artificial or natural fragrance could have the effect that her smell was having on him.
He smelled her one armpit and then proceeded to another. She raised her other arm and Cian smelled it without hesitation. Then, he thought to do some naughty thing.
At last, when she was lowering her arm he just gave a kiss in her armpits—kissing her armpit was too erotic and Cian got a full hard-on. Then, he opened his mouth wide and placed it over her armpit, sucking gently with his mouth and running his tongue through the tiny bit of hair that could be found in her armpit, each strand almost translucent and glassy.
Although normally this would be quite gross, for some strange reason, or perhaps it was due to her race, it doesn’t have any strange smell at all. In fact, it was so fragrant like a blooming flower dripped with honey. She moans again, this time louder. Cian changed position and licked her armpit, from the very bottom to the top, savoring the taste and the smell each time.
He did it repeatedly and Cian could feel her heavy breath on his face. He could tell that she was excited just like him.
She slowly raised her other arm and then looked towards him. Cian sucked and licked some more and began to knead her breast with his hand. He moved to the middle of her chest, licking the sweat there and becoming hungry for more—he wanted to taste her other pit and moved to that side of her body, licking and sucking her left breast –
She closed her eyes, and in the next moment—