V2 Chapter 90

They had a few drinks.

In which Cian slowly displayed his amazing alcohol tolerance that surpassed even the old people who like drinking liquors all the time. Well, sadly for them, the moment Cian obtained [Plunder] and [Chimaera] skills, everything that would enter his stomach would be turned to energy, whether they are toxic or poison.

He can consume anything, of course only to some extent. There are still things he could not digest—though, most of them are extremely deadly poisons that his level couldn’t contend.

Not like he would care about it.

After all, he was not that bored to drink poison!

… …

The next morning, Cian woke up from his sweet dream.

He looked at the adorable girl beside him, sleeping as calmly as a cat, and his mouth curled up.

Mouth slightly closed, graceful eyebrows, eyelashes gently trembling, and the somewhat messy hair...

The porcelain doll-like white skin was cast with slight redness on her cheeks, and from her rhythmic breathing, Cian could hear a hint of tiredness and joy.

It was a bit too crazy last night.

Probably it was because it’s been quite a few months since he had last seen her and even spent some time passionately with her due to her going into the frontline of the war to take command, Oriel was a bit passionate than usual from start to finish as if she wanted to stuff Cian into her body and fuse their bodies into one…

It was truly a long night.

Cian reached out his hand and tuck a strand of hair behind her long sharp ears. Staring at the audacious but beautiful face, Cian leaned down and kissed her on the cheek before a genuine smile appeared on his face.

Of course, she was not the only one who was feeling it.

How should I describe the feeling?

Absence makes the heart grow fonder?

Although Oriel always seemed like a newlywed wife. After not having her nourishment for so long, when he ate her delicious food again, Cian almost devoured his tongue. Hence, his action became even more fiery and intense.

Cian thought about last night as his face turned red. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that every time Oriel was treated "roughly" by him, she would be excited, especially with her hands pulled behind her back, as he straddled her from behind...

He awkwardly touched his nose, and then gently tucked Oriel in before quietly sneaking down from the bed.

As for why this had happened, it’s just that, after returning from the Banquet and was sent out by those reluctant, affection-filled eyes of Marelys Avidhorn, Cian, Sibylla, and Oriel left together and returned to the Winter Palace. At first, Cian thought he would have some alone time with Ruka after he got back to satiate his hunger due to Marelys’ flirty actions, but to his surprise, Oriel actually called for him. Then, things become a bit heated.

Looking at Oriel sweetly sleeping, Cian smiled happily and placed a faint kiss on her head before slowly standing up to leave. However, when he did, suddenly a pair of arms appeared around his waist and suddenly pulled him back to the bed. Then, he found Oriel sitting on his waist as if she was riding a horse.

“Morning sunshine,” Cian greeted.

“Good Morning,”

Oriel greeted back with a beautiful smile before leaning down and kissed his lips.

In his position, Cian could see how gorgeous her body was and couldn’t help but feel intoxicated about it even though he had already seen it many times and even ‘played’ with it. However, it’s as if it has never been enough. Smooth and soft, even curve in the right angle. Her shape was perfect! Oriel smelled warm, like cinnamon or cloves. Cian had to tamp his lips shut to stop himself from whimpering as she pulled away.

Cian stared at her. And then, his lips curled upwards as something suddenly returned to his mind.

“Get off me,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing and lips curling into a cold smile. Oriel was startled by Cian’s cold voice and her eyes widened in shock. However, when she saw Cian’s warm but mischievous glint of his eyes, Oriel was immediately struck by a realization. Her heart drummed in her chest. She immediately obeyed Cian’s words and sat beside him.

As Oriel was waiting for him, she suddenly saw Cian moving closer, tilting his head this way, then that. He wasn’t just looking at her. He was assessing her. Every inch of her, except what was covered by the blanket. Then, he leaned over his head and she felt his breath waft over her chest. Her skin tingled. He gripped her upper arms, causing Oriel to shiver in pleasant premonitions.

“Do you want to play?” Cian asked.

“Is this your way of pacifying my displeasure?” Oriel asked with a faint grin.

“More or less~”

“…you are still not going to tell me where you are going?” she asked, dissatisfied. Cian could only smile wryly as he nodded his head. He had already made his decision to go out, and, in his words ‘Earn Experience’ outside the City. He had been persuading Oriel to agree on this for almost half a year, causing the latter to become mad at him for a few months.

“It would just be a month. After playing outside, I would then go straight towards the Capital. You don’t need to worry about me. I had already passed the test of my instructor, you should know about it. So my abilities, more or less are enough to protect myself.”

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While talking, Cian clapped both hands to her breasts and squeezed hard.

Oriel blushed but let Cian do what he wanted. She relaxed, closing her eyes as she felt his skilled touch on her skin, feeling the world lighten and become less restrictive as more and more of her steel shell was peeled away, replaced by his soft touch and soothing cloth.

The process was slow but pleasant, her whole body relaxing to his efforts—bastard. Oriel couldn’t help but cursed inwardly. Cian had decided to leave and it’s something she could not allow. And yet, the moment Cian faced her with that determination filled face, she felt her firm will crumbling—how weak she was in front of him.

Leaning back a little she eyed him, feeling a tension between them, one she hadn’t before felt, but at the same time one that seemed to have always been there. She had always known this day would come… perhaps deep in her heart, she had expected this. The moment Cian made his greatest transformation that would also be the time where he would leave her nest. It was painful, hurt…her heart bleeding with a desire to lock him but if she did it, she would then expect him to glare at her with hate-filled eyes.

That is something much painful than having her heart stabbed by a blade.

She noticed Cian moving his hands back down to her waist, his fingertips, soft and silky stealing a caress of her toned abs. What made her agree on this absurd matter was that every time he asked, he would always do these roguish things and before she knew it, she had already given her words.

He was so unfair, so wittingly fraud.

Oriel bit her lips and her hand found his erection, caressing it with a gentle touch.

His cock lay between his thighs, which he parted slightly, allowing the semi-softness of his length to lay calmly down against the bed, thick and ominous a top two heavy balls.

Looking at it, all while knowing she didn’t have a choice anymore, she let out a sigh, “So be it. But you cannot take off the bracelet! And you must report to me every day!” she warned again.

The bracelet she was talking was the one she gave him after Ezra had attacked him. It was a magic item connected to Oriel’s bracelet so that she would be able to know where he was always, no matter how far the distance he was. And also, with its connection with Oriel’s bracelet, he could use it to contact her any time he wanted.

“I know,” he breathed. He pinched her nipples causing Oriel to let out a cry. “However, let’s set aside that for now…”

Cian followed his rough handling of her voluptuous chest with gentle caresses, coaxing her nipples with the tips of his fingers. The light touches felt electric on oriel’s abused skin. He ran his palms down her belly and around to her back.

Cian squeezed her ass and then felt the blood surging through his ‘sleeping dragon’ waking it up. At this moment, Oriel glanced at his lap and couldn’t help but licked her lips at the sight of the waking dragon spear.

With his eyes filling with love and lust, Cian cupped Oriel’s cheek in his hand. Oriel responded by pressing her face into it and kissed his palm.

“Since you seemed to still have some displeasure, I will erase them with passion,” Cian whispered softly. “…and with passion, you might like,”

Oriel beamed. Her clitoris throbbed, as did her nipples. At this moment, she was already a ball of need, yet her mind was fully focused on her little brother’s words, his wants, his needs, and how she could satisfy them.

Cian pulled back and then patted his thigh. “Lie across my lap,” he said, not asking but with a demanding tone. Oriel suddenly felt her whole body hummed with arousal. Without hesitation, Oriel climbed onto the bed and draped herself over his legs. His cock felt warm against her belly as Cian stroked the backs of her thighs. Oriel held her breath as his fingers snaked into the inner part of her thigh and moaned.

“Good girl,” he said.

Oriel’s pussy throbbed. She wanted him to keep talking, to keep ordering her to do things, just so she could hear him say those two delicious words over and over again. “You meanie!” Oriel muttered with a glaring look but her eyes were full of love and thick affection, her expression didn’t seem like she was angry but instead, being coquettish.

“You’re the one at fault, you know. You’ve spoiled this young master so bad, I’ve become bad as well~” he grinned. He slid his entire palm into her thighs and cupped the wet mound within it. Oriel exhaled heavily and shifted against him as he kneaded her flesh.

“Oh? Is that my fault then?” she panted. Her skin pricked, becoming a landscape of goosebumps. Cian’s erection swelled beneath her as he palmed her right cheek.

Cian drew his fingers from the back of her thigh to the underside of her knee, which he tickled, sending shivers along her leg. Oriel twitched in his lap, her belly pushing against his erection as she tried to stifle her laughter.

“Do you want me to make you come?” he asked.

“Yes, my love.” Oriel thought she would die if he didn’t touch her. She felt his other hand touched under and around her sizable breasts, his fingers spending more than an ample amount of time caressing over and lightly pressing into the soft flesh of her orbs.

Teasing soft little murmurs of delight from her throat as she relaxed, letting him know what he was doing was not only welcome but encouraged.

“Say it,” Cian said with a mischievous smile.

“I want you to make me come, Aanuel.” The words fell from her lips like an offering.

“Beg, Sis, beg your brother.” He stroked her pubic hair.

Oriel groaned. Then, suddenly with a flushed expression, her mouth parted; “P-please, make me come, Aanuel. I want you to make me come.”

With those desperate words, Cian’s fingers slid between her folds. He located her clit and began to draw circles over it.

Feeling his actions, Oriel couldn’t help but bit her bottom lip to the point of pain as she struggled not to moan. His touch was delicate, torturous. He weaved his free hand into her hair and pulled.

“If only we didn’t have to be quiet,” Cian said regrettably. However, unfortunately, it was already morning and the servants and slaves should have been roaming around here and there. “You've always been a screamer.”

Oriel gasped and wheezed. Cian wasn’t wrong. He massaged her clit with expert fingers, reading her like his favorite book, knowing when to press harder and when to go softly.

“Will you come for me, sis?” He slipped two fingers inside her. “I’m not going to stop until you do.”

“Yes, Aanuel.” Oriel clutched the bedspread. “I want to come for you.”

Cian grinned as he looks at her extremely submissive sister and fucked her with his fingers, rocking his hips, and pushing his cock against her. Oriel closed her eyes and focused on the pressure between her legs and his hardness beneath her stomach. Cian brought his slick fingertips back to her clit, causing her muscles to clenched tightly. Oriel’s mouth contorted but before she could let out a loud moan, Cian leaned over and block her mouth with his.

In just a few seconds, Oriel came as quietly as she could, panting and grunting, riding out her orgasm until Cian pulled away. “Was that great?” he asked, rubbing at her hot but already wet pussy. Oriel glared at her defiantly and then her hand reached out, rubbing at his crotch, squeezing him.

“Now my turn...”She groped his cock again, feeling it throb.

“Did you think this is enough for me to forgive you…” she purred low, kissing at his ear as he tilted his head back against her shoulder, enjoying the sensation of her bare body pressed to his, soft, save for the hardness of his cock bumping against her muscle-toned abs that seemed to be already eager to battle.

“You had something in mind?” he said, voice a little teasing, able to guess exactly what she was planning.

She smirked a little, running her fingers through his short ashy-colored hair, “I was thinking I go for a ride...”

With a ferocious grin, Oriel leaped at him, her weight hitting him as Cian was forced back onto the bed, the air driven from his chest as he felt the weight of the curved, taller beauty atop of him, giggling as he squirmed under her. Her full breasts pressing into his chest, he could even feel the thick hardness of her plush nipples as they writhed, her hands caressing over his body as she sat up, shimmying her way up to his body.

His wriggling all but stopped as the world went dark, his vision obscured by the plump peaches in front of her. Oriel bit her lip as she settled her thighs either side of his head, pressing his handsome face between her plush, thick ass cheeks.

“Mmm since you want to please my displeasure, now, start licking,” she said her voice eager, impatient, her tight hole pressing down against his mouth as she snaked a hand on her lewd body, wrapping her fingers snugly around her two voluptuous bosoms that could make any men salivate.

Her eyes radiating a certain mischievous glint for what she would let her beloved brother do to her in a moments later.