V2 Chapter 95

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“I will seek for true freedom. The one that makes me do as I wish. No one above me, no one against me; I don’t know if it’s about standing above the world, like a King…like a God. But it should be closer than that. And of course, I will seek for the answer for that, myself….slowly and passionately,”

Aanue nudged Oriel’s chin up with his thumb, and her lips parted with a sharp intake of breath. And then he saw it. The gentle rise and fall of her naked chest in front of his eyes—the soft rose in her cheeks, the skittish look in her eyes, flitting to his lips and then quickly away. Then, his gaze gentled, taking in the vulnerability in her eyes, the fear in her face, and all he wanted to do was hold her, reassure her.

Oriel was looking at him the same. She traced the edge of his jawline with her eyes. He must have felt her gaze for as she reached his temples, he looks down to face her at eye level. His intense, and beautiful different colored eyes that looked like shining jewels in the dim light, found hers for a moment before she was able to look elsewhere, pretending to have been in the process of averting her attention, not wanting to give in to him.

She felt herself blush all the same for being spotted. She attempted to ignored Aanuel’s heated gaze boring on her as she stared at the pile of papers in the table not so far away, that, of course, did not require any actual attention. Though her eyes were somewhere else, she didn’t doubt that Aanuel, staring at her was grinning.

It was a stifling mood covering them, but there was an unfamiliar heat beginning to burn from somewhere deep inside her. Oriel couldn't help but bit her lips--anticipating of what was to come.

“…all said and done, all I want is that for you to not worry about me, Sis. I would never die… I promise you that. I can never leave you, cannot leave the twisted, yet extremely interesting things that this warped world has to offer. I don’t want to miss anything. Believe me, that is all you need to do. To believe, to hope and wait for me, to bring this world into its knees and take you up into that sky of freedom…which I will gladly do so, all for your sake.”

As if under a spell, his gaze was drawn to her lips, parted and full, and the sound of Oriel’s shallow breathing filled Aanuel with a fierce longing.

He advanced towards her until the space separating them was minimal.

Aanuel raised his hand and caressed her cheek. The tips of his fingers were cool, but a certain warmth swelled from his palm as it connected with her skin. She felt herself yield to his advance and brought her own hand up to meet his and affirm her consent.

Reaching up towards his neck, she traced her hand along the length of his exposed sexy collarbone. A sudden wave of conviction had washed over her as she pressed her touch around it and pulled herself upright to meet him. She breathed in an aroma she had gotten to love and the scent that will always make her body longed for his touch and lingered at that moment before slowly moving her lips towards his.

There comes a point where the physical magnetism tends to take over, allowing the poles to snap together as nature intended, despite not wanting to. This was one of those moments. She felt his smirk of satisfaction give way to the cool tingle of an anticipation mint.

With her left hand still anchored on his neck, the other wrapped around the back of his head. She was so high at that moment that the thought of letting go gave her a sensation of vertigo. His arms reassured her safety as he wrapped them around her waist.

Aanuel reciprocates her desire as he ran his fingers through her hair, rubbing her scalps gently. As she resigned her head to his embrace, he gave the base of her skull a gentle, yet deliberate squeeze. Feeling Aanuel’s warm and loving touch, Oriel’s right hand moved from cradling his head to the back of his neck along the curvature of his strong spine. She sneaked her hand under his coat, and after a moment of deliberate hesitation, firmly grasped the flesh of his butt through his dark pants, pulling him towards her. Her eyes already glazed due to the desire surging through her.

This time Aanuel pulled her back in as well and held her in a steam-filled embrace.

The ground felt weak beneath her feet as Oriel tried to compose herself and gathered her resolve to continue this escapade. He’d be off soon and she needed this to keep her company until his return. Tears fell unannounced, and she brushed them away with the back of her hand.

“Whoa, what’s wrong, love?” Aanuel saw her teary eyes and frowned in worry.

“I’m frightened ’tis all.”

“Frightened, for what?”

“For you, Aanuel. I don’t want you to leave, indeed I admit. I want you to stay with me always—I want you to be with me, in each passing day.”

“You’re really silly…and also foolish.”

Aanuel held her even tighter as if trying to absorb her into his body.

Oriel felt suffocated by his embraced but she didn’t struggle and endured it, wanting to feel his entire warmth against her. Aanuel smiled affectionately and moved a stray lock of her blonde hair off her forehead and caressed the side of her face.

“It’s just a short while… after that time; I will see you again and be with you. I might even do whatever you want me to do that time…of course, only once as a reward for your wait,” Aanuel chuckled.

“Whatever?”

“Reckon I got to do things properly. Carrot and the stick, they say. At the very least, I need to show my lady, a wonderful compensation for her worries, or else I might get struck by lightning. Don't you think so?”

A confident grin reflected in her eyes.

She guffawed at that but was thrilled as he held her hands and his heterochromatic eyes shone brightly with the love in his heart.

Oriel blushed at the sudden, frustrated moan she hadn’t meant to make.

Her pulse pounded in her ears.

“The only way you can beat my crazy was by doing something crazy yourself so that we will be perfect for each other. Don’t you think so?”

In slow motion, Aanuel bent toward Oriel, closing his eyes to caress her mouth with his own.

A weak gasp escaped her as Oriel let out a moan, so did Aanuel. The taste of her lips was far more than he bargained for, and he drew her close with a raspy groan. With a fierce hold, he cupped the back of her neck and kissed her deeply, gently, possessive in his touch. His fingers twined in her hair, desperate to explore. And then all at once, beyond his comprehension, her body melded to his with an answering groan, and Aanuel was pleased when her mouth rivaled his with equal demand.

Giving her passionate kiss of a lover, Aanuel then slipped into the curve of her waist and eventually down to her hip, which he gripped with the intensity of a mountain climber.

He slipped his cool fingertips and grazed the skin on her lower back. Her sharp inhalation of a gasp betrayed her approval. She tried to pull away but Aanuel pulled her back in towards him, and their hips rolled and flowed into each other like two waves meeting at sea.

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His hand then moved unflinchingly down between them until it found the space between her legs, where he traced the smoothness of her legs towards her inner thigh. Once he reached the crook of her groin, he passed his hand gently over the periphery of her labia. The warmth from his palm encouraged a localized tingling sensation at the tip of her clitoris.

Her moaned entered Aanuel’s mouth as they continued to kiss passionately. Her whole body fidgeting as he palmed her entire vulva as one would a ripe mango; firmly enough so as not to drop it, but with a gentleness that would never dare to bruise or break the skin.

“Aanue……nnmchu……chu………aaahnn!”

Oriel moaned loudly as Aanuel suddenly broke off the kiss.

He then nuzzled into the crook of her neck, and she felt the energy building in her clit surge along her lips towards her perineum and back again.

Her eyes closed, and her head rolled back as he slid his hand down again under her panties. He allowed his touch to linger with appreciation on her triangular patch of hair for a moment before moving gingerly towards the final destination.

Before putting his finger on anything, in particular, he did a general sweep of the area. Like a blind man taking in a work of art, he used his hands to see the blood flowing towards the tips of his fingers, her labia swelling and her clit throbbing in response to the light pressure. He softly separated her labia with his index finger to release a swell of wetness that had been growing since the moment he put his hand on her, which was met by a quiet scoff of excitement.

Aanuel pressed his nose a little deeper into Oriel’s exposed neck and breathed in her racing pulse. Desire licked through him, searing his body and then his conscience. “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” He grinned cheekily, causing Oriel to glare at him with a coquettish gaze. “... And I know you know where you can find that someone skillful,”

“Ho? Then, please advise,” Oriel bit her lips but she tried to calm her rapid breathing.

Victory flashed in Aanuel’s eyes.

“You’re looking at him, love,”

As the warm air from his lips traced the same heated path across the other side of Oriel’s upturned face, she let out a slow, shuddering breath. But she didn’t break away. She could not. She wanted his skin touching hers perhaps even more than he did.

Finally, his mouth returned to its original position, a mere finger’s breadth from hers.

“You’re a cruel one, you know that…” She said as she felt Aanuel’s hand leaving her drenched pussy when she was already about to reach the apex of pleasure. Her voice and dissatisfied face held a bit of resentment on them.

“'Cruel’ is a relative term, sis. A starving lion killed and eat a rabbit. To that poor rabbit, the lion is cruel for depriving it of its life. But for the lion that was starving, it would be cruel for the rabbit if it managed to escape. I’m just used to being the lion.”

“And you say that in front of me…?” Oriel furrowed her brows, showing displeasure. “So you are saying I’m a rabbit now?”

Aanuel leaned closer to Oriel until his hips tilted at hers and the tips of her breasts rubbed against the bleached linen of his shirt. Aanuel then coasted his open mouth just above her flushed cheek, his breath steaming against the curve of her cheekbone and the dip below her earlobe, the length of her exposed neck.

Oriel’s tone was full of annoyance from being called a rabbit but her traitorous body writhed between the hard walls, which unbeknownst to her, she was already pushed back against the wall just beside the door before she realized it, and the even harder youth before her.

“Well, you’re my very own cute rabbit—my poor rabbit that whether I like it or not, would be a wreck, 'cause she'd always be worrying that I was going to die after I’m gone, yet so proud of the man I'd become. And for better or for worse, she'd be wildly conflicted, which would only make her more crazy about me.”

“You’re so sure of yourself,” Oriel scoffed.

“What? Am I wrong…?” Aanuel asked with a mischievous smile.

“That’s what I hate about you—asking questions when you already know the answer,”

Oriel muttered with a fed-up expression.

“People says that it’s what makes me charming~”

“And I can’t say I disagree…just that, I don’t know what to say—perhaps, something like, you’re a jerk as always,”

“Apparently, that is the correct term as I'm well-known for being volatile, self-obsessed, and don't play well with others. Aanuel Heretarium Vorn Stormfury, Second Prince of the Dreadstorm Empire–just as the appearance suggests – uncivilized, savage, vulgar, brutal, and hedonistic—at your service~”

“That, I did know.” Oriel sighs. Then, suddenly her ears moved and before she knew it, like a thief she scooted over the door and secretly opens a crack, peeking out. It seems like she had already forgotten that she was barely naked right now and she was only in her underwear. Or probably, she had already lost interest in covering them.

Seeing her actions, “What are you doing?” Aanuel can’t help but ask.

He found Oriel’s action extremely comical.

“Hush!” Oriel turned around and made a silencing gesture, “…you need to be quiet. If people discovered you are here, it’ll be bad!”

You gotta be joking, his the dignified Second Demon Prince—why would he lose face?

However seeing her state of apprehension, Aanuel suddenly felt it was very interesting, he raised his eyebrow and asked: “Are you worried about me?”

Oriel was busy keeping a lookout, even if she didn’t want to, she had to: “Nonsense, if I don’t care about you who would care about you?!”

The person behind her remains silent, then a moment later, he asked: “You worry about me because you love me very much?”

“Nonsense, if I don’t love you, who will love you?”

The smile on Aanuel was becoming even wider as his eyes twinkled in pure happiness.

“Are you currently making a love confession to me?”

“Nonsense, if I’m not making a love confession to you, who would I be saying it to?” She paused for a bit then her face turned red all the way down to her neck.

She heard a soft chuckle behind her and she was sure who it was coming from. This caused her expression to become even more flushed. This scoundrel…!

Although she wasn’t embarrassed in admitting her love to him, sometimes it’s kinda shameful, you know!

Especially if it’s done this way.

She bit her lips and was about to turn around; when—

“Sister,”

The voice behind her suddenly becomes very gentle, the distance between closed in, the tension in the air was very sexual. And before she knew it, a pair of arms appeared from each side of her waist, and a warm wall pressed against her back—

Aanuel had hugged her from behind.

Leaning against the door in front of her, she then felt him leaning his body into hers from the back. Braced by his frame and anchored by the wall, she could simultaneously feel the surge of his arousal in front of her—

“Yeah……” She muttered, her voice trembling but she was afraid to turn around.

“Sis.” He muttered once again, taking a hold of her waist, he pulls her into his arms. His words seemed to vibrate through her, low and thick in the air. She shuddered, and the force of his savage look trapped all protest in her throat.

Oriel stretched out her hand to touch her face, her temperature was hot enough to boil an egg!

“This is quite risky—” Oriel said to warn him about their current situation. But deep down, she felt better than when she’d been paranoid, but seemed reluctant to reciprocate Aanuel’s enthusiasm when, with a child-like sensation of wanting to be loved and cared for by her, her own desire was also slowly being stimulated.

“Sister.”

He called out for the third time, resting his face on her neck; he carefully smelt her body odor, holding her hand a little tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his body. Although there was no particular wonderful and flowery smell, and in fact, she smelled a bit of sweat—still, her scent aroused him to no end.

He was certain that he didn’t have any smell fetish in his settings, but he was fond of smelling Oriel’s smell as if it was cocaine, addicting.

“Sis, I also love you.” he declared softly.

Hearing his voice whispering into her ears, the gentle waves penetrated her eardrums, striking each nerve on her body. Oriel froze in place, letting his kiss wander from her neck slowly to her ear lobes, gently sealing his lips causing her body to slightly tremble; her chest had a crisp numb feeling.

As if her body was emerged in a deep pool, slowly sinking, first it was her body, then her heart. As Oriel was feeling it, at this moment, Aanuel’s strong hands began to glide up and down her back, across Oriel’s ribcage, and finally to her chest. He cuddled her breast from behind and using his thumb to enjoy the metal balls on either side of her nipple.

The contrast was pleasant.

Hard against soft, slick next to silky.

Oriel’s breasts were definitely larger than Ruka’s and while he was leaning against her, Oriel also felt his third leg swell up and poke against her rear end. Along with that, he kissed and deliciously licked her neck, making Oriel’s sullen mood from a few seconds ago disappear in an instant. He then bent down, his lips against her cheek, brushing it lightly—and still, that light touch sent shivers through her nerves, shivers that made Oriel’s whole body tremble.

"If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. When she still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of her temple. "…Or now." He traced the line of her cheekbone. "…Or now." His lips were against hers.

His kiss gradually moved along her neck, climbing up towards Oriel’s face, landing right atop her little lips and slid his tongue inside. Both of their tongues entwined with each other. Standing behind her and touches her in a way that always gets her hot, Oriel’s reason and worries are disappearing in an instant.

"Or—"

But she had turned over her head towards him, and the rest of his words were lost against her mouth. Any uncertainty vanished. Oriel had never wanted someone so badly, buttressed by knowing he felt the same way.

He kissed her gently, carefully, but it wasn’t gentleness she wanted, not now, not after all this time, and she knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled her, gathering her against him, tangled together, still kissing.