Infinite wealth In A New World Chapter 489: A Shared Destiny R-18

Jinx bit her lip and softly groaned as she felt every tender, reverent kiss Ladon laid upon her bare body. For the first time in her life as a feared, cold-blooded assassin of the fifth realm, she felt almost shy. It was an entirely foreign sensation, an instinctual urge that made her want to shield her body from his gaze, but a deeper, unyielding part of her soul also trusted Ladon to… Look at it.

​Was that weird? She didn't know, and honestly, neither did he.

​But with the ancient, intuitive empathy of his draconic lineage, he knew exactly how she was feeling. Somehow, the two were profoundly linked at this exact moment in time. It was only during this specific moment of pure vulnerability that the two became completely linked, as if a weird, invisible spell of distance and running away was finally broken between them. It felt as if a switch had been flipped within their destinies, but neither one of them was complaining as the magic of the Heaven space swirled harmlessly around their unified auras.

​Ladon gazed lovingly down at her as he carefully lined his cock up with her wet, pulsing opening, his face smiling supportively to ease any lingering tension. The supreme ruler of the Dragon Kingdom felt kind of vulnerable too, giving this almost goofy smile as he lined himself up with her, entirely stripping away the terrifying majesty of his emperor persona. Looking up at his uncharacteristic warmth, she softly returned the silly smile.

​With a low breath, he pushed smoothly into her and pressed his heavy body into hers, enjoying the incredible feeling of her silk-like blue skin against his as he firmly grabbed her shoulders, anchoring them together, and moved himself as close to her as he physically could.

​He peppered her neck with small, feather-light kisses, slowly moving his strong hips in a deliberate, controlled arc so he could slowly move his cock in and out of her reviving depths. Over time, Jinx's sharp reflexes adapted seamlessly; she started to deeply understand his rhythm and gracefully moved her own hips to match his thrusts perfectly.

​Neither one of them had to say a single word to the other in the dim light of the cave, and the two fully enjoyed the deeply comfortable silence expanding between them. The two worked together in flawless harmony, their paces naturally quickening along with each other, enjoying the profound, intoxicating effect they had on each other's senses.

​"Urge!"

​"Yes."

​The two began to moan together, the sound echoing softly against the smooth cavern walls. Before long, the mounting pleasure became too much to bear in silence, and the two found themselves locking lips again, deeply exploring each other's mouths as they explored each other's bodies.

​Ladon felt more than pure, physical pleasure coursing through his burning veins. In this sacred space, he felt an overwhelming sense of belonging, enjoyment, contentment, and absolute bliss. He began to truly realize Jinx's unique, intoxicating scent and how incredibly comfortable he felt wrapped in her essence. He memorized the feeling of her skin and how unique it felt compared to anything else in the cosmos, marveling at the intense familiarity of being inside her specifically.

​How long had he felt this way from afar? How long had he wished for this day to come while sitting on his obsidian throne? How long had he dreamed and fantasized about the beautiful, distant assassin? He wasn't entirely sure anymore. He just knew with every fiber of his being that this felt incredibly good, and right, and that he should continue with everything he had—not only for his own climax, but for her ultimate pleasure too.

​"So good, Ladon… " Jinx breathed against his lips, her hands tracing the firm muscles of his back.

​After a few more minutes of passionate yet tender sex, Jinx began to make odd, breathless noises—noises Ladon had never once heard her make in all their years of knowing each other. Her controlled moans broke apart into ragged gasps, and she audibly cried out, using a trembling, completely unguarded voice Ladon had never heard before:

​"Keep going. This exact pace. Please, Ladon, please."

​Ladon was all too happy to oblige her deepest desires. He continued pushing himself completely inside her, over and over, feeling himself become closer to her soul more than he had ever felt before in his life. Jinx responded in kind, her gasps becoming more and more urgent, her body tensing up beneath him as if the incredible sensations she was feeling were entirely foreign to even herself.

​At the same time, Ladon could feel a familiar, unstoppable building up in his own self. While he couldn't find the breath or ability to form actual words amidst the pleasure, he grunted in a low, heavy way Jinx would instantly recognize, and he hoped it would be enough of an indication to her that he was rapidly getting close to the ragged edge of his climax.

​He didn't want to interrupt whatever beautiful experience her body was currently going through, but Ladon knew his own body well enough to know he couldn't stop what was happening. Even so, he watched her body with absolute dedication and complete fascination, watching her beautiful form lose itself entirely to the feelings—with the feelings being infinitely more than just pure, base lust.

​"Yes!!"

​All of a sudden, Jinx's body tensed up perfectly, and she emitted a low, guttural moan at the exact same moment as Ladon slammed himself deeply against her and could feel his massive load building up to a breaking point.

​The pair simultaneously realized what was happening with each other as Ladon started to fully empty himself inside Jinx's pulsating, clenching walls. Ladon had never felt Jinx clench so fiercely against him, and a triumphant smirk spread across his lips. Not only had he made her cum again, but the two came together, sharing an identical peak at this specific, beautiful moment of lovemaking.

​Ladon and Jinx completely surrendered their bodies to the overwhelming feeling of fulfillment, watching it wash through them like a warm, radiant rush of pure happiness and sacred belonging. The two were completely enveloped by their natural lust, but also by the beautiful, grounding feeling of simply being around each other.

​Eventually, Ladon's trembling arms couldn't take his weight anymore, and his muscular body collapsed heavily on top of Jinx's soft frame. Jinx, in an uncharacteristically tender display, began to softly stroke his dark hair and kept slowly encircling her hips beneath him, deeply enjoying the feeling of Ladon still being buried inside her even as the aftershocks of her orgasm gradually subsided.

​Eventually, Ladon lifted his head up just enough to look her directly in the eye. Seeing the sheer happiness reflecting back at them, the two broke out into bright smiles and started laughing softly in the quiet cave. After sharing a hearty, joyful laugh that completely cleared the remaining tension of the trap, the two kissed again—a sweet, lingering seal—and then remained exactly as they were, quietly drinking in the profound peace of the moment.

​To them, this beautiful moment came suddenly under the worst circumstances, but the more Ladon thought about it in the quiet aftermath, the more he realized this moment had probably been building up between them for a very long time now. Or maybe it hadn't. Truth be told, it didn't matter, because he loved her more than his own life.

​Slowly and gently, wanting to preserve her comfort, he finally removed himself from being inside her, collapsing softly on the smooth stone beside her. Even in his profound state of physical exhaustion, he found his hand instinctively snaking its way over to hers, clasping it tightly inside his own, refusing to let her go.

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[Hell Space.]

​While Jinx and Ladon were consumed in lust, love and one another within the deceptive warmth of the Heaven half of the array, Ellen and Perran were currently fighting for their lives in a vastly different nightmare.

​The Hell Space was a domain of absolute, suffocating torment. The sky above was a shattered canvas of bleeding reds and deep voids, and the air itself was razor-sharp, laced with the corrosive malice of the Devil Ruler's ancient magic. Every shadow in this twisted world possessed a lethal, predatory consciousness.

​"Don't worry, Ellen! You are safe!"

​Perran said, his breath coming in ragged, labored gasps as he kept running through a dense forest of rotting, jagged trees. Ellen was held tightly in his arms, pressed firmly against his chest. He moved with the desperate, calculated agility of a seasoned warrior, as he ran from a tree to another, expertly using the huge, petrified trees to hide his shoulder and break the line of sight from the horrors hunting them.

​"You should let me go, I can still fight." Ellen said in a low voice, her grip tightening on his torn shirt as she turned her head to the shadows in the distance, chasing behind them.

​The entities hunting them were not living creatures; they were humanoid manifestations of the void, their bodies absorbing all light and energy. They moved with terrifying silence, gliding over the dead earth like a creeping plague.

​Perran lowered his gaze to her, a genuine, warm smile forming on his face despite the blood trickling from his temple. He was clearly amused with her courage, and the sheer, unyielding will to continue fighting that defined King Sunny's bloodline, but this wasn't the time to fight... Stopping at the moment was akin to death. The sheer numbers of the void shadows would swallow them whole the moment their momentum broke.

​"How do you plan to fight them? Your hand is bleeding, and those guys are completely immune to all magical attacks." He said in a low voice, his mind overriding his exhaustion. He pushed off his back foot, jumping over a massive, thorny bush, landed flawlessly on the dead ground, and shot forward, not even wasting a single second to regain his balance.

​Ellen turned to his face, staring at him with an unknown expression. The adrenaline in her veins couldn't entirely mask the deep, twisting guilt in her chest. She remembered clearly how the ambush happened—the formation was targeted directly on her, a trap meant to erase the Princesses of the Fifth Realm. But Perran had to jumped in without a fraction of hesitation, throwing his body into the spatial tear only to be sucked inside the Hell space alongside her.

​Not only that, he had fought with her for grueling hours in this lightless hell, protecting her continuously from the endless swarms of magic-immune shadows, still they were both injured. Even when heavily injured, his spiritual energy nearly depleted from acting as a physical shield, he still picked her up, and escape, running for minutes now without slowing down.

​She knew he loved her, and his current actions proved he would do anything to protect her. But isn't this a little too much; will he keep going still he gives his life for her? To Perran, her life was worth infinitely more than his own, and he was currently spending his remaining vitality to buy her a few more moments of breath.

​Ellen's eyes burned as she fully realized the crushing weight of his loyalty. She had spent all her time focusing purely on her father's goals, completely blind to the fiercely beating heart of the man willing to bleed out for her in the dark.

​Ellen shook her head fiercely, refusing to accept that this was how their story would end: 'No! You can't die, we won't die.' She thought to herself, her own aura flaring deep within her soul as she prepared to make a stand if his legs finally gave out.