Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power Chapter 404: Meeting with the First Celestial [1]
Chapter 404 – Meeting with the First Celestial [1]
Sophie climbed onto Dancer, gazing at his features, so stunning that she still found it hard to accept she had him cradled in her arms.
It defied understanding, since she'd never encountered beauty of that magnitude in any male or female.
She truly questioned whether even the legendary angels could match his allure.
The day Dancer entered her world remained etched in her memory forever. Yet this instant, confronting the man before her, wasn't about reliving the past.
It demanded action.
Sophie could no longer restrain the surge of desire overwhelming her thoughts, igniting fiery pulses throughout her frame and causing a thrilling ache between her thighs.
Dancer smiled broadly. And Sophie claimed his lips hungrily, kissing him like he alone sustained her existence.
Her fingers clutched his locks firmly, drawing him in with careful tenderness, as though wary of causing him pain.
She began shifting her form languidly yet with burning impatience over Dancer's supple legs. A muffled groan escaped her, silenced by her fervent assault on her partner's mouth.
The air in the chamber crackled with intensity. Echoes of sighs — of labored gasps and desperate, uneven inhales that pleaded for air their lungs denied — wove a seductive haze of passion into the room's ancient stone depths.
Sophie reached unprecedented peaks of arousal, and Dancer refused to lag. His expertise shone through in the skilled wanderings of his palms over Sophie's bare skin.
The way he nuzzled her throat, nipped at her pointed ears, fondled her tail with affection, and explored her intimate areas.
He proceeded deliberately, but the thrill it sparked was unlike anything Sophie had known before.
"I-I can't hold back anymore," she whimpered, brows touching, sweat droplets sliding along her skin, bosom heaving, her right palm already reaching for Dancer's manhood.
"I want it, Dancer."
"Then take it," he replied with a smirk.
Sophie nibbled her bottom lip, her gaze clouding with intense bliss. She seized Dancer's shaft and directed it to her slick entrance.
A sharp intake of breath hit her as her head tilted back upon feeling the head of his member graze her folds. Sophie quivered, then plunged down—!
Tok! Tok! Tok!
"Mother, I need to talk to you!"
The erotic charge in the room evaporated as abruptly as a mortal's demise.
Sophie's narrow blue eyes bulged, astonishment racing through her like a thunderstrike.
In a blur quicker than a fleeting idea, she dismounted Dancer, her core still leaking with arousal, mouth compressed in irritation.
She had donned her undergarments and gown by the time Dancer's murmur reached her ears.
"Not today, then?" His tone brimmed with playful mirth.
Sophie swore under her breath, "Not today, my love. But I'll summon you or visit soon! I swear it, Dancer."
She whipped her head around to face him, spotting him fully attired, poised at the sill of the wide-open window, set to vanish.
The handsome figure offered her a grin, then...
"Next time. And hopefully without interruptions."
With that, he leaped out, vanishing from view as swiftly as he'd arrived.
Sophie's stare lingered on the gaping window when the door to her chamber burst open with evident urgency.
Her gentle, affectionate, wistful look dissolved. In its stead, an icy, unyielding mask formed as she regarded the intruder.
The chamber's sensual, heated vibe dispersed on the breeze rushing through the window.
"What is it, Bari?" Sophie snapped, eyeing the First Fang. "I've warned you repeatedly to stop—!"
"I know! I know!" Bari snarled. "Next time, I won't barge in unless you say so, mother! But now, I require your aid."
"The ring! I need that ring, mother! Otherwise, Father will end me!"
Sophie Adelina Fenrir — First Wife of King Fenrir and First Queen of the Wolves Kingdom — stared at her boy with widening eyes.
"Say that once more?" she snarled, her presence flaring outward. "Who dares threaten my son's life?"
Abruptly, her desire faded, leaving her intimacy parched as dust.
...
At the same time, in the heart of the Celestial Empire, buried deep in Asterion City, the coronation ceremony progressed.
The populace buzzed with delight. A full day of celebrations free from labor or worries was something they'd anticipated eagerly for ages.
Now, it arrived thanks to The Celeste's benevolence.
A holiday crafted for everyone's pleasure. And they reveled in it fully.
Throughout the avenues, ornaments bloomed, draping the paths and the metropolis in gleaming gold. It dazzled relentlessly.
Many donned golden attire, joining the day's motif, while some ignored the trend.
Sustenance and beverages flowed without cost. Scores of revelers shared a single vessel before its intended drinker even sampled it.
Gales of merriment rang out, and images of Sora Asterion rose high on stands.
It formed a mesmerizing spectacle.
Still, even in the midst of revelry, murmurs persisted. In fact, the joyful gusts sweeping everywhere only sped the spread of those whispers.
"Heard about Silver City?" one murmured softly.
"That place is jinxed, man! Wiped out twice! How's that possible?"
"I got a different tale. Yeah, yeah. Curious? Fine. Those fools grabbed some silvers, eh?" an elderly fellow remarked, flashing a gap-toothed leer.
"Silvers?" someone roared in disbelief. "Rip-off! Total scam!"
"My intel's spot on, it is! 'Cause," the dark-smiled man chuckled, his voice grating like rusty wheels on stone, "I was right there! I witnessed Him! I saw Her! I beheld Them, I swear! I swear! I saw it all!!"
He pounded the table repeatedly where inebriated folks with foul breaths and foggy heads gathered.
"Spill it, old timer! Who? Who are They?"
"He struck like a crimson streak, yeah! On my life! And her! Gods, I caught no glimpse! But fear! I felt terror! My own and the world's horrors in her! Believe me!"
"Yet a champion he proved! Since he rescued us! And terrifying as she appeared, she slaughtered those wolves! She did it with flowers, I swear!"
"And get this?" another hissed. "Word is, they acted for the new Empress. The Sun's Sovereign! The Moon's Slayer!"
"The Moon's Slayer? Ha, what a rank name. I dig it, though! Yeah, I dig it!"
"What do you call Them? Maybe—!"
Such chatter continued, laced with fabrications and tall tales, but legends often sparked in just such chaotic gatherings.
As this unfolded, within Asterion Castle, Sora Asterion, clad in her regal imperial garb, positioned herself before a vortex churning with diverse celestial forces.
Her parents lingered at her back, watching her with evident eagerness.
"Remember your words and their delivery," Luminary counseled, his fiery brows knitting severely. "You'll stand before a deity."
Every ascension of a Celestial Empire's leader included one ritual...
"Enter. The god Aster, the First Celestial, Heart of the Sun, Mind of the Moon, and Body of Stars..."
He halted, and Sora's frame stiffened instinctively, her right fingers clutching a hidden pendant under her attire.
"...awaits you within."
—End of Chapter 404—