Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power Chapter 441: Well, boys?
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Chapter 441 – Well, boys?
"I am sorry for your grandmother." The elderly man with wolf-like traits, his hair fully silvered by advanced age, uttered, his gaze brimming with compassion and grief.
He directed those words toward the upright Loup.
Loup remained silent — he simply couldn't respond — his stare locked onto the dark gauntlets featuring protruding needles from the knuckles, now placed upon his palms.
Tremors wracked his frame.
They found themselves within Fenrir's Workshop, specifically on the bottom level — the smithy area — under the direct oversight of Daggy Fenrir herself.
Scorching heat battered Loup from every direction.
Though he'd arrived merely five minutes prior, perspiration soaked his features, his tattered white garment clinging snugly to his lean torso.
White, lingering at the rear, appeared utterly unaffected. He wandered about, arms clasped behind him, eyeing the wall-mounted artifacts with boyish intrigue laced with subtle scorn.
Loup wasn't entirely certain, yet he believed the ashen youth whispered something regarding the Architect's superiority.
Shaking off the distraction, he concentrated on his new gear. Even without a trial, he sensed these were crafted specifically for him.
Tearing his gaze away, he fixed it on the smith before him.
Confusion etched deeply into Loup's expression,
"How?" he inquired, tone laced with uncertainty and a hint of fear, "How did my grandmother possess the funds to order something from this very workshop?"
Loup lacked knowledge in numerous areas, but all in Fenrir recognized this workshop as the cherished domain of Daggy Fenrir, the Second Queen.
Rumors held that she and her daughter frequented it often, rendering it a highly coveted source for purchases.
Only a select few ever succeeded.
Thus, how had his grandmother managed it?
The elder merely offered a melancholic smile in response, "Ah, well," he faltered, glancing about sheepishly, "You may not realize it, young wolf, but your grandmother was quite the stunning woman."
"What does that mean?" Loup scowled, nearly snarling.
"It means," White chuckled, positioning himself next to Loup, "that these nifty gadgets came your way solely because this near-death geezer fancied your grandmother. She must've been a real looker. Though, Loup, it seems you didn't inherit her looks."
Loup shot him a shadowy look.
White brushed it off and tilted his head up, gazing at the smith, "Am I correct, old timer?"
The smith offered no reply, merely directing a stern glower at White.
The revelation startled Loup, though he dismissed it quickly.
With a tentative nod, he expressed gratitude to the smith and departed the workshop, White shadowing his steps.
Yet, upon stepping outside, as a breeze tousled their locks, both came to a sudden stop.
Their sights landed on the female figure advancing ahead, her gaze icy.
Possessing lupine characteristics, raven tresses, and golden predatory eyes, she stood tall, her form endowed with sinews that might stir jealousy in any male.
Clad in a red workout outfit revealing ample skin, Jade Fenrir, offspring of the Second Queen, strode directly their way.
Panic seized Loup at once. His eyes flickered wildly, seeking a potential hiding spot.
But prior to any idea forming, Jade arrived and breezed by without further notice.
Save for a fleeting peek at the grinning White.
Moments later, they swiveled to watch the workshop entrance shut. Jade had vanished.
Loup lingered in a stupor, his pulse racing wildly. A peculiar flush colored his cheeks, unrelated to the blazing sun above.
"What?" White murmured, tilting his head, "Don't tell me it's love at first sight?" Amusement colored his tone.
At that, the youthful wolf silently damned the pallid lad and pressed onward, his thoughts replaying Jade's aloof yet captivating visage.
’Snap out of it, Loup! Stay sharp! Vengeance awaits.’ He scolded inwardly, veering into a side street, ’But still...’
His heartbeat quickened further.
’The tales held truth! The Second Queen and her daughter indeed visit that workshop.’
Oddly, Loup started pondering more frequent trips to the workshop.
’Just for acquisitions. Perhaps... perhaps I could pick up blacksmithing? Yeah, why not?’ A silly grin spread across his face.
White regarded him with contempt, "I question if the Seer was wise in suggesting we enlist you." He grumbled.
"Quiet, you effeminate brat!"
White grinned, "Don't say you've fallen for me as well? Sadly, you're not my preference."
Loup snarled an oath and hastened his pace away.
White burst into laughter.
...
At the same time, Dancer occupied the workshop's top level.
A massive hammer rested against the wall, etched with golden runes, beside a broad anvil of mysterious alloy, flames roaring intensely.
The chamber blazed with intense warmth, though not solely from the blaze. Not precisely.
Such fervor didn't stem from ordinary flames. At least, not those that scorch the body.
Rather, it seared the very soul.
A grin tugged at Dancer's lips as he peered downward. There, kneeling, knelt Daggy Fenrir, the Second Queen of the Wolves Kingdom, enveloping his enormous shaft with her lips.
She resembled her daughter Jade closely, yet boasted greater bulk and a more savage demeanor.
A mark marred her left eye — stretching from brow to jaw — but it failed to dim her feral golden stare.
She embodied the sort of female no one would dare near due to her chilling, murderous presence.
And yet, she knelt there, lids shut in ecstasy, lavishing attention on Dancer's member in reverent fashion.
The erotic noises stoked a devouring blaze within them both, syncing with the hearth's snapping flames.
"I am going to come." Dancer rumbled, tone thick with desire, clutching a handful of Daggy’s dark strands to plunge further into her throat.
Yet, the Queen smirked and withdrew. A soft pop echoed as her lips released Dancer's rigid, throbbing length.
He let out a frustrated moan, "Again?"
"You’ve been absent from me for quite some time." Daggy remarked, tracing her lips slick with his essence, rising gradually to reveal her imposing stature.
Looming over Dancer.
"I don’t wish you to release in my mouth this time," she added, gripping his shaft firmly, "I crave it within me, Dancer."
"It’s not the moment." Dancer replied, scanning the surroundings, "And this spot isn’t suitable. Let’s head to your private chambers."
Daggy let out a sharp laugh.
"In the very chamber where my husband and I spend our nights?"
"Well, darling, when was the last time you actually shared a night with him?"
Daggy tilted Dancer’s chin upward with one finger. She flashed her pointed fangs in a smirk, "The final occasion was when I conceived Jade."
"How old is your daughter?"
"Twenty years, my dear."
"The King must be quite occupied."
"Indeed, he is. Tied up in his plots. Which is why I occupy myself with you." Daggy snickered, "So, my love, I’ve anticipated this day for ages. Let’s—!"
"MOTHER!!!!"
Jade’s furious, contorted shout thundered.
Mere instants later, the chamber door suffered a mighty pound. It groaned and shook, barely enduring.
Still, Daggy and Dancer coldly grasped that it wouldn’t withstand another blow.
Dancer’s reflexes flared.
"Run!!" Daggy hissed urgently.
No need for repetition. The striking man swiftly adjusted his trousers and bolted for the ajar window.
"FUCK MOTHER! OPEN THE GODDAMNED DOOR!"
Jade’s frenzied power shattered the barrier, and the furious maiden stormed in through debris of timber and metal shards.
Her eyes locked on her mother immediately, burning with annoyance and vexation.
"Jade! How many—!"
Jade’s senses perked — ears and nostrils twitching. She whipped her head leftward, catching sight of Dancer vaulting from the window.
Her thoughts and drives ignited fiercely; she surged to the opening, pursuing him.
"JADE!" Daggy bellowed.
But Jade had already leaped out. Without pause, the Second Queen pursued,
"I WILL KILL THIS GIRL!!"
...
"Oho! This is bad!" Dancer exclaimed, detecting Jade's rapid chase.
The maiden yelled commands for him to halt or face assault.
Dancer paid no heed. He accelerated, presenting only his rear as he darted through narrow paths endlessly.
Uncertain of the distance covered, as he rounded yet another corner, Dancer’s eyes bulged upon colliding with a pair of youths.
"Oh Cupid’s cursed arrow!" He swore, tumbling onto them.
"Who are you!" Loup shouted, shoving the attractive stranger aside.
White chuckled, "Well, aren’t you in a hurry?"
Yet their complexions drained of color upon sensing the ground fracturing and the roar of a wrathful female,
"STOP, I SAID!"
Dancer offered Loup and White a sheepish grin. The duo stood blameless, but in that instant, all recognized their dire straits.
And Dancer realized he’d ensnared the unwary in his mess.
"Well, boys, we stop or not?"
Loup sprang up first and fled on impulse, Dancer trailing, with White soon joining amid uneasy giggles.
This time, his mirth carried tension.
—End of Chapter 441—