NOVEL NEXT Chapter 148: Alone in the Carriage
The carriage moved silently through the forest, the shadows of the trees dancing lightly across the wooden walls. Inside, Jax's gaze was fixed on her chest, following the curve of her breasts under the cloak. The young maiden could feel it—the weight of his stare on her body. A soft warmth spread across her cheeks, and her lips parted slightly.
Jax's voice broke the silence, low and soft, almost hypnotic. "How rude… I don't even know your name," he said, his tone provocative, like it was caressing the air between them.
She swallowed, her heart racing, and whispered, "My name… is Lady Seraphina," her voice trembling as she blushed, the name sounding delicate, noble, fragile yet alluring.
Jax tilted his head, a small smile forming on his lips. His gaze lingered on her, intense and hungry, like a wolf eyeing a plump lamb.
He spoke in a deep voice, every word seeming to vibrate in the air around them. She could feel it every subtle vibration tugging at her mind, speeding up her pulse like a spell she couldn't escape from, and didn't want to.
Then Jax slightly extended his hand, and a familiar energy shimmered around him. A silence field, like a soft bubble, enveloped the carriage. The pounding of the horses' hooves, the creak of the wheels, the low movements of the butler everything vanished. They were alone in a suspended, silent world.
He hadn't used it since Manaia, but now he wrapped them in intimacy, completely isolating them from the driver.
The carriage sank into absolute silence, Jax's silence field cutting them off from the driver and the outside world. Yet, in Seraphina's mind, calm was only apparent. Her heart raced, thoughts swirling. Anxiety and arousal tangled together. She didn't want to lose the support of this divine envoy. Though she had never been devout, she knew the gods were powerful, and if their envoy was with them, things could be much easier.
Finally, she gathered courage and broke the silence, her voice barely a whisper. "D… tell me… does your god forbid marriages… or relations between men and women? Like the Goddess of Light…?"
Jax tilted his head, his dark, piercing eyes locked on her. "No," he said calmly, almost smiling. "For the God of Dreams, everything is allowed. No restrictions. Whatever faith allows, and whatever the heart desires, is possible."
Seraphina's face heated, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. She felt Jax's gaze tracing her body, lingering over every curve, every contour. A warm shiver ran down her back, and for the first time, she decided to respond to that tension.
Subtly, she opened her legs under the cloak, just enough to start gathering her dress. The fabric rose, revealing a glimpse of her white lace panties. A soft gasp escaped her lips as heat pooled between her thighs.
"Ah… it's so hot…" she murmured, taking her blouse in both hands and stretching it over her breasts as if to let air flow over them. But in reality, the fabric slipped, leaving her two full, creamy breasts exposed to the light filtering through the carriage windows, firm and perfect.
Jax looked at her calmly. "If you truly believe in the God of Dreams, confess your faith."
Seraphina's voice was thin. "Yes… I've witnessed his power. I believe it, I believe with all my heart."
A dark, playful smile formed on Jax's lips. "Then… we'll test your faith. Tell me… what do you desire most?"
"…to see again," she murmured, a mix of hope and shyness, lowering her head and pressing her hands over her thighs.
Jax nodded slowly, his intense gaze roaming over her naked figure, her soft, warm skin under the carriage light. "You don't need to worry… I've sealed this place. No one can enter or hear us. Now… trust me. Take off all your clothes, show me everything you are."
Seraphina took a deep breath, senses alert. With a small motion, she began undressing, letting each piece of clothing fall to the floor delicately, her breath coming faster, cheeks flushed with anticipation.
Jax extended his hand toward her, gesturing firmly. "Come… approach and take my sacred staff," he said, letting out a soft, mischievous laugh as his hand brushed against what he hid between his legs. "If you kiss it, you can regain your sight."
She hesitated slightly, then, guided by trust in the divine envoy and the desire that had been building from his gaze, she leaned forward. Her lips found the warm, firm shaft of his staff, and a shiver ran through her body, mixing arousal and hope.
Jax held her firmly, controlling every movement, feeling her breathing quicken at the sight of the maiden's surrender. Seraphina opened her mouth, taking Jax's cock into her lips.
She closed her eyes, not from blindness but from ecstasy and focus, concentrating on her faith and the promise of the God of Dreams. She felt the heat of his body, the firm contact, and a current of energy that seemed to flow through her entire being.
Jax smiled with satisfaction, seeing how her obedience and faith became a bridge between them. "Good… keep believing… let your desire and faith unite. Your sight… will be returned if you maintain this devotion."
Holding her hair, he guided Seraphina to continue, never stopping. Despite being a pure, virgin maiden, she had been trained by her mother with a wooden dildo so she would know how to please a man when the time came her mother worried that no one would want her for her blindness, but at least she should know how to give pleasure.
The air in the carriage was thick with tension, soft moans, and ragged breaths, as the maiden, trusting her divine envoy, surrendered completely to the test he had prepared, blending pleasure and miracle into a single, overwhelming experience.
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What do you think of these scenes and the twist toward the divine? Do you like it, dislike it, or does it bother you? Would you prefer a different type of plot? Any feedback is welcome.