NOVEL NEXT Chapter 226: Insatiable
"Who are you?" Damien asked at last, now feeling fully steady, his legs no longer trembling under him. "And why help me at all?"
Her lips curled seductively. "I am Lyrisa, a lone cultivator from a distant drow world. I've journeyed here seeking treasures to gain strength. There's a competition in my homeland in a month's time, and only the strongest survive."
Damien narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "And what do you want from me?"
Lyrisa stepped closer, her body pressing lightly against his, her full breasts brushing gently against his chest. "An ally. Or perhaps more," she whispered, tracing a delicate finger across his jawline, sending electricity sparking down his spine.
Damien frowned lightly.
Once again, he was in unfamiliar territory.
For all his killing experience, for all the suffering and pain he had experienced, for all the things he had gone through, he was painfully short in experience in one particular aspect of life.
Love, lust and romance.
Lyrisa giggled at Damien's stiffness, instantly recognizing him for the virgin he was.
"Come, let me show you somewhere safe."
She guided him swiftly across the scorched battlefield, moving silently and gracefully until they reached a hidden entrance beneath a roiling volcano.
Heat radiated from the rocky walls as they descended into a hidden cave, protected by strange, powerful magic. It felt like stepping into another world entirely, calm, secure, and completely concealed from prying eyes.
Within moments of entering, Damien felt all tension drain from his body. Lyrisa turned, her alluring figure illuminated by the gentle glow of enchanted stones embedded in the walls. Her dark eyes smoldered with a burning desire as she approached him, hips swaying hypnotically.
"You've piqued my interest, handsome monkey king." she purred, her voice dripping with invitation. Her fingers slipped beneath his shirt, caressing the newly healed flesh beneath, her touch igniting a different, deeper kind of fire within him.
Damien's pulse quickened as she pressed against him, her warmth enveloping him completely.
"What are you trying to do?" Damien asked hoarsely.
He knew, of course. But at the same time, what did he really know? Nothing.
"Shhh. No talking for this next part…" Lyrisa whispered, rising onto her toes to kiss him. Her fingers were already working with practiced ease, loosening the straps of her light armor, slipping the fabric from her shoulders.
Their lips met with fire. Passion ignited instantly, fierce and consuming. Her hands moved over him with confidence and hunger, every touch leaving sparks in their wake. Damien pulled her closer, matching her urgency, their bodies fitting together with an ease that made thought irrelevant.
Clothes slipped away like water, the distance between them melting into heat and skin and breath. There were no walls left, no roles, no questions. Only the rising rhythm of two souls locked in shared desire.
Her skin was soft, impossibly smooth against his, and every inch of contact sent shivers through him. Her breasts, full and sensitive, pressed firmly against his chest as she arched into him with a needy moan, her breath hot and ragged in his ear.
"Come in… Ngg!"
Her moan was muffled against his shoulder, body tightening around him as he entered her slowly, deliberately. Her nails dug into his back, her hips rising instinctively to meet his, and her breath shuddered out in a half-gasp, half-laugh.
She pulled him in deeper, their rhythm building as their bodies moved together in perfect synchrony, every motion steeped in heat, hunger, and the silent promise of something far more intimate than battle or alliance.
Damien was caught off guard by the intensity of her desire, the sheer hunger in every movement. Her moans rose steadily, musical and wild, echoing through the cave as her hips met his in an accelerating rhythm.
Each motion sent waves of heat through them both, their bodies moving in perfect unison. Damien felt her energy intertwine with his own, the power within her pulsing into him with every gasp and cry of pleasure.
She cried out his name, her voice trembling as her body shuddered with release, and in that moment, Damien felt a violent surge erupt in his core.
His death energy didn't just refill, it expanded, refined, evolved. He felt it pouring through him like a tidal wave, his circuits glowing from the inside out.
His breath caught as the pleasure fused with the power, the high of their union transforming into something transcendental.
"Dual Cultivation." A thought appeared in his mind unbidden as he pounded her body again and again, causing her to moan louder and louder.
He gazed down at her beautiful face and sensual body, their movements still locked in rhythm and fire, as pleasure and magic surged with every breath they shared.
Her moans, breathy and desperate, were like a chant of power laced with passion, each one feeding the storm of energy between them. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust and gasp pushing their spirits higher, until their fused energies created a resonance so fierce that the very cave walls shimmered with the echo of their union.
Lyrisa collapsed against him at last, her body warm and trembling, her lips brushing lazily against his collarbone.
Damien lay back, stunned by the sensation still rippling through him. His power had grown. His senses were sharper. And her touch lingered, branding something in him deeper than magic.
"Welcome to my world, Damien," she whispered with a sleepy grin, tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Together, we shall conquer everything that lies ahead."
The night passed in a blur of passion and whispered moans, their bodies entwining again and again as desire flared anew each time.
They explored one another fully, their movements shifting from slow intensity to frantic urgency, changing positions as easily as their breath quickened.
Lyrisa was wild and insatiable, her confidence unshaken, her body a masterful instrument of both pleasure and dominance. Damien, though still recovering, found himself rising to match her rhythm every time, driven by more than lust, by the strange, growing bond between them.
And by the strange manner his power grew each time he brought her to a shuddering climax.