Re: Tales of the Rune-Tech Sage

CH374 Phoenix – Dragon Convergence II

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"You wouldn't." Alex frowned.

"I will." Zora gazed imperiously at him. "What? Do you really think you can command this Empress?"

Hearing her refer to herself as Empress, Alex immediately understood her game. He decided to play along.

He cracked his neck and stretched, letting his limbs loosen.

"Forgive me, my Empress. But it seems this humble serf of yours will have to be… rough tonight."

"Oh…? You think you can," Zora said, a sly smile spreading across her face.

Her cold mana swirled around her, dropping the room's temperature by several degrees.

Alex's flame mana responded instinctively, coiling around him as a shield, countering the chill.

"The cold and moisture radiating from you tells me you need… a 'deep' warming up. What kind of serf would I be if I didn't oblige…"

[Dragon Kumite: Burst]!

In an instant, a surge of mana propelled Alex forward, covering the distance between them in a blink.

"…even if I must do so… forcefully."

Zora thrust out a palm to strike, but Alex ducked beneath it effortlessly, manoeuvring behind her. His fingers shot to her sides, unleashing a precise attack that bypassed all her defences.

"Haha! Stop… haha!" Zora gasped, arching weakly under the onslaught.

Seeing his attack had succeeded and temporarily drained her strength, Alex lifted her smoothly and guided her down onto the bed.

The impact was perfectly controlled—just enough to prevent her from regaining strength immediately, yet not enough to cause any injury.

Alex loomed over her, his gaze domineering as Zora lay limply on the bed. Even in her 'weakened' state, her eyes burned with defiance.

"You dare put… your hands… on this Empress," she panted, words barely escaping between breaths.

Her defiance did nothing to dampen Alex's mood. If anything, it spurred his instinct to dominate her further.

He grinned, pulling down his necktie, swiftly stripping off his clothes to reveal the mighty weapon concealed between his thighs.

Alex's Dragon Spear stood fully revealed, long and imposing, its girth and presence so commanding that Zora froze at the sight.

Sensing its prey, Alex's Dragon Spear twitched, urging its owner forward, to claim its first victory—the first of many to come.

Alex obliged.

He advanced, taking advantage of Zora's frozen stare at his mighty, girthy weapon to strip away her clothes.

"What are you doing…? Keep that beast away from me!" Zora 'protested', though the allure in her eyes told a very different story.

Alex tore away the final piece of thin fabric, revealing the Ice Queen's peachy treasure.

Indeed, contrary to her words, she was thoroughly ready, moist and receptive to his formidable shaft.

Alex lifted his gaze to meet hers, eyes heavy with desire.

"Beast?" he smirked, leaning close to whisper into her ear. "Don't worry. Soon, you'll be begging to get your hands on this beast always."

The effect was immediate. The thin, slick lines of her arousal fluid ran freely from her peach cave, staining the bed beneath them.

Alex wasted no time. Barely holding his own composure, he guided his Dragon Spear to the entrance of her peach cave, then thrust forward.

"Ah...!"

A moan and groan escaped their lips as the mighty shaft thrust into the narrow cave, which was barely able to contain its girth.

Yet before it could go deeper, it struck an infernal gate— unyielding and threatening to block its advance.

Alex glanced at the woman panting with lust beneath him. He leaned in for a gentle kiss, but Zora would have none of it. She wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him close, and kissed him fiercely.

Alex of course returned her fervour without hesitation.

While her attention was on the kiss, the Dragon Spear drew in his blood and energy. Smaller draconic forms snaked along its length, swelling its girth further.

Now in berserk mode, the Dragon Spear surged forward with righteous fury, driving itself through the thin, weak infernal gate that dared block its path.

"Ah!"

Zora gasped, a momentary flash of pain crossing her face—but Alex's light-nature mana flowed from the spear into her, numbing the ache.

Even so, the spear did not halt. It pressed deep into the narrow cave, until finally it reached the heart—the very depths of the peach.

However, Alex's Dragon Spear had yet to penetrate the cave with its full length, forcing him to put more force in his waist to drive the shaft deeper, pushing its entirety inside.

The pleasure was palpable.

Zora's eyes nearly rolled back as a moan of mingled pain and pleasure escaped her lips. Her peach instinctively opened the hole at the deep end, making room for the Dragon Spear.

The spear's tip lodged against the soft rims of the cave's inner opening, while the walls of the cave itself instinctively tightened around the shaft, pulsing as if attempting to milk its strength away.

Alex let out a muffled groan in response.

For a brief moment, the couple paused, panting and locked in each other's gaze. But that fleeting clarity was quickly consumed by overwhelming lust.

Alex attempted to pull his Dragon Spear free, but the sudden mix of pain and pleasure caused Zora to wrap her legs tightly around his waist, preventing its withdrawal.

The movement sent a ripple through the walls of her cave onto the shaft, sparking another wave of euphoria that surged through Alex's mind.

Reason abandoned him completely.

His hips moved of their own accord, thrusting and pulling the Dragon Spear in a rhythmic motion. Zora's natural secretions lubricated the spear further, amplifying the waves of pleasure cascading through both their bodies.

The intensity of their 'battle' was so extreme that even Alex's battle instincts—born of his Furor Bloodline and Velkar True Name—kicked in.

Or so, he would later tell himself.

He began performing various 'spear' techniques, subtly adjusting Zora's posture to allow deeper, more precise penetrations.

This prolonged the 'battle', driving the spear deeper into places it ordinarily was never meant to reach.

Yet Zora's cave was far from passive. Its deeper end arched forward, better trapping the head of Alex's dragon spear. Combined with the natural lubrication, the cave's own milking technique intensified, drawing on every ounce of the spear's might.

If Alex faltered even for a moment, the spear would be drained completely to its very core.

**(24/70)**