Chapter 56
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My face, pale at his words, seemed to please him. The massive thing still buried inside me hardened and pulsed. Helion’s stiff p3nis burrowed deeper, pushing against the now-supple walls of my s3x.
Some unknown number of days later, I came to, my body rocking. N4ked, Helion was on top of me, his face flushed with pleasure. Judging by the number of times I’d drifted in and out of consciousness, it had to have been at least two or three days. A long moan escaped me as another wave of heat filled my core. Helion shuddered, his release spilling into me before he collapsed on top of me.
“Heavy…” I managed to breathe. Even in his dazed state, Helion heard me and rolled off. He pulled me close, his arm a pillow under my head. The pressure was much the same.
I forced my heavy eyelids open and looked at him. Throughout this ordeal, ever since he’d dragged me here, he’d been obsessed with making me cl1max. Every single time he peaked, he’d driven me to the edge as well, leaving me utterly drained. Unlike the times with Seikan or Clovis, where it was just painful, or with Reynard, where it was a mixture of confusion and arovsal, this… this mind-numbing pleasure demanded an immense amount of stamina.
“Ah…!” Helion’s hand found my br3ast, kneading and pinching my n1pple. A sharp jolt in my lower belly made me realize how little time had actually passed. A day or two, at most. The marks Reynard and Clovis had left were still vivid on my chest. I’d thought it had been longer, given how many times—at least eighteen—I’d blacked out and woken up.
But then, Helion couldn’t very well miss his departure to the west. So, I just had to endure this until he left? I stared blankly at the ceiling as a sharp pinch on my n1pple brought me back. Helion had lowered his head, sucking my n1pple, his cheeks hollow.
“Mmm…” A high-pitched screech pierced the air. I’d known we were in the mountains, but the closeness of the bird’s cry suggested we were deep within them. Hoping against hope that this was somewhere I knew, I pushed at Helion.
“Thirsty.” He didn’t budge against the hand on his shoulder, but the word “thirsty” got a reaction. “I’ll get you some water. Shall I feed it to you like yesterday?” I stared blankly, offering no response. Helion shrugged and got out of bed, his stallion-like physique completely unashamed.
I watched the space where he’d been, then slowly closed my eyes. When I opened them again, just as slowly, nothing had changed. The n4ked man who’d just walked away was indeed Helion Ziek. How could this be the Helion I knew? I’d rather believe a lvst-crazed succubus had taken his form. Even after Helion himself confessed to conspiring with Seikan, Reynard, and the succubus, I must have still held onto some sliver of hope.
Because of the memories of our shared childhood, of him small and fragile, I’d believed he wouldn’t actually… touch me.
“How foolish…”
How long had it been since everything I believed had been shattered? Exhausted, I stared at the ceiling. The building, one of the many properties of the Ziek family, was as opulent as the Duke’s main residence. The bedroom ceiling of this villa, reflecting the refined taste of the previous Duchess, was adorned with a fresco painted with gold and crushed gemstones. The Duke, a man known for his stoicism but also his devotion to his wife, had commissioned the artist to paint his wife’s face on every angel in the ducal residence. The angel on the ceiling bore a striking resemblance to Helion. To the man who, just moments ago, had held me, panting, and filled me with his seed.
“Ugh.” Nausea surged. I couldn’t hold it back. “Ugh… water… ah…”
He’d promised water, but he might as well have gone to dig a new well. Dry heaving, I sat up. The sheets were stained with a mixture of his s3men and my fluids. Disgusted, I wrapped the sheet around myself and stumbled downstairs. And then I understood why Helion hadn’t returned with a glass of water. Two tall men, locked in a tense standoff, stared at me, their eyes widening.
“Adelina!”
Reynard, who’d been on the verge of throwing his shoulder guard, hurled it aside and rushed towards me. Helion’s face was a mask of dismay, but he moved towards me as well. “Adelina! Are you alright? That b*stard… It’s a good thing I had Adel assigned to you. Otherwise, no one would have known what Helion was doing.”
Reynard gripped my arm, shaking me. His words made me realize that the shrill cry I’d heard belonged to a black eagle. And the shoulder guard Reynard had discarded was the one he wore when handling the bird.
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