Free Web NovelChapter 26: The Purest Energy
Azriel
I gripped his hair tighter and slammed my hips forward, taking up every available inch of his mouth until he was violently gagging and choking around me.
"If I went even faster, would you still be able to speak?" I asked him mockingly, slightly easing back to raise his chin, watching his tear-stained face while his mouth remained entirely filled and stretched wide around my shaft. "Will you survive it if I begin to thrust inside you much faster now? I don’t particularly have any use for your vocal cords anyway; I vastly prefer to just read your thoughts." I smirked down at him. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Seraphel let out a muffled, furious groan against my skin, his hands weakly swatting at my thighs, but I held his head entirely in place. The block on his voice suddenly snapped under the sheer force of his rage. "You fucking despicable Sin! You are going to fucking kill me!" he screamed angrily through the corners of his stretched lips.
"Oh, please, Seraphel. Don’t be so dramatic. No one dies from getting throat-fucked," I chuckled, my thumb brushing away a stray tear on his cheek. "Not even a fragile human like you will die from that. And even if you did, I would simply use my magic to heal you over and over again. After all, how could I ever let the precious vessel of my child die? If you die I will just revive you matter the sacrifice.’’
He desperately tried to form another angry thought, but I didn’t give him the chance.
I slammed my cock down his throat again, forcing him to gag over and over as his eyes rolled back. Only when I felt him reach his absolute limit did I slowly slide my shaft out of his mouth.
As I pulled away, a thick, glossy string of his saliva stretched between his lips and the head of my cock, glistening heavily under the candlelight before it finally snapped and drooled down his chin.
Seraphel’s face was completely flushed.
His face turned red as he collapsed slightly against the vines, coughing violently and panting heavily for breath.
Slowly, I hooked two fingers under his chin to raise his head up to face me. He looked so incredibly vulnerable, staring up at me with those deep, wide blue eyes—and suddenly, something strange and powerful jolted violently inside my mind.
I frowned at first, completely caught off guard by the sensation. But my expression quickly shifted when I noticed that despite his breathless, trembling state, a small, defiant smirk was forming on his lips.
’’Stil fiesty’’ I let out a low chuckle, fascinated by his stubbornness, and let go of his chin. ’’ I like that.’’
Leaning closer, I pressed my forehead directly against his.
There was something deeply anomalous about this human—something I had been dying to uncover ever since I first found out he had miraculously survived that night in the trenches.
I wanted to know his secrets. And as he stared back at me with those piercing blue eyes, a sudden flash of light caught my attention. Right in the center of his forehead, a brilliant, dark blue light suddenly appeared, glowing intensely for a split second before it quickly faded back beneath his skin.
What the hell was that? I tthought.
Everyone in this universe was born with some form of power. Even the defective humans possessed dormant abilities within them; they were, after all, originally blessed by Elysium, just as those who practiced the dark arts were blessed by Hell. But when I witnessed that specific blue light, an intense curiosity consumed me.
It had to be connected to how he had survived the night with me and the toxic atmosphere of the pit. And as my forehead remained pressed against his, the residual energy of that light finally hit me.
It was a profound, shocking coolness.
For the first time in thousands of years, I felt a sensation that instantly calmed the raging, eternal hunger and thirst for lust that constantly burned inside my soul.
It was like soothing ice washing over a permanent fever.
Seraphel stared up at me, absolute confusion written all over his wet face, but I said nothing. I simply closed my eyes for a moment, silently savoring the incredible feeling of his cooling power bleeding into my system.
"Amazing," I whispered, slowly pulling my face back from his. ’’This is so amazing!’’
"What is so amazing?" Seraphel rasped out, his voice raw and broken from gagging. "Have you found yet another way to annoy me? Another twisted way to make me suffer?"
He must not know, I realized instantly, reading the genuine ignorance in his mind.
"You truly don’t know the absolute power you possess, do you, omega?" I asked him softly. ’’There is something unique about you.’’
Without waiting for an answer, I placed a single finger directly onto the center of his forehead where the light had appeared.
Seraphel let out a sharp, sudden gasp, his eyes instantly rolling completely backward into his head as his body went rigid.
In the next fraction of a second, my mind bypassed his physical shell entirely, and I plunged directly into his spiritual consciousness.
Just as I had suspected, the layout of his inner soul was extraordinary. Everything within his consciousness was perfect, blindingly clean, and entirely free from any traces of dark corruption. He was filled with the purest form of spiritual energy I had ever seen.
Standing proudly right at the dead center of his spiritual realm was the source of his fragrance—a beautiful, glowing white lotus flower.
But as I examined the plant closer, I noticed that the blossom was incredibly small and fragile, and the realization hit me like a wave.
His powers hadn’t been active before. He had only just awoken them.
Did the trauma of my marking permanently trigger them to surface, or had his soul simply been waiting for an alpha of my caliber to force them open? fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
Just who the hell was he?
