Kapitel 20: The 'Good' Doctor [18+]

"LIKE THIS, YOUR GRACE? You want me to suck your finger like this? Mhmm." Dr. Nicara Shetty rolled her tongue over the tip of Rafel's thumb, licking off the bead of blood. In the next second, the skin was completely healed. She didn't release the finger though.

Rafel was the one who gently pulled it out her mouth. It popped shiny with her saliva, and her plump lips pursed a sexy, sexy smile.

Looking on Nicara who leaned by her ass on the edge of her desk, her hands behind her, palms flat on the burnished tabletop, her legs crossed at the ankles over her expensive heels, Rafel mused that he might just be the one who was being seduced.

The bespectacled woman exhibited such allure in her carefree poise against the backdrop of her grand office.

She was one fine nerdy cat.

The female Doctor bit on her bottom lip when Rafel dragged his chair closer to the table, scooting to her.

"You must have a lot of lovers, Doctor?" He admitted.

Nicara tossed back her red ponytail with a hearty laugh. "And why do you say that, Your Grace? You're not wrong though. I'm the only female Alpha of the six tiger packs existing this side of the Empire. I do not lack for propositions if that's what you mean."

"I just hope I'm not stepping on any toes, or should I say—tails. . .by doing this." Rafel put his hand on her knees, slowly sliding up her lush thighs, taking the satin of her tight skirt with him.

"Would that stop you though?" Nicara smirked.

"Nope," Rafel droned back. "It wouldn't."

[🎶 Wobble Up – Chris Brown ft. Nicki Minaj, G-Eazy.]

The Doctor's red lips stretched out to a full grin and she let Rafel's hands engage the creamy insides of her thighs. He brazenly pinched on her skin and she moaned softly.

"I have had many lovers over the years, Young Master, but never a demon."

This made Rafel pause to look up at her.

Nicara waved a hand, smiling. "I tasted your blood. Feline Instinct? And besides, you're a six foot four eighteen year old, looking the way you do. Go figure."

Rafel grinned at her, starting his hands up her lap again. His path shifted toward the heat of her shut thighs. Laying back her head, Nicara spread her long legs for him. The tip of her ponytail brushed the top of her desk as she smiled down at him, encouraging him with her soft brown eyes.

Rafel put his hand to the apex of her thick thighs, feeling into the warm flesh. His palm met with panties liquefied.

"Fucking hell, woman," he gasped.

The urge to rip away her underwear and taste her shook him on his seat. The Doctor was wet as fuck. And she kept smiling. That pretty mouth of hers making him crazy.

Nicara had leaned over and was rubbing at the massive parabola tenting his trousers too. The petted each other heavily for some seconds, breathlessly groaning into each other's faces, lips teasing but not quite kissing.

"Can I see?" Dr. Nicara enquired, her irises hot behind her glasses, directly on the outline on Rafel's erection.

He moved to pull out his cock. But she stopped him with her hand. "Please, let me!"

Nicara's hands weren't shaky, naive, or shy as she pulled down his zipper. Rafel lifted up slightly on the seat so she could drag down his black trousers. She pulled off his briefs with it, drawing it straight down to his ankles.

"Fuck me!" Nicara hissed through her lips. "This is some huge demon dick. Such a fat cock!"

She took Rafel in her hand, putting her gorgeous face to hover over his engorged penis. And then she drew saliva into her mouth, letting it drop from a height of a few inches, erotically, to the broad head of his cock.

"Ohh." Rafel rocked in the seat as the spittle dribbled down the sides of him.

Nicara began pumping his shaft with both her hands, fisting his girth as he lifted slightly on his chair. His own hand was lost between her thighs, and she clenched her legs firmly on his palm so that he couldn't withdraw it even if he tried. Her heat and musk coated his palm, up to his wrist.

Rafel pushed deeper under her skirt, dipping his palm into her panties. Her scent rose into the fragrance of her office, suddenly mixing sex with lavender.

Her pussy was warm against him and Rafel cupped her roughly.

Nicara squirmed on the edge of her office desk, her own hands nearly falling from her handjob. "My Lord?" She choked.

"Enough foreplay!" Rafel thundered in a voice hardened by passion.

Nicara did not let go for a moment his cock as she stood to her full height. She pulled off her ivory glasses, and executed a completely fluid bend at the waist. Spreading her heeled legs, she dipped down, still standing, to take him into her mouth.

She tried to suck on his prominent nosh.

Rafel grabbed at her throat in a dominant reflex, halting her descending lips.

"No time for that, Doctor. My Chamberlain would be in here any second now. Turn around and grab the edge of your desk. Grab it like your fucking life depends on it!" He instructed in harsh sexuality.

Feeling the complete animalistic energy rolling off Rafel, Nicara shivered as she turned around. She was a bit too slow for his liking, and Rafel shoved her into the table, face first into the smooth dark pinewood surface. Nicara grasped the edges, and Rafel slammed her down again until her midriff was flat, and all of her matronly hips spread for his wicked eyes.

She was already shaking her rump for him, twerking. A bitch in heat.

Rafel slapped her ass with an unforgiving palm, so hard Nicara jerked against her desk.

He grabbed at the ends of her navy skirt, ripping it from the split upwards. The sight of her ample choco flesh spilling out robustly into the mild lighting of her office made Rafel spank her ass a few more times. He groaned out his delight as she rubbed against his palm.

"Such a fat ass on you, Doctor. Tell me, how do you have such a delightful rump. You must get dicked down a lot, huh? Tell me, you fucking whore?! Well, it's my turn now. I'm gonna have this fucking pussy any way I want. This wet dripping cunt.

Show it to me. Show me that fucking pussy!"

Nicara's suit skirt was in ripples at her waist and Rafel shoved aside her soaked lacy underwear to expose a perfectly narrowed slit. She had soft reddish curls running up and out of sight. Her delicious female scent hit Rafel the more, and he deftly spanked her ass in punishment for it until she saw God.

Nicara was clinging to the desk's edge to keep on her feet.

Her panties kept getting in the way and Rafel ripped it completely off. He leaned across to shove it in her panting mouth. It subdued her whimpering.

"Spread your ass. Spread your fucking ass!" Rafel commanded.

When Nicara's hands shakily pulled apart both handfuls of her lush fat ass, Rafel leaned close and drowned his face into the clapping cheeks. He inhaled so deep Nicara shivered, unable to resist riding his face. Rafel pulled back after a while. He spat in her pussy, lifting a hand to grasp her ass. With two of his long fingers, he thrust into her hole.

He added a third, and Nicara's pussy creamed his hand. He began a slow pump, making such sinful sounds that the entire office gave off the heady smell of sex.

"Not such a good doctor now, are ya?" Rafel pumped faster into her pussy, spitting and thrusting with his fingers.

The beautiful brainy ones were always the freakiest. Rafel loved it.

His cock was like a spear jutting from his groin. And gently, he pulled out his fingers, making Nicara spit out her panties and bite down on her fingers to subdue her moans. He ran his fingers up her sexy mature flesh to push it through her lips.

"Here! Smell that pussy. Smell your fucking sex. Smell it!"

Nicara sucked on his fingers crazily, hissing out her need in a purr. Her fangs were out, deadly canines pointing downward. Her claws raked at the desk's paint, peeling off timber and ink. She was half changed. Rafel should be scared. But he wasn't. He was turned on the more.

"I want your cock, Young Master. Lay it thick inside of me. Fuck this wet pussy! Take me as you will. Take me hard. Tear me open. I won't break, I promise. I want to feel you—"

"Quiet, tigress!" Rafel softly slapped her cheek.

He pulled out his fingers from her mouth. And placing each hand at both sides of her wide hips, he gently angled her over his cock. Like she was about to sit on him.

"Sit on it!" He instructed. "Slow. Go slow."

Nicara closed her legs to keep the sensation strong. And then she gingerly lowered herself down on Rafel's raging strength, inch by hard inch, until she was fully impaled on him. He filled all of her. All her nerve endings were shot, and she felt intensely every twitch or jerk of his cock within her.

"Oh fuck."

"Holy shit."

Rafel and Nicara rasped at the same time, in a breathy exhale.

Grabbing her hips, he pushed her up slightly so he could stare at his dick slide out of her pretty slit. The sight was so erotic as she lifted up just to the hilt of his cock before he slammed her back down, throbbing deep into her core and producing a spurt of liquid that further lubricated their contact.

"Now ride it." Rafel whispered into her back pressed against his chest.

As Nicara began moving slowly up and down on his cock, Rafel noticed she was still in her heels and her silk white blouse. Her lovely breasts spilled out the double D cups of her bra, and she clutched to her bounteous flesh as she gyrated and rolled her hips on him.

Rafel grinned. He slapped her ass. "Ride it like you fuckin' mean it!"

"I–I mean it, Young Master." Nicara stuttered. "But I'll cum too quickly if I go any faster. I want to enjoy your fat cock. Who knows when next I'll get to fuck a demon?"

Rafel grinned some more. The Doctor was cute. If he were anything like his Uncle Asmodeus, he would be making her into his concubine short of ejaculating into her mouth.

Nicara was near jumping on his dick. Her ass made slapping sounds against his muscular thighs, as she lifted up high, easing him out of her, only to plunge back down, sinking him so deep in her Rafel felt her insides squeeze him.

Rafel reclined against his chair to allow her milk her pleasure.

But when she leaned back on him, giving him a taste of her sweaty tan skin, digging her claws down into his thighs, rolling her ass on his crotch, and purring his name so sweet in her tiger roar, Rafel lunged to his feet, taking her up with him.

"Young Master Rafel. Raf—"

Before she had time to finish her sentence, Rafel slammed her down on the desk's top like before, thrusting into her in his own vigorous rhythm. Unlike the good doctor, the demon Earl didn't much care for coming too soon. He was going to fuck this cute [Cat Lady] to oblivion.

Rafel clutched to her hips. He threw up one of her legs to the pinewood surface, changing the angle to match his pounding. Her ass was shaking and her tongue hung out as she let her moaning roam free in the office. Rafel did hear some growling too.

He listened to the scratching of her heels as her legs wobbled on the expensive chrome floors.

"I'm cumming, Young Master. I'm cum... I'm cumming!" Nicara screamed out, a shiver starting at the tips of her sharp ears to run down her spine, shaking her whole body.

Rafel was shocked when she abruptly turned around with him still inside her. "Cum inside me, Young Master. I want to feel your seed bathe my pussy. Fill me up, Your Grace. Fill me up." She held Rafel to her.

It was her eyes that eventually did him in.

Rafel sent his head into her spilling breasts, groaning into her cleavage as he shot load after load of hot sperm into her. She came again with him. Her extended claws ripped at his back, and Rafel heard the sound of his skin ripping, followed quickly by a splatter of blood that doused the wall of her office in a diagonal pattern.

His blood.

The slice of pain shot the both of them into the stars. Rafel spasmed continuously into her embrace, her soft body romancing his. Nicara held him in, her fangs raking his corded neck muscles, her legs linked behind his calves, red heels scraping each other as she guided them both into a universe that blotted out the shape of her office.

"Fuck me." Rafel groaned. He suckled her swollen pink nipple as he came down from his climax.

Both of them were still half dressed. He, with his pants down around his ankles. Her, with her skirt up her waist.

The gods of the Underworld did him a mercy as Cora didn't appear until he was putting up his clothes to an assumption of modesty. It was then his faithful Chamberlain barged into the office.

"Your Grace, Ravenna is fully settled in her dorm and—Oh?"

Cora paused when she sighted the Ginger fresh Headmistress pulling her panties up her thighs like it was nothing.

Cora's blue eyes roamed over the destroyed desk in the office, the general confusion of the grand area, and the splash of blood on the left wall. She sniffed at the air. It was His Grace's blood.

Just what kind of fuckery had this kinky nerd engaged her Master?

Dr. Nicara Shetty was slowly observing Cora too as she licked at her fangs, satisfied.

"I will keep an eye on your Ward, Your Grace. And perhaps, if it sits well with you, you could visit from time to time," she said.

"Thank you, Doctor," Rafel replied with a grin. "And I'll keep that in mind."

He took Nicara's hand in a final shake. Underneath all this new formality, his cock was still wet with her. That was what he loved about fucking. It bridged dialogue faster than words.

Cora reached to Rafel with narrowed blue eyes. "We should be on our way, Your Grace. It's afternoon. If we leave immediately, we can get to Eldorian land by nightfall."

"Yes. Yes, Corazón." Rafel turned. "Where's the ship?"

"At the mooring, my Lord," she replied.

Rafel was walking out the gray door of Dr. Nicara Shetty's Office when his system pinged with a new notification.

[Ding!]

[You have received one Epic Beast Controller Charm!]

[Gift from Feline Headmistress of the Corynthian Academy for Witches.]

[Charm is usable on all creatures within a five mile radius, arboreal, aquatic, and terrestrial life forms.]

Rafel smiled all the way, as he and Cora rode on the backs of silver Pegasi, to the ship that floated in the grim dark waters surrounding the isle.

He was getting famous with the women. And leveling up too.

What could go wrong?

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Kapitel 21: Sea Monster

"MANN THE FUCKING SAILS, YOU FLACCID PECKERS!" The ship's Captain roared to his crew.

Rafel could almost feel the spittle spray of the man's mouth from where he stood at the helm of the NEPOLITA, his favorite frigate. Her awning was tight and slender, just the way he liked.

The Captain was a large man with the signature eye patch. He truly had one eye. An ex-Pirate—because Rafel seldom employed the heroes into his fold. He didn't trust the kind of man without some villainy to boast of.

The Captain currently clutched his red hat under the crook of his muscly left arm. With his right, he pointed and barked. The reason he shouted and cussed was because they had been caught in a storm. Apparently, the north wind had blown in sooner than expected.

While the man was roaring, he dutifully kept his hat under his arm lest the whipping wind pluck it out and send it sailing into the cold waters about.

"Where's the compass, wiener? Give me the fecking compass?" He yelled to his first attendant, standing nearby.

As they struggled in just which direction the wind was taking the ship, Rafel looked up from his place by the secure railing to the immense clouds above.

The skies were cold and black, full of dense lightning nimbus. It loomed over them like the fist of an angry Titan. Rafel should know. He was one—that is if he ever chose to transform into his Behemoth form. His original demon form.

The great stern of NEPOLITA was being tossed like a child's toy amongst these endless waters. She was steered by invisible hands of a sea goddess.

It was going to rain. Hard.

And they were caught in it. No backing out now.

Rafel hoped it was only the rain that loomed in the rapidly encroaching darkness, not for his sake, but that of his ship's mortal captain and crew.

Just few seconds of him thinking this, the sky broke apart like a burst barrel. The heavens were rent asunder and shattering discs of icy rain came rushing down. Slanting pellets collided like pebbles with the deck of the ship. Rafel stood in it, unbothered, as the host of his crew scampered about for dear life.

Corazón soon appeared at his side, a large umbrella unfolded and held over the both of them. She kept it from being torn apart by the gale with the force of her magic. The sea's rage was no contest for dark sorcery.

Rafel stood in silence with her for sometime as the tempest dragged the ship far out from the way that led home to Eldoria. The Captain's cussing was futile against the sharp frosty winds. But everything really went up a notch, when one of the crew lads lifted his watery eyes up to the ocean, gazing northward. His pale skin was littered with goosebumps as he pointed out, stricken in equal parts horror and cold.

"W—What is that? At sea?!" He yelled.

His frantic voice drew everyone's attention to him. And the skittering dozen men struggling to keep the ship from capsizing paused in their hustle to mill around the young man.

"What ails ye, boyo?" The Ship's Captain glared with his blonde hair stuck to his face.

"There!" The boy pointed again. "In the waves. Monstro Magnificus!" He added in his native dialect.

All aboard NEPOLITA stared out as one, Rafel included. Immediately, swears, curses, and gasps filled the rain. Fear, seeping out more than any other emotion.

"Good gods!"

"Dear Heavens!"

"Gaia's tits!"

"Fucking Hell!"

"What the shit is that?"

Rafel stared along with the stupefied attendants of his ship, NEPOLITA, to the colossal rolling mass of what appeared to be a serpent's tail, rushing in circles through the water beyond like a shark rounding its prey. It was a sea serpent. A gigantic python hidden partly underwater by the high cold waves.

Rafel couldn't see the end of it from their short distance away. But the extent of its circling tail was enough to tell him that he was dealing with a megalodon of the ocean.

A sea monster. And the mysterious thing it circled got clear in the rainy fog as the ship was dragged closer to it by the errant gale. Rafel began to doubt the appearance of a storm being coincidental.

His red-caped Captain breathed clouds of frost in the artic aquatic temperatures, struggling to stay steadfast in his soaked boots while his crew of pale men shivered by the posts they clung to, dehydrated by the sea water but forcefully swallowing more gulps of it. Rafel couldn't afford to pity them as they neared the massive water hole which the anaconda's swirling had deepened in the sea.

It gaped like a great watery abyss, swirling erratically, pulsing with strange dark mana, and pulling every sorry thing great and small into the open mouth to the deep.

The mighty ship was little more than a paltry contraption against the magnetic force of it.

Rafel beheld sullenly in the tempest as his dear favorite, NEPOLITA, gravitated to the frightful hole in the sea. The rushing wind threw pebbles of ice at them as the hull collided with other fragments of similar frigates, destroyed into nothing but remnant planks and floating bloated blue bodies.

All around them in the misty waterscape, great cyclones tunneled the air, reaching up to the sky in their ferocity.

The ship headed straight for the plunging waterfall, into a trench that was like the sky god had reached down to punch a hole in the ocean.

[🎶 Bismarck – SABATON.]

Just as Rafel was contemplating just how many of his crew he could save by teleporting away with his [Shadow Self] ability, for he knew the ship was already lost, the sea serpent seemed to notice them. Seeing this new band come to their Waterloo in its lair, the monster stopped circling the thing at the center and began slithering with rushing speed toward them.

Rafel stared forward, wanting to know what mystery toy had such a great horror so occupied.

He found the thing in the massive liquid crater to be a small dinghy made completely out of ice. Blue magic runes of an underwater faction shimmered around the structure, keeping it afloat in the storm.

A young woman sat in the dingy, her long blue hair wet and glued on her but glowing with the mana her system was using at the moment.

This far out at sea, only the mermaids survived the great pressure of the deep.

Sure enough, Rafel saw her tail sparkle and swish in the hail. It was elegant, of grand scales, more beautiful and desirable than that of a dragon. Certainly more lovely than that of Bloody Mary. Whew! Seeing the mermaid cling to her small pad for survival, Rafel got why the sea serpent was circling her.

This creature was ethereal. As ancient as the demon and celestial race. They were the first Lords of the earthly void. A mermaid's blood was an ambrosia with [Regeneration] qualities. Her scales were an [Epic] battle armor on the open market. And in the deathly black market, mermaid or merman tails were sold for a hefty sum as those mummified on stakes were rumored to attract riches.

And who didn't want to be rich?

Everything about the water tribes made them coveted. And so merfolk were now an endangered species in Eldoria.

Since his arrival on the mortal realm, this was the first Rafel saw of one. And she was on the verge of being eaten alive by a sea python.

"Ay! Ay-ay!" Rafel sucked in his teeth. "Isn't she lucky we showed up?"

The sea monster was barreling straight for them. The ship's hull vibrated with the incoming assault. Only Rafel, and Cora beside him stood on the wet deck like it was sunny out. Cora's magic had kept out the winds and hail. Rafel stood dry as hay under the rolling skies.

"Yes, my Lord. It would seem so. Though we are the unlucky ones." Cora replied.

Rafel smiled grimly. "No, we aren't, Corazón. The men with the shriveled balls behind are. You think this sea monster would require a sacrifice?"

BOOM!

THRAAAAAC!

The water serpent collided with the hull of the NEPOLITA, and Cora didn't get her chance to reply immediately as the entire ship rocked from stern to sail. The banners came crashing down, staking the poor lads squirming on the deck into the hard wood. Blood gushed out across the deck.

Desperate for survival, many men turned to rush down into the cabins at the lower level. But the serpent's body had crashed a giant hole into the ship's wooden side. Cold water flooded the hull.

NEPOLITA would be submerged in seconds.

"MY LORD GRACE! HELP US! We are but mortal men. Don't just stand there! Do something, please!"

It was the Ship's Captain, eyes wild and crazy at the beam jutting out from a young man's open mouth. His severed tongue flailed at the end of the stick, dead eyes open and unblinking. He begged Rafel, but seeing not even a backward glance from the Earl, the Captain resigned himself to his fate.

He turned to the gangplank dipping out the edge of the ship and walked to it. He held his red cap solemnly in his hands. His cloak breezed in the frigid winds.

"Ye would never have a taste of me flesh, you sodden sea monster. To hell with ye!"

And then the Captain jumped, surrendering himself to the ocean.

It was just a moment before the sea serpent lunged out of the water, revealing more than it's black corrosive tail this time. Its entire length was hundreds of feet long, extending, twisting, like tentacles on an octopus. As Rafel watched it, he discovered it was actually more of a centipede, with thousands of tiny hairy arms running along its sides.

Waves rushed down its immense slippery body and with the humanoid hands, it plucked the crew not staked or drowned from off the ship's deck, plunging them three at a time into its wide mouth. It gulped, swallowing them whole.

It was then that Cora was finally able to reply Rafel's question earlier.

"Aye, Your Grace. I think the water tribes might have sacrificed to this entity. But Gulpers get greedy. I wouldn't be surprised if it kidnapped the little mermaid over there.

This kind of unholy cross between centipede and anaconda species is what happens when stray dark mana spills into the ocean. Frightful hybrids as such are born of the eerie radiation. Oi Vay! Should we be on our way then, Your Grace?"

Cora tutted as the monster wiped its many arms drenched in human blood. No one was left on the deck save them. It turned with six red eyes on its basilisk head for them.

"No, Corazón." Flames entered Rafel's eyes. "We kill it."

Just as he finished speaking, the monster lunged with its many weird arms for them. Rafel, quick as light, pulled from his Hel pocket dimension one of the [Legendary] silver Shields gifted him by the Headmistress of [C. A. W], Dr. Shetty.

The monster's arms met with the shield in a lancing blow that would send any other man careening across the deck. But not Rafel. He parried off the monster's many reaching hands, pulling Cora into himself until they were both behind the shield.

And then he activated his crimson [Titan Grasp].

It appeared as an infernal giant arm, shooting out of his back to ascend dozens of feet into the slashing rain. In deliberate action, Rafel controlled the large red arm, closing it into a fist. He punched the anaconda in it's snake head.

Four of the six red eyes immediately winked out, blinded by the fury of Rafel's blow.

The serpent screeched out in pain. It turned, hurrying out across the water, trying to dissolve back into the sea. Apparently, it was just learning that it had underestimated Rafel.

"Oh no you don't! Hold this." Rafel said to Cora, pushing the magic shield into her hands.

His [Titan Grasp] retreated into his back. And quickly from the pocket dimension again, Rafel pulled out a saintly arrow and bow, made of the most pure gold. It was ranked [Blessed], and it glowed with angelic white light.

To Cora who stared at him, Rafel seemed to just reach out into thin air, these arcane weapons suddenly appearing in his grasp.

With a great accuracy, Rafel nocked and pulled back the arrow.

Rich golden light began gathering at the tip of it. The bow thrummed with mana, picking up more energy from his own demon core. Rafel let the golden pulse of magic gather until he was shining like a burst of sunlight on the sinking ship. The entire deck of NEPOLITA was bathed in this rare divine essence.

Ten seconds later, he let loose. And the arrow flew straight and blinding as lightning, brightening the gray clouds above as the streak dove directly for the retreating head of the sea monster.

The golden streal struck the serpent's face just as it turned to the onslaught, right between the remnant eyes. Its entire head immediately exploded.

Bloody bits of meat and bone went flying everywhere, landing with splashes into the sea.

The colossal headless body crashed into the water with so much force that it rose a wave.

Cora held up her hand, whispering magic.

"Up from the flame of Hel, a voice doth a dragon fell. As a sinner of a heart without repent, burn with infernal light this accursed serpent!"

The body of the sea monster instantly lit ablaze in the water. The fires raged into the rain, until the surface of the ocean was a steam of charring flesh. She had summoned [Hellfire], the kind many waters could not quench.

Cora and Rafel watched the sea snake burn until there was nothing left. Rafel put away his quiver and shield as Cora steered the loose plank of the destroyed ship they were floating on to the dinghy of the mermaid.

The hole in the sea was gone. The skies had begun to brighten. The rain had stopped. To any ship that would pass in a few hours, it was like chaos had never seen the horizon, except for the hundreds of frozen bodies and the full capsized frigate of NEPOLITA slowly making their way to the dark bed of the ocean.

"Who are you?" Rafel spoke to the mermaid without preamble.

"Someone who owes you her life," was all the blue-haired woman replied. Before she turned and hopped into the calm waters, her tail sparkling like a beacon as she swum away.

"A thank you would suffice!" Cora yelled to the disappearing tail.

Rafel laughed, pulling Cora to him on the plank. He spoke softly into her neck.

"Forget it, love. I like the mystery there. Something tells me we haven't seen the last of her. Come, Corazón! We must be heading back before the sky spills enough light to hinder our travel."

In the last vestiges of the stormy night, Cora embraced Rafel, tighter than was needed as he equipped his [Shadow Self]. The two vanished from the plank in a gust of darkness as Rafel teleported them right into one of the many dark corners behind a tasteful curtain of his bedchamber.

Their 'travel' from the deep northern marina of the vast Eldorian sea to Emberfall had taken less than a second.

Rafel released Cora and undressed for bed.

Admittedly, he was tired. Moving from a sumptuous office fuck to battling a sea monster in a storm was one hell of a day. His eyes were quick to close on the bed. And sometime during the night, he heard the door to his room creak open and the patter of small feet on his floorboards.

He smelled Corazón and Aya Naamah reach his bedside.

Quietly, they climbed in.

Rafel was sure they prayed he wouldn't wake up as they spooned him from both ends. But he was awake alright. However, he was glad for the bundles of female warmth filling his hands. And so he let them stay. Just for one night, he persuaded himself.

It was daylight behind his shut crimson drapes as Rafel pulled the blanket over himself and the two women. He smelled the scent of succulent plucked apples and cold misty snow until his infernal mind let of all battles and depravity.

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