บท 3: The Seed of Craziness
Chapter 3: The Seed of Craziness
Waking with a sharp gasp, a man sat bolt upright, drenched in cold sweat. His deep sapphire-blue eyes, vast as the ocean, were wide open in shock.
"Haaah... Haaaahhh... Haaah..." He panted, placing a trembling hand on his brow, as though battling a splitting headache.
"A dream...? No. Not a dream—" His breathing hitched. "A dream can't be that vivid..."
A bitter realization crept in. His hand dropped over his eyes, disbelief thick in his voice. "...A memory?"
He sat there, momentarily paralyzed by the truth. "No other word fits... My parents... My bodyguards... That girl... Everything felt too real. And that kid—he was me... There's no question about it."
His mind swirled as he struggled to process it all. His chest tightened with the weight of remembrance.
"So that's why... When I woke up in New York, in some rundown apartment, with just a thousand dollars and no memory of how I got there...
It was because of him... The driver who got me out... He was killed, but not before he got me on a plane and sent me here..."
He let out a deep, shaky breath, and looked down at his feet.
'That strange, gut feeling that this place wasn't home... I always felt it. Though, I was born in Iraq's Capital City of Baghdad, I was raised in Russia because my father, who married a Kurdish woman who is my mother, was a Russian man.
So Russia has always been my country, but I can't forget the land of ancient mesopotamia—'
His thoughts halted as he forced himself out of bed, but the moment his feet touched the ground, he froze.
Small cracks spiderwebbed across the floor beneath him, as if the very earth feared his presence.
Gulp.
He swallowed hard, staring down at his feet in disbelief. But that shock quickly faded as his attention turned to something else.
"...This isn't my apartment..." He muttered, narrowing his eyes.
The room was unfamiliar.
The dark blue floor pulsed with faint yellow and blue lights, as though alive with some foreign magic or energy.
The bed he'd just woken from—massive, with royal purple sheets—looked fit for a king.
Everything screamed of wealth, luxury, and mystery.
"Where the hell am I? And why is the floor...glowing like that?"
Shaking his head, he carefully rose to his feet, walking on his tiptoes toward a breathtaking golden mirror — so massive it looked out of place in the already opulent room.
He didn't want to look at his reflection, but something inside him knew he had to.
—There was something he had to see... or confirm.
Well, he was simply following his guts; his guts never proved false.
And indeed, his gut didn't disappoint.
When his eyes finally fell on the man in the mirror, he nearly jumped back.
"That's... me?!"
His voice echoed in the silence of the room. He rubbed his eyes, blinked, and checked again, but the reflection remained the same.
Staring back at him was a man towering at an imposing 207 cm (6'9"). His physique was nothing short of extraordinary — a perfect balance between sheer power and graceful athleticism.
His 12-pack abs, visible even beneath his skin, are so defined that they seem chiseled from marble, with four just hidden beneath the waistband of his black shorts.
His build is massive yet sleek or lean, a perfect balance that either was Divine or beyond that level, with broad shoulders tapering into a strong V-shape.
Jet-black hair framed a face that was both regal and rugged. His features, a striking blend of Arabian, Persian, and Russian heritage, were of sharpness and handsomeness.
His sharp jawline, and high cheekbones contrasted perfectly with his big blue eyes, as vivid as sapphires, or copper sulfate, which seemed to pierce through anyone who dares to meet his gaze, as if they held the weight of the world beneath their depths.
His lightly tanned skin shimmered in the daylight pouring in through the windows, and a faint blue aura, barely noticeable yet undeniable, clung to him. It wasn't just physical strength — it was something more... Divine.
"By all that's holy and sacred…" He gulped again, his hand pressing against his chest as if to remind himself that he was real.
"...Why the hell am I feeling like this about myself? I'm straight... right? Wait—why am I even questioning this?!!"
His mind swirled with confusion, and yet he couldn't tear himself away from the mirror.
Not even the most handsome man in the world is as handsome and masculine as him. He didn't even have a beard or anything!
This... But this... was beyond that. His reflection was almost too perfect — like a god in human form.
Maybe he's wrong? Just exaggerating because he got narcissistic? Yeah. Should be...
Right...?
As the man steadied his breath, still coming to terms with his towering form and unfamiliar surroundings, the sound of a soft click echoed through the room.
The man's sapphire blue eyes snapped toward the door as it slowly swung open.
In stepped a woman, her presence overwhelming the room with a blend of divine beauty and intense familiarity.
His eyes widened slightly, the memory from his childhood flashing before him — the girl in the alley.
But now, standing before him was no child...
Her once youthful beauty had flourished into something otherworldly, her features refined in ways he couldn't have imagined.
Her hair, vibrant as the deepest azure sea, shimmered with a life of its own, as each strand cascaded down her back like liquid silk.
Crimson, star-shaped pupils gleamed with a hypnotic intensity, no longer hidden behind the soft innocence of her youth.
Her porcelain skin glowed in the soft light of the room.
She wore the same white gown from the memory, though now it hugged her sensual curves, and her white heels clicked softly on the floor as she walked toward him.
Before he could utter a single word, she pounced — swift, yet graceful.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and she pulled him into her warmth.
Her breasts which are an E-Cup, pressed flush on his bare chest, as her nipples hardened like a rock as she finally felt him against her.
"Hehehehe~" She giggled softly, and the sound was like music to the dumbfounded Drake's ears.
But then, the woman's breathing became unsteady as she panted while staring at his face.
"By my Mother~" She purred, and as she spoke, her voice was soft and feminine, silky smooth like velvet. And the sound sent shivers down his spine as he trembled in delight.
"I didn't know my man would be more beautiful than even the submissive bottom Adonis, and the disgusting Apollo~ I'm sooo lucky~" She murmured with a crazed, fanatical gleam in her eyes, while her crimson, star-shaped pupils were glowing intensely as they locked onto him.
Her hands rested against her flushed face, while her elbows remained looped possessively around his neck as she pulled him closer.
The fervor in her gaze was undeniable, and her expression was a mix of obsession and adoration, as if nothing else existed in the world but him.
If the man were to glance down, he would notice a dangerous, slick liquid seeping from between her legs, already staining the pristine white fabric of her gown.
It pooled on the dark blue floor beneath her, and the scent of her arousal filled the air.
'Ahhh~~~ I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him!!!' She repeated inwardly to herself as if it were some kind of chant or mantra to keep herself in control.
'Seventeen years of waiting... Seventeen years of frustration... Immortal or not, it was so damn hard to not just take him after all these years~'
'It's all because of my mother! Damn bitch! Wanted to see his character when I knew him the best!'
Her touch was gentle, but the emotions behind it were anything but.
She stared up at him with a brilliant, beaming smile that took his breath away, as her crimson eyes darkened as they bore into his with a possessive, obsessive, and unbridled love that made his heart race.
"Darling," She breathed, her voice rich with affection, "I've waited so long for this... for you."
Her fingers brushed against his face, as if needing to feel his presence to know he was real. "How are you feeling? Are you alright?" Her voice softened, though the intensity in her gaze never faltered.
He swallowed hard as he tried to make sense of what was happening, as his mind was reeling like never before.
"I... I'm fine, but... who are you?" He asked, his voice tinged with confusion, though somewhere deep down he felt he already knew the answer.
"Why are you looking at me like this?"
Her smile only deepened, her eyes shone as she spoke his full name; each syllable was like a sweet melody in the air.
"You don't remember me, do you, Drake Valiant?" Her voice carried a mix of amusement and longing, as if she had rehearsed this moment in her mind countless times.
"I've wanted you for years, my love. You've always been mine."
Her fingers tightened around him, and she leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered: "You're bound to me now."
"Bound?" He echoed, his sapphire eyes narrowing as he pulled back slightly to meet her gaze. "What do you mean?"
She smiled, her crimson eyes gleaming. "It all began that night, so long ago... When you saved me in the alley. I then decided to take you for myself yesterday."
"You were tired, walking home from college and your job, weren't you? I made sure to place myself in your path," She admitted without hesitation:
"deliberately entangling myself with those worthless thugs in that alley. Ironic. Right? It happened twice now~"
Her smile took on a darker edge as she added:
"They never stood a chance. A flicker of motion, and their heads rolled. They were dead before they realized what happened. But you didn't see that, did you?" She tilted her head, and her fingers caressed his cheek.
"Before you could react, I was in front of you... and then your world went black."
Drake stared at her, his mind racing to piece together her words with the hazy memory.
He vaguely recalled the alley, the girl... but the rest? It wasn't the memory he just had, but another one from yesterday.
"I didn't just want to save myself. No," she continued, her voice lowering as if revealing a sacred secret.
"I wanted you. So I did what only a Dragon Goddess could do. I bound myself to you through a Soul Marriage, a bond that intertwines us at the core. Part of my essence flows within you now, as yours does within me. We are one."
His eyes widened as the gravity of her words settled in. "Soul Marriage?" He repeated, incredulity coloring his tone. "But—"
"Only the most powerful beings can perform it," She explained softly.
"Primordials, High Spirits, Dragon Gods... beings who understand the balance of the universe, and the true meaning of eternity."
"And I... I am the daughter of the Mother Goddess, the Dragon Goddess and the Beginning, Tiamat herself. The power to bind us lies within me, and so, I did it without hesitation. Your life, your soul, is tied to mine. Even death cannot keep us apart."
Her voice softened further, filled with tenderness as she placed her hand over his chest, where his heart beat rapidly beneath.
"You are no longer human, Drake. I reincarnated you with my blood. You are a dragon, like me... destined for more than you ever imagined."
He stared at her, his mind spinning as he tried to process the enormity of her words.
His thoughts tangled, but one thing was clear: this woman before him, Azuraelle, was bound to him in ways he could scarcely comprehend.
And the possessiveness, the depth of her love — it was all-consuming.
"But why...?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why me?"
Azuraelle's eyes softened as she leaned in, her lips brushing his as she whispered, "Because, Darling... you are mine~"
Wasting no more time, she kissed him!
She pulled him impossibly closer and tighter, as she clung to him like a koala with her legs wrapped around his waist, while the edge of her heels were away from his skin as she was afraid of hurting him.
She even held herself back from using all her strength on him.
After all, he was just reincarnated as she said.
Using all her strength on him could crush his bones, and she didn't want to hurt him.
However, she still used half of strength, and saying she was surprised could be the underestimate of the century.
But she was too engrossed in loving Drake that she tossed these 'useless' thoughts away.
'Ahhhh~! Finally!'
Drake, frozen by her sudden move, instinctively gripped her plump ass as she kissed him, his wide eyes filled with shock.
Yet, he didn't pull away — he couldn't. Something deep within him resisted the urge to shake her off.
Somehow, he could feel her thoughts, her emotions, merging with his own, and he was trying to make sense of it.
Before he could dwell on it any longer, her voice whispered in his mind, silk-soft and intimate:
"It's our bond, my Darling... our Soul Marriage that lets us feel each other's emotions, hear each other's thoughts whenever we desire."
'But I want you to forgive me, Drake, for I had to kill you to reincarnate you... Don't worry, my love. I'll teach you everything — how to control it all." Her voice hummed with a strange mix of guilt and possessiveness.
Then, she purred: 'Just kiss me... Let us share our first time right now.'
His mind reeled from what he had just heard, yet the flood of her emotions —possessiveness, obsession, love, and lust —washed over him and intoxicated him.
It was so overwhelming that he couldn't feel fear or shock, just an undeniable pull toward her.
Her feelings had latched onto his soul like a flame igniting dry wood.
'The supernatural world is real… I wished for family, for power, for strength.' He thought, and she heard every word.
He wasn't even disturbed by the fact that she had killed him once to bring him back.
Strangely, it didn't matter.
As he gently pulled away from her kiss, she blinked at him in surprise, her expression shifting to confusion tinged with irritation.
But before she could speak, Drake's hands tightened reflexively around her bottom, and her soft, breathy moan sent a shiver down his spine, hardening him instantly beneath his shorts.
He ignored the pulsing heat of his arousal, even though it demanded his attention.
He met her gaze, squinting slightly, his brow furrowed as he spoke for the first time with certainty.
"Azuraelle." He said her name with such a firm, intimate tone, and the word tasted right on his lips.
Her entire body shuddered when he called her name like that, her breath catching in her throat.
His commanding voice, paired with the intensity of his gaze, turned her cheeks an even deeper crimson as she stared at him with that wild, crazed look he was beginning to know well.
"After all these years… you still loved me, even when I had no idea who you were." He spoke, his voice steady but layered with emotion.
"I don't care if this is madness. It feels real. My instincts tell me it's real. My heart, my mind… they're telling me the same."
Azuraelle looked stunned, her lips parting as if to respond, but he pressed on. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel something for you now. It's quick, it's sudden, but it's undeniable.
It feels… right, like it's been there, growing quietly inside me."
Before she could say a word, Drake leaned forward and kissed her!
His lips moved with purpose and hunger, seizing the moment he could no longer ignore.
'She waited for me when I had forgotten her. She loved me while I didn't even know her...
Goddess or not, overwhelming or not, supernatural or not, I don't care. I just want a family, someone to care for… someone who cares for me.'
"D-Darling…" Her voice quivered, trailing off as she surrendered fully to the moment.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she melted into him, her fingers tangling in the hair at the back of his head, while her legs clung tighter around his waist, drawing them even closer together.
Only she knew how much restraint it took not to overwhelm him with her strength.
But it was only temporary — soon, Drake would understand everything.
As her lips pressed against his, she reciprocated the kiss, her fervor matching his.
It was their first time kissing, both a little clumsy at first, but only for a fleeting moment.
Within seconds, it deepened, became searing and passionate, their tongues tangling together in a fierce dance of desire.
In her mind, only one word repeated over and over, like a broken record: 'Darling, Darling, Darling, Darling~!'
She couldn't stop herself, lost in the overwhelming tide of emotions flooding her being.
They both lost track of time, utterly consumed by the kiss, by each other, until the world around them faded into nothingness.
All that remained was the heat between them, growing stronger, as they drowned in each other's embrace.
She even came three times in a row just by kissing him and rubbing herself on his huge bulge that's probing her belly.
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