26 His lust ( R18)
As Xylon drank the remains of Arthur, he felt a sudden surge of power within him.
It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before since he became a human .
He felt as if every fiber of his being was vibrating with an otherworldly energy.
At first, he felt a sense of euphoria, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. But then, the feeling turned dark and sinister.
He felt a primal urge to destroy, to end the unjustified torture that he felt when Balthyrov killed him.
That feeling he had was not because of the power, that feeling existed long ago and this new power just filled it to the maximum.
As he looked out into the night sky, he could feel the magic of the last soul keeper coursing through him, giving him an intimate knowledge of the processes of reincarnation.
He felt as if he could bend reality to his will, shaping the very fabric of the universe to suit his desires.
And so, with his malicious sense of purpose, Xylon set out to rid everything that haunted him in the last 18 years .
He would not rest until every demon and every human had been banished from the world .
As he began to walk, he could feel the ground shaking with each step, the very air around him crackling with power.
"The remains unlocked something within me," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the night.
Suddenly, Xylon's body convulsed as he fell to the ground, his eyes rolling back into his head. For a few moments, he lay motionless, as if in a trance.
Then, slowly, his body began to twitch, as if being controlled by some unseen force.
His hands and fingers contorted into bizarre shapes, as if trying to grasp hold of something just out of reach.
As he lay there, his breathing became shallow and ragged, and his skin grew cold to the touch.
It was as if he was being pulled down into some dark abyss, with no hope of escape.
For a long moment, there was nothing but silence, broken only by the sound of Xylon's labored breathing.
Then, suddenly, he began to speak, his voice low and gravelly.
"What the fuck!" He muttered .
Xylon groaned in frustration, trying to muster the strength to lift himself up from the ground. But it was as if an invisible weight was pressing down on him, holding him in place.
His mind raced with possibilities. Was this a side effect of drinking the remains of the last soul keeper?
Or was it some kind of curse or spell that had been cast upon him?
He tried to reach for his magic, to summon it to his aid, but his efforts were in vain. He felt drained, as if all his power had been sapped from him.
With each passing moment, the weight upon him grew stronger, and he felt his consciousness slipping away. Fear crept into his heart.
Was this the end for him?
As his vision blurred, Xylon began to feel gentle touches all over his body, as if a soft breeze was caressing him.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw a beautiful creature standing over him, her long hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of white.
Her eyes were a deep yellow, like the sunlight in the morning light, and her voice was like the melody of a distant stream.
"Xylon….Xylon "she kept repeating his name .
Xylon couldn't believe what was happening. He was still on the ground, unable to move, while the woman he had just met was straddling him.
He could feel her body pressed against his, her breast intentionally touching his chest, her warmth seeping into his skin.
He tried to speak, but his throat was dry and scratchy. Instead, he just lay there, looking up at her, wondering what was happening.
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, Xylon. I'm here to help you."
He tried to ask her who she was and how she knew his name, but she just shushed him and continued to kiss him.
Her touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine.
The woman's touch was intoxicating.
Her movements were sensual and fluid, and Xylon could feel every inch of her body pressing down against him.
It was a sensation that he had not experienced in a very long time, and it made him feel weird.
As she continued to move on top of him, he could feel his body responding to her, his senses become heightened as he gave himself over to the moment.
He could feel her breath on his neck, her hair tickling his chest.
Every movement, every touch, sent waves of pleasure through his body.
Xylon had always despised humans, their fragile bodies and mundane existence repulsed him.
He saw them as inferior beings, barely worth his attention. But in that moment, the women on top of him had awakened a primal desire that he had long suppressed.
He had always avoided physical contact with humans, viewing them as weak and unappealing.
But the touch of the girl's skin against his own ignited a lust within him that he had not felt in years.
It was as if she had unlocked a part of him that he had thought was long gone. A part that craved the pleasure that only a physical connection with another being could bring.
However, Xylon's mind was suddenly jolted back to reality as he remembered who he was and what he stood for.
He couldn't allow himself to be consumed by this sudden wave of desire, not when he had a mission to fulfill.
Feeling the weight of her body, Xylon bit down on the woman's lip, causing her to gasp in pain and surprise when she was kissing his mouth passionately.
"What are you doing?" she asked, pulling away from him.
Xylon's eyes flickered with a cold fury as he looked up at her. "Did you really think that taking advantage of me in this state will make me lose my mind ?"
