"Clean well. Don't let my wife see the stain." The horror returned, running up Heath's spine. Liam's cold voice evoked his urge to run and save himself from the predator Heath had always seen in him. However, dislike also grew when he heard Liam's words just now. "No matter how hard you try to hide your deteriorating condition from my sister, you know the truth, you won't be able to last long in this world, right?" asked Heath in a low, trembling voice, with fear and anger. Liam just smiled casually. "Of course. More than you, I know that. And Harriet too. How many times do you think I've vomited blood in front of her?" "Then why are you pushing yourself so much–?!" Heath stopped his questioning when Liam suddenly straightened himself quickly. On reflex, Heath tried to help the man who was slightly shorter than him to stand up straight. But Liam raised his hand, blocking Heath from helping him with a smile that turned the other way. "Madam, good morning," Liam said. Heath look
"What will my Madam do after this?" Liam asked after finishing his breakfast. Harriet raised her eyebrows. "Me? Since you woke up, I…” The woman saw Liam shake his head. “Don't decide how to spend your time just because I'm awake. I wanted to know what you usually do when I'm unconscious too," Liam said softly. Harriet blinked once and saw Liam's hand gripping hers on the table. She glanced at Liam's face, which looked pale, but his expression was calm. Was he okay? "Then you must be prepared. My routine is so boring,” Harriet replied warmly. Liam's smile widened as he reached for the glass of water and drank it. Meanwhile, Heath stood up and excused himself with a displeased face. Seeing it made Harriet chuckle. Heath always reacted this way when she was close to someone, male or female. In a way, Heath was even more overprotective than she was towards Heath. Harriet leaned her hand on the table and looked at Liam who was wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. "Come follow me
It was a card she wrote spontaneously because she was missing Liam– She had even forgotten about the card! "Ah, uh…" Liam saw Harriet's eyes looking all over the place in a panic. "Oh, it was sent from the capital, so it must have come before you got here, huh?" Liam asked, nodding in understanding. Harriet didn't mean to be here when Liam opened the box. But since Liam hadn't woken up at all since Harriet left for the capital, it was clear that the box had finally been opened only now. "This is embarrassing," said Harriet with a low sigh. Her face flushed red, making Liam want to laugh, but he held it in. "Come on, we've done things more..." "I-I know, but still, it's embarrassing," said Harriet as she took the card in Liam's hand and tucked it into a drawer in her room. However, Liam had no intention of leaving things like this alone. Harriet didn't dare turn to Liam yet because she still had to get her expression back to normal first. Just as she had managed to calm herse
Liam was so aroused when he saw how focused his wife's face was on finding pleasure over him, as well as feeling her silky walls trying to squeeze him dry. They all made Liam even more tempted to break off the tie on his wrist. Gah... he closed his eyes to control his mounting desire. It felt so tight, wet, and warm inside her. His senses grew thinner with each passing second, with every movement of his wife's lithe hips– Liam wanted a little more… faster… it was not enough– "Oh!" Harriet was surprised when Liam lifted his hips up, in rhythm with the movement of her hips, pressing the innermost part of her. "Milord..." Harriet realized that her moves wouldn't be enough to satisfy Liam at this point. She wasn't a monster who could pound her hips up and down like her husband, and at the same time, she didn't want to give up on seeing how far this man could hold himself. Would he rip the tie that held his hand? Would he take over the reins? Would he push her to the bed and force up
It was after noon. Harriet's arms that were holding onto the headboard were shaking, and so were her thighs and knees that were resting on the bed. “Milord, I beg you–” "Just a little more, Madam," whispered Liam who was still pounding her waist, thrusting from behind. “You have… said that… five times alread–aah–angh–” “Uhm–” Liam finished and spilled the remnants of his seed inside. "Hm-" "Oh..." it was warm. This was the last warmth Liam gave her today. Liam lifted her up, giving her a soft kiss from the side. "Done?" asked Harriet weakly. "Done," Liam kissed her cheek again, laying her on the bed. At the same time, Harriet was writhing and her legs felt limp, soft shivers running down her body. The man caught his breath and stood up, intending to get a towel. He thought that his aching body this morning would stop him from torturing his wife's body, but oh how wrong he was. And now he felt surprisingly refreshed. "Milord?" Harriet called out to him in a small voice. "Mm
The sun was starting to set. Heath kept his stances ready. With one clean and sharp move, he aimed his longsword through the air. His legs slipped off the ground and less than a second later, a smooth acrobatic movement of Heath's tall, sturdy and slender body made several of the wooden puppets on the practice field cut into many pieces. He didn't even pant as he put his longsword back into its scabbard. Ever since he became a Lycan, he felt his body change drastically. His five senses improved significantly and still hadn't stopped improving until now. Especially when he moved, his body seemed to know what to do and immediately obeyed his brain's commands much easier than when he was an ordinary human. He was an Alpha. Did all Alphas feel the same way? Old Duke Rayleigh Almandine, and Young Lord Liam Almandine… Both were extremely powerful Alphas, doubled by the experience and everything they had endured during their lives. Even if Heath was an Emperor of this continent, he
"This cane is my father's," Liam said suddenly. Heath, who was sitting by his side on the sidelines of the training field looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Grandpa Ray is a pure-blood Lycan. My grandmother, Grandpa's mate is a Half-Elf. They gave birth to my father. But unexpectedly, my father was born more like a normal human," Liam said quietly. "He's an Alpha, but he's much weaker than you," Liam continued, looking at his brother-in-law. Heath furrowed his brows deeply. "What are you trying to tell me by sharing all this?" asked the young man. Liam shrugged his shoulders. "I just want to say, I grew up in a good environment," said Liam. "Both my parents and my family were quite normal and they loved me, raising me with all the kindness they could give me in this world. Especially my father. He… was not a monster like my grandfather and me." Heath was getting more and more clueless. "I understand what love and family are. I understand what it means when someone lives for
Liam stood in front of a painting of his father and mother in that short hallway in the castle.The cane in his hand had an engraving on the wooden handle, which read, "Theodore Almandine".The cane in his hand was the same cane his father held in the painting. He remembered his father's words when he was a child when he asked about the Mate of an Alpha Lycan."Mate?""Our mate is a woman who was created to be the person we are most compatible with within this world. She will support and perfect us, creating the best and strongest version of us."Liam always remembered his father's words.Harriet was not Liam's Mate. Even though Liam loved Harriet and Harriet loved him, he now knew why Harriet wasn't his mate. That was because even though the two of them were already perfect on their own, the moment they united, they would destroy each other.Liam wanted to laugh at himself when he asked Harriet to suffer with him. He wanted to go back in time and slap himself."Ugh!"Liam coughed. Bl
It was about a week later at night... that Harriet was finally tired of waiting.Liam had been gone for a week now, and no matter what she did, he wouldn’t come home. Could it be that... it was because of Mr. Saturday?She couldn’t reach out to his mind. She couldn’t even hear his voice. This was the first time Liam was gone by his own choice without saying anything to her.At first, she was okay with it. It was okay if he needed some space. It would be okay if he said at least something to her. Just a little mental note...But he didn’t.He went cold, just like that.So it was time for her to be creative.He refused to heed her call, closing all kinds of communication that existed within their mind... then the only resort was to call him through his body.“Mmmh...”She slipped her fingers inside herself. She let out a sigh as she tickled her inside, her eyes closing in ecstasy. The so
“You have to squeeze me hard, or I won’t come.”She nodded in understanding, holding his throbbing cock against her palm. He shivered when she wrapped her fingers around it, squeezing it firmly, making sure he was fully aroused.“Ohhhh... squeeze harder. Give me just a little bit more strength, my love.”She squeezed him even tighter, and he cried out loudly, his voice echoing through the room. Even though he scared her, she kept pushing further, trying to breathe in unison with him.His waist moved against her hand, thrusting into her grip. His muscles tensed, and he groaned loudly. Her hand felt sore, but his dick looked desperately more stiff than usual.“AHHHH!”In an instant, his legs buckled, and he fell onto her, throwing her off balance. She tumbled to the ground, landing heavily on the floor.When she glanced up, the beast had been released from its chain. He grinned at her.&l
“In my memory, that side of the world was tainted by the use of Sorcery. That’s why we have to purify it with holy fire,” Mr. Thursday said as he pointed to the east.When they were burning the world, it was in a literal sense. They were burning the world, turning the effect of Sorcery on the earth to ashes. They spared nothing, no one, no witnesses.They were determined to let the world start anew.“And at the far east, where you can see it from here, is where the holy fire was never exhausted because too much curse of Sorcery needed to be burned,” the man said.“That much destruction was possible?” Harriet asked, and the man nodded.“In a way, your timeline was the best-case scenario. Ezra’s sacrifice had not only saved us but also our future generations,” the man said.“You sacrificed yourself too,” Harriet reminded.“Not me, but your husband...”
Her body was battered blue, but he didn’t know why it turned him on even more. No, he wasn’t a sadist, thus why he wanted to fondle her gentler than ever.He licked her clitoris, soft. He played it with his lips...slowly, gently. He kissed the tip of her pink bud. His fingers moved inside her, massaging her g-spot softly.She moaned as she felt him go deeper into her slit. His thick fingers created a lewd wet sound, making her so horny that it made her want to grab his hair and pull hard. She didn’t, though, because she liked this slow game. She let him do what he wanted with her body.The man parted her pussy, slowly pulling out his fingers and inserting them again in their place. Her vagina felt like heaven to him. It was warm, tender, and so wet. He could feel how excited she was by the way her walls tightened around his thick digits.He wanted to add another finger, but not yet. Make it even slower... more intense. She would love tha
“Are you awake?”Harriet’s eyes slowly opened. She smelled a delicious aroma. When she looked around her room, she saw a lot of delicious-looking dishes.And Liam sat on the other side of the room, staring at her with his arms crossed in front of his chest.“Come here and eat,” he said, inviting her.The morning sun lazily peeked through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. A soft breeze blew through, rustling the curtains and sending the scent of blooming flowers wafting inside.The table was set with an array of delicious dishes, their mouth-watering aroma wafting through the air.They sat beside each other, their fingers intertwined on the table. Their eyes were fixed on the spread before them, but... there was a subtle sadness in Mr. Wednesday’s eyes.It was a quiet melancholy that settled around him like a cloak, casting a shadow over the brightness of the morning. The woman noticed i
“Harriet... I love you...”THRUST! THRUT! THRUST!“I want to marry you... making you happy... but instead I... I can’t save you...”“I’m sorry...”Harriet gasped and moaned as she heard his whisper in her ears. She didn’t like this at all. “Mr... Monday... how dare you... say all this... when we’re in the middle of... mmmh...! Oh... kiss me, Liam...!”The man devoured her lips as her body spasmed, her limbs clutched into his body desperately.The night had deepened. It was almost midnight, and they hadn’t finished their activity. It was a good decision to let the servants empty the wing.Since their tower hadn’t been rebuilt yet, they had to use a normal bedroom, and the place was a bit close to the working servants...“Don’t you dare pull out again. Put your seed inside me, Liam,” Harriet whispered.“Is this how y
Harriet passed out the moment her head hit the pillow. These days had been too hectic for her; she didn’t even have time to rest properly.When the sunlight hit her eyes that morning, she felt something blocking them to let her rest more. And then, she smelled it. Only one man in this world could give a scent of the sun.He was like the beginning of summer right after the spring ended. Not even the night could hide this kind of scent... even though Harriet instantly felt something different.It was too distant.Her eyelids trembled open. She was expecting to see him lying facing her, but she was met with his back instead.He was awake.He was even awake since midnight. When he opened his eyes, he was there, not knowing what had happened or what to do. But when the sunlight hit her frail-looking body, he was afraid it would disturb her sleep, so he covered her from the sun.That was when he felt her small fingers grazing his back
[Hello, my name is Charmy.]Penelope’s jaw was still hanging open.[I’m 5.]Penelope stared at Heinrich in disbelief.“So, this is Charmaine. He’s... he’s the stone I made five... almost six years ago to become an Immortal Archmage,” Heinrich said.Penelope still couldn’t comprehend anything.“Okay, mine and the Duchess’ working theory is that when we create the Philosopher’s Stone, the mythical balance is achieved, and a new soul is created from it...”“No, Your Highness, what I was surprised about is... why did he call me his... Mommy?” Penelope seriously asked.“Well, this...” Heinrich tried to think of a way to explain it.[Mommy, you mean. I was cheering for you allllll the time! I’m screeeeaming for Daddy to just see you and be with you!]“He chose you as his master. That night at the North, he... essentiall
“It seemed that we’ve all concluded all we know about the stone. With the help of the communication device I created, we will be able to discuss with your stone to create the ideal society we’ve talked about,” Harriet said as she concluded their talk.She only conveyed her discovery about the stone but also theorized about what had happened to each stone.“Now that you’ve become a Lycan, Aslan, you have double the responsibility to uphold. Don’t disappoint us,” Harriet said.Aslan stood and kneeled, bowing his head low. “I won’t disappoint you, God and Goddess.”After Aslan left, Harriet turned back to Heinrich. He was clearly deep in thought.“Do you have something you want to ask your stone again?” Harriet asked him.Heinrich sighed and started to loosen his tout posture. “Actually, may I borrow the device for a day?”Harriet held her smile and