Crimson Core

Xavier knelt in place; he held Martha’s legs. Her smooth skin was driving him crazy.

‘He is really going to the do it!!!’ Martha screamed to herself. She had never done this before.

Of course she was a bold woman and knew how to use her assets. But she had never done this before. Xavier had a very moderate member, it wasn’t huge, and it wasn’t too small. He was the right size, the right size for Martha.

“Please, be gentle…” Martha whispered.

“Don’t worry am here, I won’t let you feel too much pain.” Xavier understood what Martha felt, she had heard a lot of things concerning a woman’s first time.

She was scared of the pain; this was the true vulnerable side Martha had hidden from the world. Xavier’s words of assurance gave her peace, she had learned to trust him over the long period of days they spent together.

Martha bit her lip and nodded, this sight almost made Xavier lose control. She was his weak point. Xavier almost gave into the temptation of bulling her, he wanted to drive his shaft so deep into Martha that she would scream loud enough to attract the attention of the guards on night duty.

Martha closed her eyes and waited for the sensation, the pain…anything at all. Xavier took Martha’s action as his cue to stick his member in.

It did not take long before Martha felt something; a hot object entering her most sacred place. The object was warm, it felt nice.

The nice feeling did not last long as she felt that Xavier had hit an elastic wall. She knew what it was, she understood that the pain was about to pour in.

“Should I stop?” Xavier asked. He really did not want her to feel pain. He was ready to stop if she wanted to.

“No, keep going.” Martha said. She was beginning to get used to the feeling of half of his tip inside her.

Xavier pushed his dragon deeper.

—Rip—

The sound of Martha’s hymen ripping was almost inaudible, due to the hard breathing of the couple. They had become one.

Martha was used to pain; she had fought in battles that made even men shudder and shake in their boots. She had been close to death many times, she had had her limbs almost fall off, but this pain was new.

Martha’s hand shot to her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Xavier did not move. He stayed in place, letting Martha get used to the pain. He was very considerate or so it seemed… Xavier was also partly enjoying the insides of Martha; she was so tight.

“You can move now.” Martha said after a few moments. She was seeing that Xavier was being uncomfortable as he just stayed in place.

The moment Martha said that; Xavier started moving slowly.

“…ah…” Martha moaned. The pain she felt was starting to disappear, soon to be replaced with pleasure, unimaginable pleasure. Martha had never felt anything quite like this before.

Xavier was simply ploughing her. Her virgin walls were sensitive as it had just been recently violated. Martha could feel all of Xavier’s moderately thick member ploughing her ever so slowly.

Martha was lost in pleasure, but she could feel Xavier wasn’t giving her his all. ‘Maybe he does not want to rough house me?’ Martha thought to herself.

She looked at Xavier and saw his struggle. “Stop.” She said.

“Yes?” Xavier asked about to pull out.

“No!!!” She had to stop him before it was too late.

“Are you enjoying this?” She asked. “and don’t lie to me.” She said when she saw Xavier’s conflicted expression.

She had understood. Xavier was not giving his all, she could see it…she could feel it.

Martha steeled her resolve. “Xavier, I can’t believe that I am saying this; but I love you. I love you so much, I want you to get pleasure from this as well. Give it your all. I can handle it…”

‘…I think.’

“You are serious?” Xavier wanted to be sure of what he heard. She said she loved him!! “You are not scared that I would break you?” Xavier asked with concern in his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to drive his shaft into the deepest parts of Martha.

“Yes, I meant every word. Besides your member is not that big~” Martha said in sarcastic tone.

This touched Xavier differently, his member was at least six and a half inches. She said it was small?! His pride had been hurt.

“Lets see how you like this.”

At this point Martha began to regret her words. The smile on Xavier’s face as he said those words were beyond meaningful; they were scary.

“What are you— ohhh!” Xavier lifted Martha off the bed, she was suspended in his strong arms…he was ready.

Xavier lifted her in a hugging position, Martha was surprisingly flexible. Her legs were facing the ceiling, her thighs served as a guide to prevent her breast from spilling over. Her honey pot was exposed and was dripping wet.

During the process Xavier member had found its way out of Martha’s honeypot…but that was about to change. “Are you ready for this?”

Martha was too shocked to say anything. Xavier took it as a yes. “Ngh… How is this?”

Xavier had driven his member balls deep into Martha, pushing her to her limit. His tip was already pushing her wombs gate.

“…” Martha was no longer on earth, the feeling, the sensation of being full drove her nuts with pleasure.

—Plap Plap Plap—

The sounds of Xavier’s balls hitting Martha’s hole filled the room. The flesh of the two most powerful mages in the purple fang Faction were in a frequent collision process.

The sounds filled the room, the passion in the air was thick. “mm hm…mm hmm…ngh. Yes…ohhh…!” Martha was lost in the activity that was going on.

The feeling of being pounded while being suspended in the air was out of this world. She was happy as well; Xavier was finally giving it his all.

“Martha…” Xavier whispered in her ears after a bit of more pounding.

“Ye— yes?” Martha was a having a hard time talking. Xavier’s intensity was messing with her thoughts.

“Bear…my…children…” Xavier managed to say after a while.

“OK!” Martha did not hesitate. She wanted to spend her days with him, have a family with him. If he told her to drop the position of head of the Purple Fanged Sect, she would agree. Though, Xavier had no such thoughts.

Martha wanted to make it official. “Xavier…”

This time Xavier’s intensity was becoming bearable. It wasn’t as intense as it was before. “Yes, my lady.” Xavier answered.

“Are you close to releasing?” She asked.

“Yes, I am.” Xavier said.

What she said next, he had never thought that she would say something like that.

“Will you marry me?” Martha was a very forward woman, she felt comfortable with him. She had already spent ten years of her life with him, it won’t be out of place to spend the rest of it with him.

This was an awkward position for Xavier, he was planning on asking her when she got pregnant, but this was even better. The pounding was still going on even though they had the conversation.

Seeing Xavier silent caused Martha to be tense. It was good in a way, because her walls clenched around Xavier. The pressure Xavier’s member was feeling force what happened next to occur.

“Nnghh…!” Xavier held Martha in place as he poured his warm milk into her.

“Ohhh…!” The feeling of his warm milk entering her womb made Martha to lose control of herself. Not sure if she would hear him, Xavier decided to give her his answer. “Martha, I will marry you.”

It felt odd to be the one receiving the marriage proposal but it was good nonetheless. It didn’t matter because Martha was too busy savouring the feeling of being filled for the first time, to respond properly.

Xavier was still full of passion; the process of crashing skin, and nuptial rituals continued all night long.

Somewhere outside, in the courts of the purple fanged faction…

“Did you hear that?” One of the soldiers stationed on night duty asked his fellow soldier.

“Did I hear what? You mean the sounds coming from the commander’s quarters?” the other soldier asked with a smile.

“Yes, Xavier seems to have landed her!” He said with a mischievous expression.

“I never had such conversations with you, I do not want my head on the pole.” The second soldier tried his best to ignore his colleague.

“Oh right!”

The two soldiers knew of Martha’s temper. If she found out that they gossiped about her, she could have them beheaded the next morning. Martha had a weird knack for beheading people, her own soldiers were not spared. If one looked closely, you would see that the two soldiers were currently shaking in their boots.

They were scared shitless. The thought of what Martha might do to them if she found out they gossiped about her, triggered a bit of trauma within them.

There was an awkward silence between the two soldiers throughout the night. The only sound present with them was the sound of flesh colliding, all night.

They, at that time not only feared Xavier, but they also revered him. Truly he was a man among men, and they shafts testified to the fact as well.

It didn’t take long before it was morning. The soldiers on duty had had an ear full of sensual sound and moans throughout the night. Their bodies were now sore.

At least one part of their body. Martha had a weird habit, whenever she woke up, she would not open her eyes until a few moments. Most times to reimagine the dream she had the other night, other times to get used to the unpleasant heat of the northern continent.

But something was wrong today, today she felt warm… Pleasantly warm. It wasn’t harsh, it wasn’t violating; it was new to her. This feeling she loved it.

Martha opened her eyes, expecting to see the cream-colored wall or her mirrored ceiling as she woke up. But she didn’t, instead she saw a pair of blue eyes looking down at her.

Martha closed her eyes again, this was unexpected.

‘What is happening? This is a dream right? This can be true. What happened last night… LAST NIGHT?!? It wasn’t a dream?!?’

If Xavier could hear Martha’s thoughts he would simply roll over laughing, but the view he saw now was… Enough. He had seen her wake up a lot of times over the past ten years, but never in his arm… Never this close.

Martha’s eye lids kept quivering, he found this extremely cute. “Wake up, its not a dream.”

Xavier said causing Martha to redden even more, she was embarrassed. ‘I have to open my eyes now.’ Martha was simply ecstatic, so ecstatic she did not know how to respond to this.

Xavier found this her behaviour really loveable and cute. He could stay here all day and watch Martha, but they had things to do today.

Sigh, the daily life of high officials.

A few days ago, Kai had brought back the unconscious body of Lord Marshall into the manor. Today Lord Marshall was finally waking up.

“My Lord, you are awake!” One of his many maids said it in an ecstatic manner.

“Haa,” Lord Marshall heaved weakly. “Where is Kai?”

“Uhh, my Lord. He is training. He has been going at it since he brought you back.”

Kai had been training intensively, body and mind. He had found some books related to the dark arts of blood magic. It turned out that the concept of blood magic and manipulation had been present in the weaves of time before King Salinger. The fact was that everyone knew of the blood mage and what he could do. Most water mages had the potential to become a blood mage, as it was one of its variants. But only a handful of mages have been recorded as being able to manipulate blood or practice blood magic.

Another fact that stopped many other mages from practicing blood magic was the reputation around it. Blood magic was known as the dark arts of dark magic. The few mages who had ascended into the realm where they could control blood had their personalities corrupted. It was bound to happen.

The first Blood mage was a water mage that had his entire clan massacred from In front of him. The anguish and agony and the thirst for revenge fuelled his corruption. He could not grow strong enough to go against those who killed his clan members, as he had the potential of at most being a count-ranked mage.

The records were not clear on how he unlocked the powers of the blood magic art, but it was clear on what happened to him after that. It was said that he wiped out every living thing that had a connection with the murderers of his clan; not even the livestock was spared.

It was clear of the fact that he was ruthless. Nevertheless, after his genocidal revenge, he disappeared, never to be seen again.

Such were the stories of the other blood mages. They had two things in common; one, the elemental magic of blood was awakened in them through a very bad experience. Two, they disappeared after fulfilling whatever ambition they had.

The fact that Kai started his journey with just blood was an anomaly in the records. It was the norm as per the records that the blood mages either had no elemental affinity or they had water as their elemental affinity.

Kai still did not understand what that meant for him, but it was not going to dissuade him from finding Chelsea’s soul and maybe having Amal’s head as well.

Although Kai had vast knowledge in his head, he didn’t know everything.

Recently Kai had been hard on himself; he hated the feeling of weakness he got when he was with Vilholin. The person or entity that sent Vilholin must be stronger than him; the present Kai wasn’t even sure if he could beat Vilholin. Sigh.