Eaten By The Tyrant I Raised

“Nabel!”

Startled,Lorna placed her hand on her head. Nabel paid no mind and nestled into her embrace.

Thin strands of shimmering hair cascaded, revealing his pelvis. As he gently pulled down the spot where a pristine white panty was, a hint of dense pink foliage peeked through, teasingly uncertain.

Whisper.

Nabel’s lips met the shallow pool within her pelvis. As the proximity intensified, a shudder ran throughLorna’s body.

“Ah.”

Nabel left his mark there, yet thirst still lingered. Thus, he ventured deeper into her innermost being.

The panties descended to the knees, and Nabel’s lips touched the tender flesh beneath the raised fabric, exposing her abdomen.

“Hmm.”

Nabel’s kiss landed upon the vivid pink bush. His descending lips gently embraced the most delicate part of her.

“Mmm!”

The stimulation was so intense thatLorna’s knees nearly buckled. Nabel supported her with his bent knee and lower back. Once more, his lips met the pinnacle of her desire.

“Ah…!”

As Nabel tantalized her c**toris with the tip of his tongue,Lorna’s waist curved. Nabel caught her as she almost slumped down, lifting her by straightening his knee.

Her wet thighs rested in his hands, cupped securely. Warm fluids trickled down his hand, caressed his thighs, and gradually trickled away.

“Was it too playful?”

Nabel chuckled softly, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Then, he wiped his hand against her wetness and cleansed his hand with a tissue, which he dropped casually onto the floor.

Finally, Nabel gently placed his forehead against Lorna’s flushed cheek, making makeup unnecessary.

A warm heat spread throughout his body. Surprisingly, there was no longer any chill or tremor. Every inch of him was infused with a fervent energy. Lorna’s face reddened.

“Well then, just a moment.”

He took a few steps back from her, washed his hands, and returned. His slightly chilled hands tidied her attire.

Her perky bosom was concealed beneath the garments, and the shimmery dress and chemise were properly worn, hiding all the delightful traces on her body.

A crimson cape, brought by Lin earlier, draped over it all.

“Finished.”

Nabel grinned mischievously.

The well-fitting shoes must have already been prepared by the maids outside the door.

Nabel stood behind Lorna in front of the mirror.

The height difference seemed as though it amounted to no more than an extra face. Lorna discovered herself instinctively snuggling into his embrace.

“Nabel.”

There was a slight chill in her body that warmed, not just due to his touch.

It was a sense of security.

“You can lean on me like this, it’s perfectly fine,” said Nabel, as he embraced her body and gently leaned her towards me.

“….”

Rone inhaled and exhaled several times, nestled in the warmth of his embrace. Her head, which had been filled with tension, seemed to relax a little.

Nabel, who tightly held Lorna, whispered to her.

“Just a moment…”

He disappeared for a while, wondering where he had gone. Then he reappeared, holding a cosmetic product he might have brought at an unknown time. Nabel, who held a brush stained with a hint of red, smiled.

“Can you close your eyes for a moment?”

He had become mischievous.

When did he learn these things?

Rone willingly closed her eyes.

The touch of the brush against her cheek was gentle and pleasant. The brush tapped her cheek a few times and then withdrew.

“Since I cannot indulge in longing for you in front of the priests, just a little…”

The spot where the brush was withdrawn was met with something soft and warm, touching her cheek again.

Pucker.

Nabel, who was stealing a stolen kiss, smiled awkwardly when Lorna opened her eyes.

“You caught me.”

In the end, Lorna smiled too. Only a pleasant sense of anticipation remained, like a magical spell.

“Don’t forget. Remember how precious you are in that place.”

Nabel whispered softly.

Is there a magician more valuable than the owner of a divine being?

Of course, she was also a precious person in a different sense.

“But still, when you feel nervous, think about the power you will possess soon.”

Nabel, finally, held her tightly.

“Lady Rida, a mere magician of the third step. What can she possibly do?”

You are the greatest magician, the owner of a divine being, loved by the gods.

And behind her, the emperor of the empire stood steadfast.

Thus, the trial of the tower began.

***

In the expansive square of the grand palace, a multitude of temple-goers had gathered in front of Lorna.

“Lorna is here to bestow her presence upon us!”

She was not yet the ruler of the gods, merely Lorna herself.

However, the sorcerers’ attention was already drawn to the crimson fox walking beside her.

“That would be…”

“Indeed, the shadow is not absent.”

Even under the bright sunlight, there was no shadow cast by the fox named Belle. This signified that Belle was a divine creature created purely through magical prowess.

The sorcerers erupted in cheers.

“…”

Lorna appeared more vibrant than ever before.

On her shoulder, the diminutive Belle hopped up and settled comfortably, her body curled up. Lorna raised her head, lifting her thick, pink tresses that cascaded down listlessly. The small gemstone embellishments on her clothing and the golden decorations on her cape sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight.

And her gaze, directed forward, though slightly trembling, exuded confidence.

Swoosh.

As the cheering sorcerers fell silent, the sound of a bracelet jingling reached Lorna’s ears.

“…”

Lorna took a moment to inhale and exhale deeply.

In this very moment, what came to her mind was the warmth of Nabel.

Her gaze became even more resolute.

And in the third row from behind, her eyes met with Lady Rida, the Countess.