Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Hoisting my Master' over my back, allowing his head to rest gently against my shoulder, his warm, tender flesh seemed to soothe my entire body, washing away the chill from our earlier encounter. It was insane that little experience. Was I not here, I was sure Zanris and Ezra would have perished, turned into nothing more than a paste, if not ash if those Azure bolts directly hit them. Even I might have died from a direct hit.

Moving master, who was under the laws of this accursed place, divinity tugged at the others resting. My instincts told me that staying here was not in my best interest. We were too close to the bombardment zone.

Finding a better place to rest, a cave or cavern, I pressed ahead, making sure not to wake my sleeping prince, who seemed to drool as he slept. I made an important mental note to keep this robe forever.

Chanting a stone spell to find a perfect location, I headed east a little ways off the village we left a week before, where I found a dark cave embedded between a large stump. Sensing no powerful beast, I laid everyone down except my master. He was mine till he woke—all mine.

Pulling out a holocube, I gave a brief report to inform anyone who shared the same issue. Everything was changing too quickly. I initially thought the abyssal natives would be the biggest problem, but they are the most reasonable people I have met to date. Aside from not liking outsiders, they seem like average cultivators.

"I wonder how Mimir is—"

"He is fine," Master's soft voice whispered in my ears, allowing his hot breath to stir every inch of my heart. He lifted his head and turned my head to his, bearing a smile that seemed as sinful as ever; I shuttered but the intensity in his eyes, the very heat pressing against my heart, slipping down to my loins, craving his touch, his kiss, his lips. Master scarlet eyes burned with a glow I could not mistake.

Then his gaze left mine, landing on Zanris, Ezra, then the other three, when his hand slowly hooked over my breast, taking hold of them as if he owned me, his legs coiled around mine, locking them in place with the help of his ankles. He pushed a little hard, and my legs opened.

Masters' grip tightened around my bosom as he skillfully slipped through my robes, taking me hard and without hesitation. Forcefully he pulled me back into his embrace, sending my breath into flustering heat and longing. Wanting more, needing more, I was not above begging, not above pleading for more. He was my master, and I, his knight. He owned me. I was his to do as he pleased. Sired or not, Master had treated me kindly. More so than Odin, much less my own family, who had no problem in selling me.

Teasing my body without mercy. His lips caressed my neck, still stained with dirt and debris. Embarrassed, my cheeks burned, but Master did not stop. He started with my neck, listening to my moans. He traced up to my cheeks before finally tilting my head more, taking my lips.

I melted. Arsene's dominating kiss took my breath away. Falling into such a frenzy of warmth and joy, I shuttered. I was a god, a powerful High God, a king to boot, but I was breathless. Struggling to keep my consciousness as we crashed over the ground. Master fingers found their way over my slit, wet and craving his touch. He pulled away, and I reached for more. Pressing my lips against his, forgetting to breathe, he smiled and pulled away, to my dismay.

The stem of darkness in Arsene's eyes glowed. Amusement crept onto his lips, wet by my lips. He spoke, "If we," he said, while fingers teased me below. Tracing back and forth in a devilish manner, I shuttered, trying to close my legs, but Master had locked me in place. Playing me to his own tune, he continued, "keep going. Someone is going to wake up."

"I don't care," I said without thought. Why would such a thing matter?

My Ashen Prince teasing grew stronger, pressing his fingers deeper against my garden just at the precipice of entering, a pressure I could not handle, could not contain rose within my womb. His grip around my bosom tightened, and I could feel an intense heat pressing against my back—Hard and raring to go. Master fingers slowly entered me.

"AHH~" A cried, quivering in both agitation and bliss, as his fingers curled, stretching deep enough to drive my fluttered heart into a state of panic while teasing me for what was to come. Juices leaked, over my robes, tainting them a dark grey from their original light.

Like a chorus, I sang to my master's tune, wishing to have released, but Master seemed to forbid it no matter what. Tears flooded my eyes, and my womb cried, twisting for a longing I never truly had.

Odin was a monster, a rapist. I didn't know what would happen back then, what it meant to be with him, but he was cruel in more ways than I care to remember. Was it not for my master's rebirth, I don't think I would have ever felt this way? Not truly, maybe not ever.

Tears stained my cheeks as I spoke, "Master, I love you. Thank you for saving me." I said with the utmost worship and longing. "You gave me everything. A new chance. A new everything. Thank you."

Arsene's beckoning lips curled up, and his head drew close, taking my lips in a loving embrace, his fingers still toying with me as I squirmed in his hands, " My Knight, Loyalty is only the beginning. I reward all those who follow me. So tell me. What is it you want?" He smoothly asked; removing his fingers, he flipped me against the icy stone and peered deeply into my eyes, looking for something I could not perceive, and interlocked my hands with his and placed them on each side of my head.

Silence ensued, and the coldness of this twilight seemed to skim over my loose robes, missing something.

"What is it you want, my loyal knight," Arsene repeated calmly, his expression solemn, but his eyes emitting a sin, a gleam of fire, as I laid defenseless for him to take.

"I want you," I said, as the deepest truth.

He smiled, "And how do you want me?"

"I–" I couldn't answer.

"Say it." He teased, drawing close to my lips.

"Fuck me," I uttered curtly, but he only shook his head in dissatisfaction.

"Dirtier,"

Wishing to find a hole, I bit my lips and opened my mouth, "Fuck this pussy, Master. Destroy it!!!!!"

"Hehe"