The silence had finally returned to the lands of Tenebris after the previous indescribable chaos. The mass exorcism led by Kaiser had more than worked. The wounded were being healed, the purified possessed were slowly regaining their senses, and the imdiate threat seed to have dissipated.
Klein now stood in Jezabel’s private office. The spacious room, bathed in the dim light of mana crystals arranged on the walls, cast bluish reflections on a thick carpet with geotric patterns. The air there was cooler than in the camp tents, carrying a light fragrance.
Jezabel was seated behind her imposing desk. Her long blonde hair, usually impeccable, was slightly disheveled, framing a face whose usual pallor was enhanced by a hint of fatigue. She was still wearing her combat outfit, a fitted garnt that highlighted her generous curves and athletic silhouette.
She raised her blue eyes toward Klein, who stood near the window, observing the night sky through the stained glass. The young man, with an imposing stature of one ter ninety, exuded a cynical aura. His silver hair caught the glow of the crystals as he brought a cigarette to his lips, inhaling a puff of gray smoke before slowly releasing it.
" Thank you for your help ", began Jezabel in a voice that tried to sound firm, but where sincere gratitude pierced through. " Without your intervention, the camp would have been devastated and we would have lost many students. "
Klein turned his head slightly, giving her that mocking smile that almost never left him.
" I only did my duty ",
Jezabel crossed her arms under her chest, a movent that accentuated the curve of her firm breasts under the stretched fabric of her bustier. She remained silent for a mont, observing him with a curiosity she no longer tried to hide. The contempt she once displayed for this human had transford into fascination since she had seen him slice through demonic mana with such ease, she felt she had already seen a similar technique sowhere.
" Frankly, I didn’t know there were techniques capable of exorcising demons without using arcane magic ", she admitted, tilting her head slightly.
She thought of the thods of the Holy Cathedral, which required complex rituals and the use of pure arcane mana to purify corruption. Yet, Klein had only used his aura and his blades, cutting through the demonic energy.
" There are many things you don’t know, Princess Jezabel ", retorted Klein, his tone calm.
Jezabel rose from her chair. The movent of her marked hips under her outfit made the fabric of her garnt sway. She slowly walked around her desk and approached him. She stopped only a few centiters away, forcing Klein to lower his eyes toward her. The difference in height was noticeable, but Jezabel did not back down, plunging her gaze into the cold blue of his.
" Are you playing mysterious? " she asked, a slight challenge shining in her pupils.
Without waiting for a reply, she raised her hand and removed the cigarette from Klein’s mouth. She held it between her fingers for a short mont before crushing it in a crystal ashtray placed on the windowsill, never breaking eye contact.
" I’m not playing mysterious ", replied Klein, his smile barely widening. " Whatever you want to know... "
He left his sentence hanging, the invitation clear. Jezabel felt a rush of heat invade her cheeks.
"So... I’d like to know everything~"
She, the arrogant princess of the Sol clan, suddenly felt vulnerable in front of this man. She did not reply with words. She closed the final distance and pressed her lips against his.
The kiss quickly beca passionate. Their tongues t, intertwined, tasting each other’s heat. Klein placed his hands on Jezabel’s slim waist, feeling the firmness of her muscles under his palms. He pulled her firmly against him, pressing her body against her generous curves. Jezabel let out a small muffled moan against his mouth, her hands rising to grip his broad shoulders.
Klein broke the contact to lower his face toward the elf’s neck. He kissed the soft and fragrant skin, just below the ear, where her pulse was racing. His warm lips traced a burning path along her tense throat.
" Mmmh... " she murmured, her voice already veiled by desire.
He slid his hands downward, seizing Jezabel’s bouncy and firm ass. The flesh was dense, offering a delicious resistance under his fingers that kneaded the shape with force. He lifted her effortlessly, as he had done with others before, and set her on the edge.
Jezabel spread her legs, encircling Klein’s waist with her powerful thighs. Klein began to undo the fastenings of her leather bustier. The fabric opened, freeing her heavy and opulent breasts that seed to shine under the bluish light. The nipples were already hard and pointed, reacting to the cool air and the excitent.
Klein captured one of the nipples in his mouth, sucking it greedily. His tongue circled the pinkish areola before pressing the sensitive flesh button.
" Ah! Yes... like that... " moaned Jezabel, arching her back to offer more of her chest to his face. Her fingers clawed into Klein’s silver hair.
While he was busy with her breasts, Klein’s right hand descended toward the princess’s crotch. He pushed aside the fabric of her black lace panties, already soaked by her excitent. His fingers t a stifling heat and abundant wetness. Her vulva was swollen, the inner lips already saturated with her natural juices.
" You’re already so wet, princess ", murmured Klein against her skin, his voice hoarse with desire.
" S—shut-up..."
He slid his index and middle finger between her slippery lips. He penetrated her vagina with a slow and deep movent, feeling the muscular and velvety walls instantly tighten around his fingers. The wet sound of her lubrication accompanied each back-and-forth movent.
At the sa ti, his thumb found the clitoris, that small firm and hypersensitive flesh button. He began to massage it with rapid and precise circular pressures. Jezabel’s body was traversed by shudders. Her hips began to move on their own, seeking to deepen the contact, her internal muscles contracting his fingers in a spasmodic rhythm.
" Haa... nng... faster... please... " she begged, her head thrown back, exposing the long line of her neck.
Klein accelerated the pace. His fingers plunged and withdrew relentlessly into Jezabel’s humid cave, while his thumb continued its rciless attack on her clitoris. The princess was losing all composure, her cries becoming sharper and her breaths more ragged. The sll of sex and passion now filled the office, sweeping away the last remnants of the past war.
" I... I’m going to cum... Ah! " she cried out, her body tensing like a bow.
A series of powerful and regular contractions seized her vagina, expelling a jet of hot liquid that flooded Klein’s hand and spread over the parchnts laid out on the desk. She remained there, panting, her face red and her eyes half-closed, savoring the waves of pleasure that continued to run through her, while Klein observed his prey, now totally submissive to his touch.
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