"Heat pooled in her chest as their mouths moved together, breath mixing, the kiss turning increasingly hungry, desperate, and sweet."
There was nothing gentle anymore, just shared warmth and a desperate pull that neither could resist.
That neither wanted to resist, they were slowly getting pulled into each other, lost in each other,
Every look, sll, and touch only seed to push them further into an abyss of pleasure that they couldn’t escape.
They would part for a few seconds, catching their breath while looking into each other’s eyes, their breaths mixing as their breathing slowly synchronized.
Before they would start again, sealing each other’s lips again as if they couldn’t stand to be apart
But even so, after a couple more minutes of indulgence, they finally separated, as if they had finally rembered where they were.
They were in the depths of a frozen wasteland for a dungeon where every single moving thing was out to kill and devour them.
Acknowledging this fact, they reluctantly parted their lips from each other, causing a thin, clear, crystalline string of saliva to erge from their parting.
Even though they were aware of their situation and began to part from each other’s warmth, their eyes stayed locked onto each other’s gaze.
A gaze that spoke of untold longing, disappointnt, and reluctance.
Reluctance to let go, disappointnt that they had to let go, and longing that they would have to hold onto.
At least until they were completely safe
Rising slowly from atop Azreal, Olivia firmly planted her feet onto the thick, cold snow that surrounded them.
Before she began to look upon his body once more, his back lay on the snow; his hair, although it always had a wild look to it, now looked utterly disheveled.
Speak not of hers
Her eyes traveled down towards his neck, where she had bitten him, drunk from him, and marked him.
She noticed a small, dark red spot slowly starting to erge on the spot where she had bitten him.
The wound her bite had left was long gone by now, leaving behind only that dark red mark.
Feeling quite satisfied looking at the mark she had left behind, she moved her gaze up towards his face. His eyes were still looking at her, those deep amber eyes that made it feel like he was staring into the depths of her soul.
Examining all that she was and would be.
But this feeling wasn’t uncomfortable, not far from it; his gaze gave her a feeling of security and warmth, almost as if nothing could ever pull them apart.
She quickly averted her gaze from his, because if she had stared any longer, she would have without a doubt leaped onto him once more, and this ti she would be fully conscious while doing it.
Moving her gaze away from his eyes, she caught sight of his lips, the sa lips that she had just finished kissing. She unconsciously started to lick her own lips, rembering the sweet feeling.
POV shift
He sat with his back to the cold snowy floor, looking up at her, watching as she ’shyly’ averted her eyes from his.
She was so cute.
But he had more important things to worry about than how her eyes were seemingly glued to his lips.
He spoke the word "status" in his mind, attempting to see what all the notifications he had missed in his dazed state were about.
STATUS
Na: Azreal Tiamat
Age: 18
Race: Werewolf & Kitsune Hybrid (Beastborn)
Core: Novice
Affinities: Sun, Moon, Dream, Gravity
Lineage: ######
Class:—
Stats
Strength: 20
Stamina: 25
Vitality: 14
Mana: 60
Intelligence: 20
Skills:
Gravity control (level 2): You have the potential to manipulate gravitational force within your surroundings.
Control is currently limited to localized areas, but precision and brutality scale with intent and distance.
Effects: Increase or decrease gravity by up to 4x on any target or area within range. Gravity can be manipulated to slow, pin, or distort motion and to reflect and attract.
Energy Cost:
Minimal within 7 ters. Increases exponentially the farther the effect is projected.
Sustained use beyond 10 ters risks physical backlash or ntal strain.
Body of pure devastation (level 1): adapts your body to the optimal form for survival.
Freedom of the Broken (level 5 Max):
1: Grants an unnaturally strong mind and resistance to ntal collapse.
2: Greatly enhances resistance to poisons, addictive substances, and drugs that affect the mind.
3: You are free from all contractual and controlling magic
4: You can free others from contractual and controlling magic.
Soulmate
Na: Olivia
Age: 20
Race: noble Vampire/high elf hybrid
Affinity: Poison, Blood, Darkness, Fire
Core: Apprentice
Bonded artifact: (*****) sealed form umber vale
Current status: Full, confused, horny, cautious
Skills:
Soul resonance: 67%
Quests
Beco a Successor:
Right now, you are just aware, but to participate, you must ???? Within one year, or you will be expelled.
[Reward: Depends on ti taken to complete the quest.]
Escape Slavery:
No worthy descendant of ###### will remain in chains. You are destined for far greater things. To fully escape, strengthen Freedom of the Broken.
Reward: Fusion and purification of bloodlines (Werewolf & Kitsune)
Clan: ???
Looking over his status, everything seed to be normal; his stats had increased a little ever since he had ascended his mana core to the novice stage.
"Everything was normal," was what he thought; that was until his eyes landed on the soulmate tab
"Huh, Liv?? Why can I see her status, no how the hell does she even have a status?"
But he had no ti to even dwell on the fact that she had a status, that he could see it, or even look over it.
Because as he kept examining his own status, he finally ca across sothing that was about to change his life forever, sothing that had been with him since the beginning.
Sothing that was with him since the mont he first got the system, his first skill, his first gift
Freedom of the broken
DING!!!!
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