The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 205

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SOUL RESONANCE SIGRID

"Yes, but...it wasn't necessary to get completely naked", I tried to regain the confidence I didn't feel.

" I have wounds all over my body, my lady, he responded, completely unfazed. lifted my gaze to meet his.

As always, that golden eye never stopped observing my every move; some might find it unsettling.

But to me, it looked more like an abandoned puppy. alright, but if you feel uncomfortable, you can cover your... your parts, I said, walking toward him, my eyes on his chest, his damaged body.

I started focusing on all the whip scars and strange markings etched into his skin, likely from torture devices.

I sighed, standing there in front of Silas.

How could I even think of looking at him with lust, imagining all that he's suffered? This Electra was a pig.

Okay, stay right there.

I'm going to draw some healing runes to treat you, I explained, kneeling on the floor.

I made a small cut on my index finger and started painting the ancient symbols with my blood, trying to infuse just a bit of my ---- Then I brought my hand to my face, pinching the bridge of my nose, just like my father used to.

Goddess, what is happening to me? Tneeded to regain control; I was seeing everything through the filter of this horny mind.

My lady, did you hurt yourself? His rough, low voice seeped into my ears.

No, no, Silas, just...

don't come at me like that so suddenly, I...

« I'm about to devour you whole» I understand.

My body must disgust you.

what? I lifted my head to look at him, catching a glimpse of the storm brewing in his eyes as he moved to cover himself a bit.

No, that's not it, Silas, not at all...

Thousands of words flooded my mind, ready to escape my lips, but none fit the character I was supposed to be playing.

I was Electra de la Croixa ruthless, selfish, arbitrary witch.

I was already acting weird enough.

Let's just focus on healing you, I decided to stay quiet and stood up.

Stay in the middle of the circle.

instructed, and he obeyed.

He was a tall man, and despite the abuse, his body, with its toned muscles, was healing at a speed that didn't seem normal for a

Could this be the resonance of magical souls? But how...

if Silas isn't even a sorcerer? ---- Maybe it was because of that strange magic flowing through his veins.

This healing session was also my chance to investigate that dark energy inside him.

Textended my hands close to his chest, Silas standing within the runes, and closed my eyes to start weaving enchantments.

In my mind, I visualized green threads of energy, threading them through his pores, penetrating the layers of skin, repairing the superficial wounds and tending to the deeper ones.

linsisted over and over, but the abuse was so extensive it was impossible to heal him in just one session.

Sweat pooled on my forehead, and the dark gown clung to me like a second skin.

My legs began to numb, but the worst came when the enchantment reached the area where the dark energy was most concentratedthat cursed, blinded eye.

The sorcery magic I siphoned from Electras body cautiously approached the dark energy swirling inside Silas.

I wanted to know what it was. It felt like a parasite inhabiting his body.

Who put this inside him? Lucrecia? It had to be.

But suddenly, things spiraled out of control.

---- That magic grabbed hold of the energy fibers I was using from Electra, started attacking her magic, trying to devour and consume it.

I wanted to pull back, but the energy inside Silas felt like a bottomless vortex, a whirlpool sucking all the life energy out of Electra's body.

My head felt like it was about to explode, my chest ached horribly, and Electra fought inside her prison as her magic was drained.

I can't let this continue! My breathing grew labored; I wanted to open my eyes, to tell him to stop, but I felt frozen in place.

Just a piece of meat being swallowed by that darkness.

If Electra dies, what will happen to me? I'll die too! Then I started to fight with my own strength.

I unleashed part of, the magic I had hiddenthe dark power inherited from my ancestors.

The Selenias had blood from werewolves, vampires, and witches, but one part always dominated over the others; I inherited the magic, and not just any magicit was also black magic.

The two powerful energies clashed and battled, fought fiercely, vibrant sparks likely flying around us, and then, all of a sudde calm.

I don't know how, but I went from absolute madness and desperation to an almost perfect harmony.

---- The cursed magic inside Silass's body intertwined with my own magic, not Electras, which it rejected.

It felt as though both darknesses were caressing, recognizing, and claiming each other.

silas, I murmured, opening my trembling eyelids, exhausted, sweat pouring down my face.

My legs gave out for a second; Electras body wasnt as strong as.

my own.

I fell forward into cold but protective arms that caught me.

My hands clung to his shoulders.

lifted my head and met that mysterious gaze, his face no longer hidden by the mask.

I stared straight into that bottomless abyss in his eye and felt like the abyss was staring right back at meintensely, obsessively, crazed, and dangerous.

But I wasnt afraid.

My magic, now fully under my control again, felt restless and stirred.

It wanted to try again; it wanted to merge once more with the madness, the pain, the darkness of this deeply wounded man.

Irested my head against his chest without speaking, just listening to the thundering beat of that powerful heart.

Just one second, Silas, please don't push me away.

I just need one second to think, to understand what mysteries you're hiding.

Could this be the resonance of magical souls? But how...

 sucking wetly, obscene sounds escaping my throat.

My tongue circled the delicious peak repeatedly, flicking it and sucking, desperate to draw the milk from within.

Quick moans spilled from her mouth, the scent of lust thickening in the air, her skin heating more and more, sticky with sweat.

she began to squirm, pressing her thighs togethershe wanted to be touched in her pussy, and I would.

Of course I would.

I slid my hand down and caressed her thigh, moving higher, along the inner side, while my mouth never stopped devouring her breasts ---- Is it because of that powerful magic shes hiding? Every time the curse inside me sees her, it wants to get closer, to devour her in a sick, possessive way.

She healed me in her room, eyes closed, but I was watching her essence, the real one, the one that interests me.

Who are you? I'm dying to know.

My body vibrates when I touch you.

This thing that torments me all the time, that floods my mind with raw madness and torment, calmed with your magic.

When you entered my world of darkness, you were a blinding light, and now I want to cling to that warmth with everything I have, to that sensation, because for just a few seconds, I stopped feeling so much pain.

Mmm, her moan sent shivers straight to my cock.

I dipped the clean cloth into the basin and gently wiped the sweat from her small hands and arms.

Treached her chest and could see the outline of her breasts through the loose dress.

I wiped the exposed, pale curves and began unbuttoning the front of her dress.

My rough fingers grazed her soft skin discreetly.

Then, a dark nipple came into view.

The tip was erect and firm, ready to be sucked and licked, just how women loved it I swallowed for the first time, lost in a desire I'd never experienced ---- before.

Leaning over her weak body, drifting into restorative sleep, I was taking advantage of her.

What if I went further? What would it feel like? Would it be disgusting as always, or this time...

would it be different? My head lowered as if it had a mind of its own, and my mouth began kissing softly around her areola.

My nose inhaled the scent from her pores intoxicating sweat, and that intense aroma that reminded me of sweet lilies of the valley, of home.

Small, restrained kisses.

I feared shed wake and reject me; she didn't seem attracted to me that way.

My lips parted, and my tongue slid out to lick her, to taste her.

My breathing grew heavier, my whole body tense, hard.

Texpected the familiar churning in my stomach, the urge to vomit but it didn't come, and I drowned in the curiosity to taste her more.

Mmmm, no, no...

she moaned in her sleep, but this time, Iwas a very disobedient slave.

My hand slipped under the fabric and caressed her other breast.

My fingers toyed with the stiff nipple, pinching and groping, squeezing her flesh with force, with desire.

My mouth opened to take in the puckered, soft skin, my lips.