In the Darkness

Valencia stared at Kael’s shaft, furrowing her brows.

“I don’t think that can fit—”

Kael grabbed her thighs and pulled her down. She squeaked.

“I was told… it could definitely fit no matter how small…” he said.

She placed her hand against his chest, pushing him.

“But… it could hurt! Maybe that’s why they say it can hurt!” she exclaimed.

He smiled, pulling her hand to the side before yanking her closer. His breath blew beneath her chin.

“I won’t hurt you… ever. If I do, just slap me, and I’ll stop,” he whispered, then he moved and nibbled her ear.

“Ngah…” she moaned, a leak dripping between her legs simultaneously. Her fists against his chest softened slowly as she fell to her back on the bed. If he says so… maybe it won’t hurt as much?

He leaned on top of her, reaching between her legs. The head of his length entered her, stretching for the first time.

“It’s… a bit tight…” he groaned as he shoved gently.

“Ahh…” she glanced over her breasts to watch. “It’s… too big!”

Kael looked at her breasts, groping one tightly as the suddenness jolted her. His length entered, but slid up for a second.

“Oops…” he mumbled. Then he tried again and, this time, smoothly, yet roughly for her, gasping together. “It’s in… nearly all the way…” he peeked down.

“What?!” she cried.

He crouched closer and wiped her tears before kissing her.

“Just a little more…” he whispered. Then he raised her bottom and thrust forward.

“Ahh!” she screamed.

He pressed into her, slowly losing restraint. Her… inside is so tight. Each rhythm gripped, pulling him in for more. He grabbed her thighs, placing his knees under her butt.

“Too… deep!” she moaned.

Kael smiled breathlessly as she stretched her legs. He placed her legs over his shoulder while hugging them.

“I’m… almost—”

She panted, losing her breath. She clutched the blanket, yet her body slid up and down it.

“I’m… feeling that sensation… again!” she yelled, unable to determine the word for it.

Kael bit her heel, startling her as her walls tensed around his shaft. He felt the overwhelming load inside of him, releasing it all without realizing the essence of himself leaked inside of her.

They panted heavily. He rested beside her as she slowly closed her eyes.

“That… hurts…” she mumbled, then she fell asleep.

He chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Good night…” he whispered. He cleaned between her legs and noticed a small tear. So, he used his Light aura to heal the damage and then dressed her up.

Once he was done, he carried her to the pillow. He slid his hand under her neck, hugging her. Kael stared at her, measuring every inch of her face. I guess… I will be getting married to you soon. Am I falling for you more than I thought I would? He cupped her cheek—

KNOCK.

He stepped out of bed and put his robe on. He walked to the balcony.

“Young Duke…” Detri called.

“How is it that you couldn’t find her if she was outside?” Kael questioned.

Detri lowered his head, clenching his fists.

“I couldn’t sense anything… my apologies for my incompetence—”

“Whatever… she’s safe. That’s all that matters to me.”

“It was weird. I definitely checked that area where she came from,” Detri argued. Kael shot a glare at him. He gulped. “I…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I couldn’t sense any presence through the forest… it was like something swallowed me into the darkness…” Detri added.

Kael paused, his gaze remaining unfazed by the words. He then shifted his focus to the forest.

“How can that be…? I was told that the Void Esper could be the only darkness,” he stated as the wind blew against his robe.

Neither of them realized that a shadow lurked behind the balcony door, turning its head to look at Valencia on the bed.

“With his aura, I can feel the strength to fight against the power that tried to bind me… maybe he could be our way out, vessel…” Vrastos claimed. Then he vanished into thin air.

Valencia’s eyelids twitched yet remained shut.

“Mom…” she muttered beneath her breath.

[FLASHBACK]

“Valencia… remember, never tell anyone your power…” her dying mother, Persai, begged on the bed.

Eleven-year-old Valencia cried beside her.

“Mom… please don’t leave me…”