He moved closer her, his gaze concentrated on the alluring sight in front of him. He could feel the heat flowing from her pristine slit inviting him in as he positioned himself between her legs. He bent down and began to penetrate her body with his manhood, drawing cries full of pleasure from her as he did so.
"AHHHH"
As he saw her reaction to his thrust, he could feel his own excitement rising. He desired nothing more than to burrow deep within her, and feel her tight grip on him as he ram her inside with a speed that will make any male porn star look like an amateur .
"Agggh , Agggh , Aggggh" He started moving quickly, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge. As she moaned and gasped beneath him, her legs curled around his waist, encouraging him on. He felt her nails digging into his back, urging him to go faster and harder. The sweat on their bodies mingled as they moved in perfect rhythm.
"I'm cumming," he groaned, releasing all his pent-up desire at once. Erika, who was feeling the same way, pull his hair hard as they both cum simultaneously. Their bodies trembled with the intensity of their release, and for a moment, they were lost in the ecstasy of it all.
"Did you enjoyed it? Erika's whisper hung in the air, barely audible in the bleak surroundings of the hard, cold earth where they were entangled.
Vincent did reply as his post nut clarity kicked in .Guilt held him captive, rendering him incapable of finding the words to respond.
"How am I going to explain this to Evangeline?" His mind raced, weighed down by the knowledge that he had done something wrong . He had betrayed her by getting involved with a member of her own family. It was a situation bound to infuriate anyone, and he felt the weight of guilt crushing his chest.
As his mind continued to dwell on the complexities of his situation, Erika rose from their entangled position and extended her hands towards him. Her voice carried a glimmer of excitement as she urged him.
"Let's go! I've been dying to leave this place." A smile played on her lips, an attempt to steer the conversation away from the heavy burden that weighed upon him
Erika's words breathed a much-needed breath of fresh air into the stifling atmosphere. With a flicker of anticipation in his eyes, he allowed himself to be pulled up by Erika's outstretched hands.
As he stood up, his mind gradually returning to the present, he quickly retrieved his scattered clothing and began to dress himself. In the midst of the flurry, his eyes fell upon Erika, still naked, her vulnerability exposed.
"You can wear my jacket " he offered.
"No need my clothes is outside"
"Ah, that's good then," he replied, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as Erika giggled. He respected her decision and refrained from pressing further about borrowing his jacket. Instead, he offered her his company as they made their way outside the chamber.
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Outside the Secret Chamber
To his surprise, as they emerged from the chamber, he was greeted by the presence of the Giant Serpent, who had not fled but patiently awaited their return. The colossal creature's voice boomed with excitement and joy, reverberating through the air.
"Powerful One, I can't believe that you succeeded!" it exclaimed, unable to contain its happiness at this memorable moment.
Caught up in its own elation, the Giant Serpent momentarily failed to notice Erika, who trailed behind Vincent. Its focus remained fixed on Vincent, its gratitude and admiration shining through.
Erika, though momentarily overlooked, maintained her composure. She observed the interaction with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Patiently, she awaited her turn to step forward.
"How hard was it?" The serpent's voice echoed with urgency. "
"Did you fight legendary beings? Did you slay a god? Did you shatter an ancient relic to destroy the power source?" The questions spilled forth in a rapid stream, each inquiry highlighting the grandeur of the feats the serpent believed Vincent had accomplished.
"I.." Vincent's heart sank as he listened to the serpent's inquiries. How can he admit that he just had sex, and the power source magically fused with him? He'd come across as a pervert if he said it.?
Feigning exhaustion, he decided to divert the serpent's line of questioning. He knew he couldn't continue down the path of disillusionment and disappointment.
"Please, no more questions," he pleaded, adopting a weary tone. While his exhaustion was genuine, it stemmed from the satisfying sex he had just experienced, rather than from epic battles with mythical beings.
"Wow, you've gotten bigger!" Erika exclaimed as she interjected into the conversation, her voice filled with amusement.
The giant serpent raised its eyebrows, momentarily puzzled by the woman's familiarity. It couldn't recall ever encountering her before. With a deep, resonant voice, the serpent questioned.
"Who are you, woman?" Adopting the demeanor of a mighty beast, it attempted to assert its dominance.
Erika, undeterred by the serpent's imposing presence, simply chuckled in response. She recognized the need to educate this creature, to show it that she held power of her own.
Without uttering a word, she began chanting in a language unfamiliar to the serpent, tapping into ancient knowledge and unseen forces. As her words filled the air, an invisible energy enveloped the serpent, causing its colossal form to shrink rapidly.
Confusion and terror mingled in the serpent's voice as it cried out, "What is happening to me?" It experienced no physical pain, yet the sight of its diminishing body brought about an overwhelming sense of unease.
In a breathtaking display of magical transformation, the serpent began to radiate an golden ethereal glow. Its massive body underwent a mystical metamorphosis, transcending its physical form and transmuting into delicate silk strands that shimmered with otherworldly light. Astonishingly, the intricate scale designs that adorned its body remained intact, intricately woven into the fabric of the silk.
With an almost reverent grace, the transformed silk floated towards Erika, guided by an unseen force. The strands merged seamlessly with her body, melding with her essence. As the magical fusion took place, the silk continued its transmutation, reshaping itself into a long white jacket adorned with the mesmerizing pattern of a snake.
The snake pattern that once graced the serpent's form now adorned the jacket, an emblem of power, mystery, and hidden depths. Erika stood there, transformed herself, now clad in the ethereal garment that whispered of ancient secrets and untamed magic.
"Why did you kill it?" Vincent's voice quivered with a mix of disbelief and frustration as he confronted her. The weight of the serpent's transformation into a jacket hung heavy in the air, casting a somber shadow over their previously shared intimacy.
"Kill it?" Erika giggled, her amusement evident in her voice. "I didn't kill it. This serpent was my divine armament to begin with. And it is still alive."
"I'm still here, Powerful One!" The serpent's voice echoed once more, now emanating from the transformed jacket. Vincent's surprise and relief were visible as he realized that the serpent's consciousness had indeed survived the transformation.
"How are you? Do you feel anything?" Overwhelmed with curiosity and concern, he couldn't help but inquire
The serpent's response rippled through the air, its tone filled with a sense of contentment and amusement.
"Don't worry, I'm feeling great. In fact, I must admit, I rather enjoy this new form," it chuckled.
Vincent locked gazed with Erika, a mixture of astonishment and relief washing over him. The serpent's words offered reassurance, affirming that the transformation had not brought about any harm or loss. Instead, it seemed to have embraced its new existence within the fabric of the jacket, finding a sense of fulfillment and delight in this unforeseen metamorphosis.
With a newfound understanding of the serpent's perspective, he felt a sense of awe and wonder. The boundaries of what he had once believed to be possible had expanded, revealing a world where consciousness and essence could transcend physical form.
"Evangeline never mentioned this Divine Armament." He found himself in a state of bewilderment.
Erika, hearing his words, offered an explanation
"That's to be expected. My little sister is the weakest among us physically, so her Divine Armament never manifested." Her words carried an air of superiority, as if she deemed Evangeline's power insignificant in comparison to her own.
Vincent's astonishment deepened as he tried to comprehend the magnitude of Erika's strength. Evangeline, a formidable Rank S in her own right, was considered the weakest among them? It was a concept that challenged his understanding of power dynamics and left him questioning the extent of Erika's abilities.
In this moment, he felt a mix of emotions—surprise, concern, and a tinge of worry for his safety.
"But, to be honest, she is the second most dangerous Original," Erika added, her voice carrying a mixture of respect and acknowledgment.
Indeed, Evangeline lacked formidable power, but it was her unparalleled foresight that set her apart from everyone else. She recognized that her little sister always seemed to be steps ahead, navigating the intricate webs of their world with a keen intellect that few could rival. Even their older and strongest brother, Xavier, acknowledged the awe-inspiring nature of Evangeline's ability to see beyond the present.
In their family, Evangeline's foresight was renowned. She possessed a rare gift for anticipating outcomes and making calculated moves that left others astounded. Her strategic brilliance was unmatched, and even Xavier, known for his own intellect, couldn't help but admit the terrifying power of her precognition.
"She was right all along. The plan had worked, " she muttered under her breath.
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