Chapter 243: Blessed By A Queen
She was standing in the doorway wearing exactly what she had been wearing in the elevator.
The sheer white blouse, still only halfway buttoned, the black bralette visible through the fabric.
Dark fitted trousers sitting low on her hips.
Her dark hair still loosely pulled back with the same strands falling across her face that she still hadn’t bothered to move.
She looked at him.
Liam looked at her.
"How did you know which room—"
Before he could finish his statement.
She stepped forward and her hand came up to the side of his face and she kissed him and he didn’t have time to process the sequence of events that had led to this specific moment before something started happening to his body that had nothing to do with the kiss.
His legs went first.
The strength left them the way water left a glass when it tipped, all at once and with no negotiation.
Then his arms.
Then everything else.
His vision stayed but the signals from his brain to everything below his neck simply stopped arriving at their destinations.
[SYSTEM ERROR]
[SYSTEM ERROR]
[HOST IN DANGER]
[INITIATING REBOOT — 2:59]
Liam read the notification with the eyes that were still working and processed it with the brain that was still running and connected it to nothing useful.
’Why am I this weak from being kissed,’ he thought, the thought moving slowly through something that felt like deep water. ’The last time I felt anything like this was Delilah. But this isn’t Delilah.’
But this is someone else entirely and he also have no information about her and that’s is what is making everything strange.
Thud.
His body hit the floor.
Not a collapse.
Not a controlled fall.
More like someone had removed the internal architecture holding him upright and his body had simply accepted gravity’s longstanding offer.
He hit the carpet flat and his head settled and he looked up at the ceiling of his hotel room and at the light fixture and at the woman now standing above him looking down.
He was still awake.
Everything was still processing. He just couldn’t move any of it.
She looked down at him with an expression that shifted from composed to something more interested.
"You’re still awake," she said. She tilted her head slightly. "I must have been right then." She crouched down to look at him more closely, her dark hair falling forward. "You were blessed by a queen."
’Queen,’ Liam thought. He turned the word over in his head. ’Blessed by a queen.’ He thought about Delilah. The purple hair. The stolen kiss while he was immobile. The feeling afterward. ’Delilah blacked me out completely. This one I’m still awake for. Which means whatever Delilah did to me she isn’t able to do the same.’
The woman straightened up.
"Oh well," she said, like she had reached a minor administrative conclusion.
She moved to his side and crouched and took hold of his wrist and stood back up, and then she dragged him.
Not with effort. Not with the exertion of someone moving a person-sized weight across carpet.
She moved him like he was something she had picked up on the way home, pulling him through the doorway and into the room and then releasing his wrist.
She stepped back.
She looked at him laid out on the carpet of his hotel room and folded her hands in front of her and her expression had the specific quality of someone about to do something that required a brief administrative preamble.
"No hard feelings," she said. "But you have to die now."
Liam stared at the ceiling.
’Okay,’ he thought. ’Okay. Die. Wait. Why do i have to die?.’
"Why," he said. His voice came out slower than usual, like it was moving through the same deep water as everything else. "I haven’t done anything to you. I don’t even know what being blessed by a queen means. You can’t kill me for something I don’t understand."
She looked at him. "I don’t need you to understand it."
"That’s not a good reason."
"I don’t need a good reason either."
’System,’ he thought. The timer appeared at the edge of his vision. ’2:56.’ He looked at it. ’Come on. Come on come on come on.’
"Listen," he said, his eyes back on her. "If the blessing is what you want, why do you have to kill me for it? If you kill me and not just take the blessing and I die then it dies with me. Isn’t that a waste?"
She looked at him.
"I’m extracting the blessing," she said. "Not inheriting it. When I take it from you it transfers. You dying after is just the natural consequence of having nothing left." She said it with the mild tone of someone explaining a logistical reality. "Don’t worry about it."
’Holy shit,’ Liam thought. ’I’m actually going to die in a hotel room in a state I’m just visiting for the first time because Kelvin just wanted me to tag along.’
She crossed to him and crouched at his legs and took the waistband of his trousers and pulled them down.
Liam stared at the ceiling.
"Huh," he said. To the ceiling. To nobody.
She stood back up and looked at him with something that had amusement in it and began undressing herself.
The black silk blouse came off first, sliding down her arms and hitting the floor with a soft hiss.
Then the black lace bralette followed, leaving her heavy, thirty-four D breasts completely bare in the dim light of the room.
They bounced once, settling against her chest with a weighted, natural swing, her large, bright pink nipples already hard from the cool air.
Then the trousers were unzipped and stepped out of.
She moved through all of it with the ease of someone who had done this before and had no feelings about it either way, folding nothing, dropping everything exactly where she stood.
Now completely naked, she stepped toward the edge of the mattress.
She didn’t look back as she hooked her fingers into the sides of her thong and yanked it down past her knees, leaving her entirely exposed.
Her smooth, pale thighs parted slightly as she climbed onto the sheets, showcasing the plump, hairless lips of her bright pink pussy, which was already glistening with a thin layer of clear, wet moisture under the yellow ceiling light.
She straightened up.
Liam looked at her standing there between his legs and his brain made several observations about several things and he directed all of it firmly toward the more pressing situation.
She looked down at him.
’Don’t,’ he thought, squeezing his eyes shut briefly. ’Do not. She is trying to kill you. Focus. Focus. Stay down please.’
"It’s impossible not to react in front of me," she said.
He opened his eyes.
She was looking down at the front of his boxers with an expression that was somewhere between professional confirmation and quiet amusement.
He gritted his teeth.
She raised one finger and moved it in a small circle.
His boxers disappeared.
Gone. Not pulled down. Not removed. Simply not there anymore, one state of reality transitioning to another with no intermediate steps.
He looked down at himself and then at her and then up at the ceiling.
"Go down," he whispered to himself, firmly and without success. "You’re about to die. Go down. This is not the time."
"I heard that," she said.
He looked at her. "Did you actually—"
"Time to eat," she said.
She lowered herself slowly, her knees finding the carpet on either side of his hips, positioning herself above him.
Her tail appeared as she settled, dark and smooth with a heart shape at the end, curving behind her with a slow deliberate motion.
It reached forward and wrapped around him, holding him upright as she positioned herself.
Then small horns, pushing through her dark hair, curved and neat, sitting just visible above the hairline.
Liam looked at the horns. Then the tail. Then her face.
"What," he said. Just the one word.
"Don’t worry this is all going to be over soon," she said, and her smile was wide and completely unbothered.
She wrapped her tail around his dick to help it stand, positioning it perfectly before slowly lowering her hips, taking the full length of him straight into her wet pussy.
"Oh yes—" The sound came from her immediately, her head going back, her hands pressing flat against his chest.
She was fully seated, taking all of him, her body going still for a moment at the depth of it.
Then Liam came.
Immediately. Without warning. Without buildup. Like a switch being thrown, everything releasing at once with no preamble, his jaw locking, his hands trying to grip something and finding nothing because they still weren’t working properly.
He stared at the ceiling.
’What,’ he thought. ’What. I didn’t— that was instant. From just— that’s never happened. Sexual Resilience must be completely offline.’ He processed it because now that his system is rebooting, everything must be offline.
So he has no skills. No resistance. Nothing.
"Holy shit," she said above him.
She looked down at him with her eyes wide and her expression having moved from composed to genuinely surprised. "You’re completely filling me up." She paused.
She looked at her own hands and then at him and something changed in her expression, moving from surprise into something focused and hungry. "And you have so much mana. I can feel it."
Her tail moved slowly. "I’m going to drain every single bit of it out of you."
She looked down at him with the grin of someone who had found exactly what they came looking for and had no further questions.
The timer at the edge of his vision.
1:43.
’Come on,’ Liam thought. ’Come on come on come on.’
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