Chapter 31: Stealth Cloak
Heavy iron hinges of the cellar door let out a piercing squeak that shattered the quiet intimacy of the room.
The rhythmic thud of heavy armored boots striking the stone steps sent a paralyzing shockwave of primal terror straight into Elara’s heart.
She froze with her trembling hands hovering just inches above Leon’s rigid length as the blood drained rapidly from her beautiful flushed face.
Being caught in this highly scandalous position meant a brutal public execution for both of them before the evening banquet even began.
Leon did not allow the rising panic to cloud his judgment.
He mentally commanded his inventory to open and instantly activated the Basic Stealth Cloak along with the Soundproof Ward.
A shimmering fabric of dark energy materialized in his hands just as he quickly threw it over his own shoulders and draped it heavily over Elara’s kneeling form.
The invisible dome of silencing magic settled perfectly around them the exact moment the estate guard stepped off the bottom stair and raised his runic torch to illuminate the dusty wine racks.
The guard was a hulking brute clad in thick steel armor who loudly muttered complaints about being forced to fetch extra supplies for the demanding nobles. He began walking down the central aisle with his heavy boots crunching against the loose dirt on the stone floor.
Elara squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath while cowering beneath the shimmering dark fabric. She was trembling so violently that Leon could feel her athletic body shaking against his shins.
Leon leaned his back firmly against the sturdy oak rack and carefully placed his hands on her head.
He utilized his magnetic Charisma to project a calm dominant aura directly into the confined space of their magical bubble. The guard was less than ten feet away and slowly approaching their position but the system quest timer was mercilessly ticking down in Leon’s peripheral vision.
"Dont stop," Leon whispered in a deep resonant voice that vibrated heavily through the silencing ward. "You are perfectly safe under this cloak Head Cook. Open your mouth."
Elara opened her glassy amber eyes and looked up at him with a volatile mixture of sheer terror and intoxicating lust.
The astronomical danger of the situation combined with the overwhelming magnetic pull of his command violently bypassed her remaining survival instincts.
She leaned forward on her knees and boldly took the thick head of his length directly into her warm wet mouth just as the armored guard walked right past their hiding spot.
The contrast between the lethal threat pacing mere inches away and the agonizingly soft heat enveloping him was enough to drive any man insane.
Elara proved to be an incredibly eager learner despite her initial lack of experience.
She bobbed her head rhythmically while heavily utilizing her tongue to trace the sensitive veins along his length.
The guard paused right next to the adjacent wine rack and held his glowing mana torch up to inspect a faded label.
The flickering orange light washed over the basic Stealth Cloak but the magical fabric perfectly bent the visual spectrum around them making it appear as though the aisle was entirely empty.
Elara let out a muffled whimper of pure adrenaline fueled pleasure as she increased the pace of her suction. She expertly swirled her tongue around the sensitive ridge and sucked him deeper into her throat while grinding her wide hips subconsciously against her own heels.
The sheer friction of her tight wet mouth working relentlessly on his rigid arousal sent massive jolts of electrifying heat straight up his spine.
Leon tangled his fingers in her messy dark hair and gently guided her rhythmic motions to ensure she maintained the perfect agonizing pace.
He could literally reach out and touch the heavy steel breastplate of the guard standing beside them but he kept his focus locked strictly on the beautiful woman eagerly feasting on him in the shadows.
The guard let out a loud frustrated grunt and grabbed a random dusty bottle from the shelf. He muttered a colorful curse about the Patriarch’s ridiculous demands before turning on his heel and marching back toward the stone staircase.
Elara did not slow down even as the heavy footsteps began to fade.
She was fully consumed by the intoxicating power dynamic and the desperate need to prove her devotion.
She relentlessly worked her soft lips up and down his length while staring up at him with dark dilated eyes that promised absolute submission. She drew out a highly agonizing groan from his chest and nearly pushed him over the precipice of his ironclad control.
Just as the heavy wooden door at the top of the stairs slammed shut Leon firmly gripped her shoulders and gently pulled her away.
"That is enough," Leon commanded softly while letting out a ragged breath to steady his violently racing heart.
Elara let out a highly disappointed whine and licked a stray drop of wetness from her plush lips. She looked up at him with a deeply frustrated pout having fully expected to draw out his final release, but Leon was not going to grant her the satisfaction just yet.
[DING!]
The crystal bell chimed beautifully in his skull and bathed the dusty cellar in a bright pink glow.
[Quest Completed Successfully!]
[Your respiratory system remains perfectly stable and free of explosive hiccups.]
[Distributing Rewards: +20 Mana, Skill ’Silent Casting’ Acquired, 250 Shameless Points.]
A sudden massive surge of cooling refreshing energy flooded directly into his chest and rapidly expanded his magical core for the second time that day.
He physically felt his mana reserves deepen significantly while the intricate magical theory of Silent Casting permanently etched itself into his brain. He now possessed the rare and highly coveted ability to manipulate magical energy without uttering a single incantation or generating a visible aura.
Leon mentally dismissed the digital text and casually pulled up his tailored trousers before buckling his leather belt.
He deactivated the Stealth Cloak and the Soundproof Ward allowing the natural damp chill of the cellar to wash over them once again.
He reached down and effortlessly pulled the trembling Head Cook up to her feet. Elara leaned heavily against his chest and buried her flushed face into his neck while trying to regulate her erratic breathing.
The sheer adrenaline crash of nearly getting executed was finally catching up to her athletic body.
"You did an exceptional job down here," Leon praised in a smooth whisper while running his hand down her soft back. "But you need to return to the kitchens before your staff notices you are missing. I will bring the correct wine up for the banquet."
Elara nodded reluctantly and pressed a bruising desperate kiss against his lips before pulling away.
She quickly straightened her wrinkled uniform and marched toward the staircase with her tyrannical pride officially permanently shattered leaving Leon to secure the Patriarch’s vintage and prepare for the chaotic evening ahead.
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