Blood Summoner: Rise of Weaponmancer-Chapter 90 Jordan

few months later.

In a vast forest in the capital city of the Great Sun Empire, a cave precisely

An explosion resounded, and after the exploding, the sound of slow foot steps could be heard as that person walked out of the cave.

After walking out of the cave, the appearance of this person came to light: he was dark skinned, his hair was slightly bald, and it was golden in color. His age was at least 20 and he was slightly tall.

His face was handsome, and his build was slightly muscular as well. Coupling those two, his handsomeness was a real ten over ten for ladies.

His dressing was nice; it seemed he was a member of a royal family because of the purple and gold he was wearing.

This black dude was staggering out of the cave; he used the wall of the cave as a support to balance his weight and prevent him from falling.

It's not like he was weak or drunk; no, it wasn't one of those.

He was strong, a perfect dual cultivator with Level 9 human lord cultivation in martial arts and Level 9 human lord cultivation in essence cultivation.

But there was one thing he had that made him special: a small, twisted horn that disappeared the moment the light of the sun beat against his body.

"Sigh, even after using the aura exploding pill, the curse still won't leave me." The dude sighed and punched the cave's wall out of frustration. 𝒇𝚛e𝘦wℯ𝑏𝓃𝑜νℯ𝒍.co𝗺

Rumble.

The whole cave rumbled, and large rocks began to fall.

"Oops, I forgot to control my strength." The black dude slid his way out to prevent the falling rock from grinding him.

However, after sliding away, he failed to control his strength, and he ended up hitting his body against a tree.

The black dude's name is Jordan, the last son of the mayor of the capital city.

After he was cursed by a black magic spell user with a curse that toyed with his mind and let him have certain happenings that weren't okay,

The curse made him unable to control his own strength; at night he had to be alone in a well-lit room or in a cave.

This was because, in the dark or at night, his head started growing horns and his body started transforming into that of a beast.

Once his body is away from light, the process begins and will only end when there is a tiny strand of light beating his body.

About the curse, only his girlfriend and one of his cousins know about it.

If his dad were to hear of it, there would be things that he wanted from him that he wouldn't be able to receive.

As he was trying to stand up from the fall, a voice that has always disturbed him sounded.

"Kill him."

The voice has been telling him to kill someone, but not once has it given a description of that person, thus making it a pain in the ass that he hated so much.

If he at least knows the description of that person, with the resources of his father, he will be able to find that person without stress.

You can't solve a problem you don't understand. That is the case with him right now.

"I need to go home and rest a little. Come out, Rocky." Jordan held out the ring on his finger, and something ethereal popped out before turning into a rocky serpent dragon.

The serpent dragon was initially small; it tried playing cute with his master, but after Jordan gave him a glare, it shrieked and transformed into a bigger version of itself.

Jordan mounted the dragon, and the dragon flew him out of the forest in the direction of his house.

He reached his house and unmounted the dragon, then he sent it back into his pet ring.

He looked around and saw the servants and guards nearby bowing to him; he waved at them and walked inside his house.

Immediately he walked in, he saw that the whole place was lit up, surprising him because he recalled switching off all the lights before leaving.

"Someone is inside." He let out a frown on his face, summoning his sword as he started walking toward his bedroom.

He opened the door swiftly and walked inside; he sighed after seeing who it was—it was none other than his girlfriend Mia.

He met her in the same forest that he was returning from, and that night there was a full moon.

Any night there was a full moon, he always transformed, whether there was light or not.

That day, in the state of the curse, he was uncontrollable and felt a hunger for flesh and a thirst for blood.

Mia was in the forest that day, sitting on top of a rock and playing her flute, which gave off a beautiful and calming sound that seemed to lessen the curse in his body.

"Mia, why didn't you inform me you were coming?" Jordan smiled as he placed his sword back into his spatial ring and walked closer to the bed where Mia was lying in her revealing night garment.

Jordan reached his hands for her face, then moved his lips closer and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

Mia responded as though she were already waiting for the kiss; she wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him heartily.

Their lips pathed away from each other as they stared lovingly at each other.

Jordan patted her long, green hair lovingly before placing his hands on her boobs, which were enticing him from under her semi-transparent nightgown.

His hand reached her boobs and grabbed one of them, squeezing it, causing her to moan with a smile on her face.

Jordan looked at her eyes as though he were asking for permission to move on, and she nodded.

Jordan smirked and squeezed her boobs tightly, causing her to moan.

He then moved his hands inside her dress and pinched her erect nipples.

Two minutes later, the two were already engrossed in the play, even though it was just foreplay.

Mia undressed him while he undressed her, and his aroused dragon was already ready to dominate over the female counterpart.

Mia's eyes showed a bright glint at the size of his dick; she reached her hands for it and grabbed it, stroking it before placing it inside her mouth.

Her ass arched up behind her; the view was welcoming, and Jordan decided to go on an adventure in it, moving his right hands to massage it while his other hand ran down her navel to her nether region, which was already soaked with her yearning love juice.

He pierced his two fingers into it, causing her body to tense up, but she didn't let go of his dickens in her mouth.

Jordan thrust his finger in and out of her pussy.

His dick was being pampered by her mouth, but right now, after preparing the path, he really wanted to go inside.

He cautiously removed his dick from her mouth and held her waist, bringing her round ass in front of him, then he led his dick into her pussy hole and let go of a thrust.

Mia's body tensed as she let out a lustful moan. Jordan continued thrusting, moving his hands down to her boobs and massaging them while still keeping the thrusting pace.

Mia was getting overly pampered by his thrust; this wasn't their first time, and hopefully not their last, but the feeling was always fresh each time they did it, and sometimes she suspected that the reason behind it was because of his transformation into the Cursed.

After about twenty minutes had passed, the two had reached their climax and were lying in bed cuddling each other tightly.

Jordan faced the ceiling with a smile on his face that only hid his worried self deep inside him. Mia was one of the reasons he really wanted to live after he was cursed almost 9 years ago.

"Kill him.. and.. be... free." The same voice sounded in his head once again, but his gaze did not leave the ceiling as though he was used to hearing that voice every time.

"At least a description will do, you bastard." He let out a small voice.

Mia twisted in his arms and turned to face him, her emerald green eyes staring at his with love in them.

"The same voice." She asked lovingly, and Jordan nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, it's the same voice with the same shitty words. "At least a description is needed to know who that person is."

"Don't worry, I think the voice is only trying to create awareness; I'm sure when it's time, you will start getting the description of that person and even an image of that person in your head." She let out a breath and moved her hands to his face to caress his face.