Infinite Regeneration In The Apocalypse-Chapter 139: S Rank Talent & Special Surprise (18+)
The moment the evolution completed, Gloria’s eyes snapped open wide. They were glowing with brilliant emerald light so intense it looked like twin suns had been placed in her eye sockets.
She gasped loudly and her entire body arched backward, her spine bending as overwhelming power flooded through every cell. Her hands lifted from her knees and began radiating visible green energy that looked almost solid, like liquid light pouring from her palms.
"What... what is this..." Gloria whispered in awe, staring at her own hands as though seeing them for the first time.
She could feel it. An incredible, overwhelming ability to heal that went far beyond anything she had ever imagined possible. Her original E-Rank healing touch had allowed her to slightly accelerate natural healing, close small wounds, and reduce pain. It was useful for minor injuries but essentially useless in serious medical emergencies.
But this new ability? This was something entirely different.
With God-Hand Rebirth, she could sense that she was now capable of healing injuries that should be absolutely fatal. Severed limbs could be regrown from nothing. Destroyed organs could be reconstructed perfectly. Even diseases that had no known cure could potentially be purged from the body entirely.
And most incredibly, there was a resurrection aspect to the ability. If she reached someone within a short window after their death—perhaps thirty seconds to a minute—she could literally pull them back from beyond the threshold, restarting their heart and brain function and restoring them to life.
It was healing on a divine scale, the kind of ability that would make her one of the most valuable people in the entire city overnight.
"Vogue..." Gloria body shook, turning to look at him with tears streaming down her glowing green eyes. "I don’t understand. This shouldn’t be possible. My talents... they merged together. And now I have an S-Rank ability. S-Rank!"
Her voice cracked with emotion. "Do you understand what this means? There are maybe 2 to 3 people in the entire city with S-Rank talents! I’m now on the same level as the heads of the Great Families! This is... this is..."
She couldn’t finish the sentence because she started crying in earnest, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what had just happened to her life.
Vogue stood up and moved to sit beside her on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest, letting her cry into his shirt while stroking her hair gently. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
"You deserved this," he said softly. "You’ve worked hard and helped so many people with your limited healing ability. Now you have the power to save more lives. I know you will put it to good use."
Gloria cried for several minutes, releasing all the pent-up emotion and shock. When she finally calmed down enough to speak coherently again, she pulled back slightly and looked up at Vogue’s face with red, puffy eyes.
"Did you predict the talents would merge?"
Vogue shook his head honestly.
"I had no idea that would happen. I just wanted you to have a second talent so you’d have more opportunities and options in life. This result is far beyond what I expected."
He smiled warmly. "But I’m genuinely happy it turned out this way. You’re going to be able to help so many people now."
Gloria’s expression suddenly became serious and determined. She grabbed Vogue’s hands and held them tightly.
"Every major power in the city is going to want to either recruit me or control me or kill me to prevent their enemies from having access to my healing."
Her grip tightened. "The Great Families will come. The Citadel Administration will come. Criminal organizations will come. Everyone will want a piece of me."
Tyrion chuckled slightly. "There’s no need to tell them you awaken an s rank talent. You can tell them you awakened to A or B rank, that you had a second awakening without the fruit. It’s rare but it’s also common."
"But some people might not buy the excuse. They might figure out the relationship between us and come for you."
Vogue listened to her concerns and he smiled confidently.
"Let them come," he said simply. "I need the combat experience anyway. And honestly, I’ve been looking forward to people trying to attack me. It gives me opportunities to test my abilities and grow stronger."
Gloria looked at him like he was slightly insane, which was probably accurate. Most people tried to avoid dangerous attention, not actively welcome it.
But she also felt a surge of affection and trust. He wasn’t backing away from the complications her awakening would cause. He was accepting them willingly and even embracing them.
"You’re absolutely crazy," she said with a mixture of exasperation and fondness. "But I love you for it."
Then she leaned forward and kissed him again, this time with no hesitation or shyness. The kiss was deep and passionate and filled with genuine emotion.
When they finally separated, Gloria was smiling widely despite the tears still drying on her cheeks.
"So," she said with a mischievous glint in her now-normal-colored eyes. "I’ve eaten the fruit and completed my awakening. Which means I can now focus properly on other activities without being distracted."
She pushed Vogue backward onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Her hands began unbuttoning her shirt again, picking up exactly where they had left off earlier.
"Time for me to give you that proper thank you I promised," Gloria said with a sultry smile.
Vogue certainly wasn’t going to argue with that plan.
She kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing with his, while her hands deftly worked to undo his shorts. She tugged the fabric down, and his massive cock sprang free, slapping heavily against his lower abs.
She inhaled sharply as she saw the dragon expanding before her eyes. It swelled to a length almost similar to her forearm, the veins pulsing with life, the head flared and angry with need. It was a terrifying thing of beauty.
She bent forward, her hair falling like a curtain around his lap. She stuck out her tongue and lapped at the thick shaft, licking it from the base all the way to the tip until it glistened with her saliva. She could taste Vogue’s sperm and her own wetness from their earlier romp still clinging to him, and the musky, salty flavor only made her moan louder, her body flooding with fresh heat.
Without hesitation, she climbed higher, positioning her hips directly over him. She grabbed his throbbing member and aligned it with her dripping entrance. She began to sink down, riding him like a horse.
She bounced up and down slowly at first, her thighs flexing, taking just half of his immense length inside her tight heat. The stretch was incredible, her walls conforming to his shape.
Then, with a sudden, reckless abandon, she slammed herself down, impaling herself on his dick without hesitation!
"Ahhhhn!"
She squealed, the sound tearing from her throat as pleasure overwhelmed her. Her eyelids trembled violently, and her eyes rolled back into her head until only the whites were visible. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, dripping spit onto his chest.
Without hesitation, she began pounding herself onto his dick, twisting her waist from various angles, letting the massive head scratch and graze every inch and corner of her pussy. She didn’t care if she got injured; she chased the sensation with a desperation that was frightening.
Every time she slammed down, a soft green light would glow faintly from her skin. Her S-rank [God-Hand Rebirth] talent was working overtime, knitting together any micro-tears or bruises the rough penetration caused, healing her body instantly so she could take even more.
The pain and pleasure were too stimulating, a toxic cocktail that fried her senses. She rammed herself down onto Vogue’s dick repeatedly, the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh echoing like gunshots in the room.
She came hard when the pressure became too much, her body seizing up, her fluids gushing out to coat his balls.
"Now for your special surprise," she breathed, her voice ragged.
She stood up slightly, his dick sliding out of her with a loud, wet pop sound.
Then she aligned Vogue’s slippery dick with her asshole. Vogue inhaled deeply, his muscles tensing as the tight ring of muscle clenched around the tip of his dick.
It was almost like someone without teeth was biting him, but in the most exquisite way possible. It was so hot, so tight, that Vogue groaned, his head falling back against the pillows.
Gloria’s whole body trembled as she impaled herself inch by inch onto Vogue’s dick. She forced herself to relax, to open up, taking the massive invader into her rear. The green light flashed brighter, healing the stretch as it happened.
As she reached the hilt, sitting fully on him, she came again, a silent scream on her lips. When the tremors faded, she didn’t rest. She began bouncing herself onto him, faster and faster, her ass clapping against his thighs.
Vogue couldn’t just lie there anymore. He sat up, unbuttoning her shirt the rest of the way and ripping it open. He buried his face in her chest, sucking her breasts hard, biting her nipples as the pleasure became overwhelming.
He suddenly gripped her waist and flipped them over.
Gloria found herself on her back, her legs pinned over the side of her head in a mating press. Her pussy and asshole were exposed completely, open up like a flower.
Vogue pinned her down, his hand holding her in place so she couldn’t move an inch. He lined his cock up with her asshole and with a pop sound entered inside her and began pounded into her like a beast.
He rammed into her ass like a piston machine.
"Crack!"
The bed collapsed from the sheer force of his waist was pounding her with!
