Void Lord: My Revenge Is My Harem-Chapter 213 : The First semester XXXVI
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They crossed the last small distance the way you cross a stream on stepping stones — one inch, then the other, with balance found together and a shared refusal to fall.
And then the curtain of the Chapter drew itself half-closed, not to deny what came next, but to keep for John and Sera what belonged to them: the soft rush and then stillness, the laughter that made no sense and all the sense, the long hush of two heartbeats learning a common rhythm.
Outside, the cat took up station on the lintel like a discreet guard. The night leaned in and listened to nothing at all.
The dimly lit chamber was a sanctuary of shadows and whispers, the air heavy with the scent of incense and something wilder, more primal. John stood by the bed, his tall frame bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, his eyes locked on Sera as she lay before him, a vision of desire. Her long, blue hair cascaded across the pillows, framing her face, which was flushed with anticipation. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of lust and reverence, befitting her role as a priestess, yet in this moment, she was anything but holy.
She was hungry for John’s big void stick.
Sera’s body was a canvas of curves, her skin pale and luminous in the flickering light. She wore a sheer gown that clung to her, hinting at the softness beneath. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the nipples taut peaks beneath the thin light. John’s gaze trailed down, taking in the gentle swell of her hips, the slender waist, and the tantalizing hint of her thighs. He approached her slowly, his movements deliberate, as if performing a ritual.
As he lay on the bed, John’s hands came to rest on Sera’s hips, his touch firm yet gentle. He traced the curve of her waist again, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin, making her shiver more. With a slow, sensual motion, he slid his hands lower, his thumbs grazing the tops of her thighs. Sera’s breath hitched as his void stick inched closer to her pussycat, her body arching slightly, inviting him.
"You’re so beautiful, priestess Sera," John murmured, his voice deep and husky. "So responsive to my touch."
Sera’s eyes fluttered closed as his fingers finally slipped between her thighs, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as he brushed against her wetness, his thumb circling the swollen bud of her clit.
"F*ck me, John," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "That feels... so good."
He smirked, his fingers teasing her, circling her clit with slow, torturous strokes. "Does it, now? And here I thought you’d be more composed, my dear priestess."
Sera’s hands gripped the sheets, her body squirming as pleasure coiled within her. "I... I can’t help it," she panted. "You know how you affect me."
John’s other hand joined the first, his fingers sliding through her wetness, mapping the contours of her desire. With a swift motion, he rubbed his void stick on her, pumping steadily, his push firm and assured. Sera’s back arched, her breasts heaving as she moaned, her head falling back, exposing the delicate line of her neck.
John leaned down, his lips brushing against her skin, nipping gently. "Ready for more, priestess?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Sera’s response was a desperate whimper as she nodded, her hands reaching for him, fumbling with the laces of his trousers. "Please... I need you, John. Let me make it harder."
He growled, a primal sound, as she freed his void stick from her pussycat, her hands wrapping around its throbbing length. It was thick and hard, a testament to his desire for her. Sera stroked him firmly, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
"Impatient, aren’t we?" he teased, his fingers still moving within her.
"Shut up and f*ck me harder," she demanded, her voice hoarse with need.
John’s eyes darkened with desire as he positioned himself between her thighs, his void stick twitching in anticipation. With a swift motion, he thrust into her, burying himself deep within her wet heat. Sera gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.
"Gods, you’re tight," he groaned, his voice strained.
Sera wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his back, urging him closer. "Move faster, John. Please."
He began to thrust, his hips snapping forward in a primal rhythm. The bed creaked beneath them, a counterpoint to their passionate symphony. John’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her, as he pounded into her with increasing force.
"Harder, Harder, harder" Sera demanded, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "I want to feel you, all of you."
John growled, his pace quickening, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. The room was filled with the sound of their moans, the scent of their desire, and the creak of the bedframe. Sera’s pussycat clenched around him, milking him, as he drove into her with abandon.
"So close," she panted, her body tightening around him. "Don’t stop, John. I’m—"
Her words were cut off by a cry as her orgasm ripped through her, her body shattering around him. John’s pace faltered for a moment as he felt her walls contract, milking his void stick, before he slammed into her one last time, his own release crashing over him. He groaned, his cum shooting deep inside her, filling her greedy pussycat.
"Sera," he rasped, his voice hoarse as he collapsed onto her, his weight supported by his elbows.
She wrapped her arms around him, her legs still entwined with his, her body trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm. "John," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.
They lay there, breathless, their hearts pounding in unison, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. John’s fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, his touch gentle now, as if afraid she might disappear. Sera’s eyes were closed, a blissful smile on her lips, her body still buzzing with pleasure.
"That was..." she began, her voice trailing off.
"Incredible," John finished for her, his lips brushing against her forehead. "You’re incredible, Sera."
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze, her expression soft. "As are you, my love."
In that moment, as their breaths slowed and their hearts returned to a steady rhythm, they were not a mage and a priestess, but simply two souls connected by desire, their bodies speaking a language older than words. The chamber, with its shadows and secrets, had borne witness to their passion, and for now, they were content to lie in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten.
A few minutes later....
The candlelight flickered across John’s broad shoulders as he loomed over Sera, his shadow stretching long and commanding against the wooden walls. The air between them was thick with the scent of wax and sweat, the heat of their bodies mingling in the dim glow.
Sera lay before him, her blue hair fanned out like a halo around her red flushed face, her blue eyes wide and hungry for more. She had never looked more beautiful — her pale skin glowing, her lips parted in anticipation, her body arched in silent invitation for more. The curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts rose and fell with every breath, her nipples were still tight, aching for his touch.
John’s void stick throbbed again just by looking at her for a few minutes, heavy and thick, the veins pulsing beneath his grip as he stroked himself slowly, his gaze locked onto the glistening slit between her thighs again. Sera’s pussycat was already wet from the earlier orgasm, her folds swollen and slick, the candlelight catching the dampness that betrayed how badly she wanted him again.
Sera was still hungry for more void stick time. She bit her lower lip, her fingers twitching at her sides as she resisted the urge to reach for him, to drag him down and impale herself on that magnificent thick void stick. But she knew better — John loved to tease, loved to make her beg. And tonight, she would give him exactly what he craved.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he stepped closer, the head of his void stick rose and brushing against her inner thigh. Sera shuddered, her breath hitching as the heat of him seared her skin. She spread her legs wider, offering herself completely, her pussycat clenching in empty need. "Please F*ck me more, time for the second round" she whispered, her voice trembling, "don’t make me wait any longer."
John chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Since when do you beg for sex, priestess?" His free hand slid up her stomach, his calloused fingers tracing the underside of her breast before pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp. Sera arched into his touch, her back lifting off the furs beneath her, her hips rolling instinctively, seeking friction. The tip of his void stick teased her entrance, not pushing in, just there — a promise, a tease.
