Heir of Mana:Beast made king-Chapter 60: Temptation

It was truly refreshing, feeling the water on her skin, washing away the blood and frost that had accumulated onto her body over time as she fought in that frozen hell.

Truly the only good thing that came from it was him, the one who had fought with her throughout the entirety of the dungeon, the only one whom she could freely trust in this world.

Her only connection to this world, Azreal, her Azreal, the very same one who was currently washing her back of all the filth that she had collected while in that hellhole with him.

His touch upon her skin felt nothing short of addictive.

Each rub felt right, like his hands were always meant to be there, to the point that if he moved away, her body began to subconsciously chase after his touch.

But it was during this chase that she felt it, hot, hard, thick, and long.

She didn’t have to think for even a second to know what it was.

She didn’t turn or move away. It was quite the opposite because just feeling the sensation of it on her skin made her body move closer.

She didn’t know if she did it subconsciously or not, and to be honest, right now she couldn’t care less

As she chased after the warmth that had made its home between her cheeks, she felt his hands moving from her back down lower

As his hands moved painfully slow, the anticipation was eating her alive; she wondered how low he would go.

How far would he go?

But did it even matter because regardless of the distance he went, she would gladly walk the path with him, and she would walk it without a single complaint.

But luckily, or maybe unluckily, his hands stopped as they reached her hips

And even so, she was still filled with happiness, as she felt his big, strong hands grasp onto her inviting hips while his thick warmth got fully settled between her cheeks and on the dip of her lower back.

And he only kept fanning the flames, because as soon as his hands took hold of her, he leaned his head forward, placing it softly against her neck before slowly making his way up to her ear.

Before he said in a deep seductive voice

"So is there anything else you need my help with or was that it, as I said why not take hold of this golden opportunity"

He truly was the span of a fox and a wolf, as he was really enjoying dragging her down to the depths of depravity all while planning to completely devour her when she finally fell.

He would use temptation as the seasoning right before he claimed the meal for himself.

And ohhh fuck was he tempting, so tempting in fact that she had almost zero

chances of resisting him.

But did she really want to resist him? Like he said, why not take hold of this golden opportunity?

But instead of answering him with all her desires she answered with a question

"Yes there is one thing but it is more of a question than a request, can you tell me what it is that has so rudely made its home between my ass Cheeks?, If you don’t mind me asking"

Contrary to what she thought his answer came just as quickly as the question was asked, he answered smoothly with not an ounce of hesitation present within his voice.

"Of course, I don’t mind you asking, you can ask me anything after all, make any request, ask any favor"

He spoke slowly and reservedly, speaking as if there was no rush, nothing to worry about and he was right, what was there to worry about.

They had all the time in the world after all

"And as for your question, do I really need to tell you what it is Olivia" as he spoke her name in that tone she felt something warm run down her inner thigh and it certainly wasn’t the water from the river.

Still, he wants to do "because I think you know exactly what it is because for the last five minutes you have been grinding your ass on to it, even when I pull back you follow"

To this, she really had no rebuttal as simply looking down she saw that even right at that very moment she was proving his point.

She saw herself grinding her body onto his, only stopping when she noticed but even then she only stopped for a second before ultimately consciously deciding to continue

Completely ignoring his earlier assessment of her actions she instead chose to ask something he wasn’t ready for.

"You know what your right might as well take hold of this golden opportunity while it’s here right?"

"Right, so do you have any request for me"

"Yeah, just as I needed you to clean my back for me i now need you to hold me with the front"

He didn’t wait to be told twice no as soon as she finished her sentence his hands were already moving from her hips to her waist then down again to her thighs before catching water within his palms

Bringing it up towards her stomach only to go down again this time sliding from her stomach straight down to her thighs

Before bringing it up again but this time his hands didn’t stop at just her stomach

His hands kept going until he took hold of her chest.

he splashed the water onto her breasts rubbing and kneading them just like he was cleaning her back but he was undoubtedly way more gentle and focused now than he ever was then

He felt them between his fingers, overflowing from his palm, they were soft, tender, and warm.

Each touch he gave was welcomed with an audible moan from her as she continued to grind her ass onto him.

And just as they were getting drunk on their own depravity an outside force came to pull them out before they sank way too deep.

"My lord, I would suggest we live now before others come and find us here and no dungeon, I have stripped the bodies of their armor and clothes so please come and see what you want"

Even though his voice was here his body was not, he was a good subordinate after all he would not look at his lord’s woman in such a state

The moment shattered as reality pushed its way back in.

Azreal let out a slow breath against Olivia’s shoulder, his hands still resting at her waist, but no longer moving.

The spell between them heavy, heated, and dangerous lingered in the air like steam rising from the river.

Olivia’s chest rose and fell as she steadied herself.

There was frustration there, yes but also understanding.

They were not safe. Not yet. And both of them had survived too much to lose focus now.

Reluctantly, they stepped apart, the cold river water suddenly feeling very real again.

They finished washing quickly after that, movements efficient, purposeful.

When they stepped out onto the rocky bank, the cool air wrapped around their damp skin, raising goosebumps along Olivia’s arms and tightening the muscles across Azreal’s chest.

A short distance away, laid carefully across a flat stretch of stone, were the clothes and gear their subordinate had gathered.

At first glance, most of it was armor.

Dark, heavy pieces made from layered metal and hardened leather.

The craftsmanship was good, obvious that it belonged to soldiers

Along the chest plates and shoulder guards were strange insignias: a circular crest split down the middle by a jagged vertical line, surrounded by small, sharp markings neither of them recognized.

Azreal crouched beside one of the breastplates, running his thumb over the symbol.

"Yeah... we can’t wear these," he said flatly.

Olivia nodded immediately. "Too recognizable?"

"Yup"

He pushed the armor aside.

Underneath it, thankfully, were normal clothes, There were:

Dark trousers made from thick woven fabric, durable but flexible, Simple linen shirts, off-white and slightly rough but clear, Long travel cloaks, dark green and charcoal grey

Leather belts and boots, worn but solid, Undergarments, plain and functional, Nothing fancy.

Perfect.

Olivia picked up one of the shirts, holding it up to the light. It was clearly meant for someone smaller than Azreal, but still workable.

They dressed quickly.

Azreal pulled on a pair of dark trousers first.

The fabric stretched tightly across his thighs and hips, clearly not made for someone built like him.

When he pulled the linen shirt over his head, it clung to his shoulders and chest, the seams straining slightly as he rolled his shoulders.

He flexed once experimentally.

"...Tight," he muttered.

Olivia snorted softly beside him.

She stepped into her own trousers, tying them securely at the waist.

When she pulled on her shirt, it hung looser on her frame, sleeves slightly long, torso giving her room to move without restriction.

Then she grabbed one of the cloaks and swung it over her shoulders, fastening it at the collar.

Azreal followed, choosing the darker one. The heavy fabric helped hide his build a little though not by much.

Boots came next.

Belts last.

When they were done, the difference was clear.

The clothes fit Olivia like practical travel gear—comfortable, easy to move in, slightly oversized but manageable.

On Azreal, they looked like they were fighting for survival.

Olivia crossed her arms, looking him up and down.

"...You look like you stole clothes from someone smaller and dared them to complain."

Azreal gave her a flat look.

"They were smaller. And you look like your wearing the underwear of a giant"

She smiled faintly annoyed but she chose not to answer him because if she did she would just be giving him what he wanted.

Behind them, the river kept flowing, uncaring.

Ahead of them was everything else.

"Ready?" he asked.

Olivia adjusted her cloak, then nodded.

"Yeah," she said. "Lets move"

Together, they turned away from the river, leaving the marked armor behind—along with the part of themselves that, for now, would have to wait.

Just as it did within the dungeon.