Return of the Legendary Runesmith-Chapter 529 - 528- Sweet time

Warning: Half the Chapter is informative, and the rest half is sex time. If you aren’t comfortable with explicit scene, I will put a warning when that begins.

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A brief silence settled over the room as Adrian slowly pieced everything together.

The last thing he had seen in that memory was Darkness taking the girl to the bed, likely intending to sleep with her.

Now, as for himself, Adrian had only ever been physically involved with Ariana and Raven. Then... did that mean—

"Your seed overwrites the authority of the heavens," Ariana said with a bright, almost teasing smile.

Adrian cringed. "Don’t say that... my seed... guh." He was suddenly reminded of those absurd hentai animes where the main character’s seed becomes the source of the world’s salvation.

Ariana chuckled softly. "It is what it is. Your seed allowed me to shatter my chains and freed me from those assholes. Ruby hasn’t reached that point yet, so she’s still under their control."

Adrian frowned and leaned back in his seat.

’System... is that really true?’ He still couldn’t fully process it.

[Indeed, host. Your saliva, your blood, and your semen all carry the essence of Darkness, a cosmic energy that defies the rule of the heavens.]

Adrian gave a wry smile. ’So... can’t I just make them drink my blood?’ It sounded disgusting, but it would certainly avoid the awkwardness.

[Your blood contains the most potent concentration of that energy, but only if it is fed directly. But in that quantity, it would cause abnormal changes in the subject.]

Adrian let out a slow breath. ’What about saliva?’ That sounded strange too, but at least safer.

[Saliva could work if given directly rather than through a medium, but its effect would only be temporary, merely suppressing divine control for a short time.]

Adrian scoffed inwardly. ’You just want me to have sex.’

There was no response.

He shook his head just as Ariana asked, "What happened?"

Adrian let out a slow breath. "Now I understand why there were only women in that village."

Ariana nodded. "That’s right. He knew exactly what he was doing. It suited his preference."

Adrian leaned back against the bed frame and said, "You remember those potions I mentioned? I think they were made from Darkness’s body fluids. Maybe he kept their condition stable with those potions until they became adults..." He grimaced. "I really don’t want to keep talking about this."

Ariana chuckled. "I rarely see you this flustered."

Adrian lowered his head and muttered, "The moment Annabelle finds out the method to overwrite divine authority, you know what she’ll do, right?"

"Lock herself in a room with you?" Ariana suggested.

Adrian groaned. "It’s not funny. I still can’t look at her like that."

Ariana sighed and squeezed his hand gently, her tone turning serious. "But you said you would try to see her as a woman."

Adrian nodded. "I did. But it still feels too soon."

Ariana leaned against him and closed her eyes. "I know you’ll figure it out. Just don’t carry regret over whatever choice you make."

Adrian let out a quiet breath and rested his head against hers. "Aria... I’ve been feeling unmotivated lately."

She hummed softly. "What happened?"

He groaned. "I can’t focus on my studies. I can’t focus during battles either. I need something to push me forward."

Ariana nodded in understanding. Then, without another word, she pulled away and began tying her hair up into a bun.

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Warning: R18!

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Adrian’s eyes widened a fraction as Aria suddenly swung one leg over him and straddled his lap, her thighs bracketing his hips.

She rolled her hips once, deliberately grinding the plush curve of her ass down against the growing bulge in his pants, already coaxing him fully hard.

"Maybe this will help you blow off some steam," she murmured, voice low and teasing.

Her fingers moved to the front of her top, popping buttons one by one with slow, confident flicks. When the last one gave way, the fabric parted to reveal a black lace bra that strained valiantly to contain her heavy, generous breasts—half the soft flesh spilling over the cups, the deep cleavage drawing his gaze like a magnet.

Adrian swallowed hard, throat working visibly.

"Aria..."

She caught his wrist, guiding his hand with unhurried purpose. Up the smooth, toned plane of her stomach it traveled, warm skin fluttering under his fingertips, until she slipped his palm straight inside the bra.

The instant his hand closed around the bare, overflowing weight of her breast, his pulse slammed in his ears. Soft. Warm. Impossibly full. His fingers curled instinctively, kneading the plush mound without a single word of instruction—squeezing, lifting, thumb brushing over the stiff peak of her nipple as if his body already knew exactly what it wanted.

She rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding the soft, plush cheeks of her bottom right along the rigid length of his manhood straining beneath his pants.

Each drag made him thicker, harder—his shaft twitching and pulsing against her as she teased him mercilessly with the heat of her body.

Her fingers reached behind her back, unhooking the black lace bra with a soft snap. She let the straps slide down her shoulders, then peeled the cups away entirely.

Her heavy breasts spilled free—full, round, nipples already dark and stiff from the friction and anticipation. She arched her back slightly, offering them up to him like a gift, the soft weight swaying just inches from his face.

Adrian’s breath hitched. He couldn’t look away.

She leaned in first, closing the last sliver of space between them. Their lips met in a slow, hungry slide. Hot, wet, tongues brushing in lazy, teasing strokes that promised more but gave just enough to torment.

No words, only the soft, slick sound of mouths moving together and the faint hitch of her breathing against his.

While she kissed him deeper, one of her hands drifted down between them. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his pants, wrapping around the thick, throbbing shaft.

She drew him out slowly—inch by heated inch—until his length rested heavy in her palm.

She began to stroke him with torturous patience. Long, firm pulls from base to tip, thumb circling the slick head on every upstroke, spreading the bead of precum that leaked from him.

Her grip tightened just enough to make him groan into her mouth, hips jerking up instinctively into her hand.

She kissed him harder, swallowing every ragged sound he made, stroking him faster now—teasing, edging, never letting him settle into a rhythm that would let him chase release.

Just heat. Friction. Her body offering everything while giving him nothing but sweet, maddening torture.

He then held her hand and said, "You were supposed to help me release my stress, no?"

Ariana chuckled, "Why are you getting impatient?"

She then slid off and started removing her pants.

Adrian’s breath was caught in his throat as she returned by his side and took out something from under the bed.

It was a bottle of oil.

She raised her hips and said, "Help me a little and then you can have all of me for yours to enjoy."

Now...that’s something he felt motivated about.

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A/N:- Ariana knows what her man needs. Thanks for reading.

How many Chapters of smut do you guys feel is moderately good and can be introduced every 30-40 Chapters?