The Lustful Time Lord's Revenge-Chapter 213 - Traitor’s Execution

That night, atop the glass tower in Gatehaven’s central district, the air was thick with tension. The city lights below glittered like scattered jewels, but inside the hundred-square-meter room with its floor-to-ceiling glass walls, the only illumination was the pure white light radiating from the sword in Zephyr’s hand.

The sword wasn’t made of metal, but of solidified light, pulsing with a divine energy that made the surrounding air vibrate. Its tip rested calmly, yet lethally, right beside the neck of the man kneeling before him.

That man, Darian—better known as the Black Dragon, an SS-ranked member of the Guardian Council—was a wreck. His usually imposing, rock-muscled body was broken.

His right arm was severed at the elbow, the bloody stump still gushing, forming a crimson pool on the white marble floor. His rugged face, full of battle scars, was twisted in pain, but his coal-black eyes still glimmered with the last remnants of arrogance and hatred.

His black hair was disheveled, some strands plastered to his sweaty, blood-streaked forehead. His breathing was labored, each inhale a ragged hiss that cut through the room’s silence.

"How... did you know?" Darian hissed, his voice raw with pain and exhaustion. Blood dripped from the corner of his cracked lips. "Was it... that woman who told you?"

He lifted his head, his eyes squinting as he tried to read the expression behind the white cloth covering Zephyr’s face. "I suspected as much... that bitch was bound to cause trouble."

Zephyr remained silent, but his light-blade moved a fraction, coming a hair’s breadth closer to the sweaty skin of Darian’s neck. His voice, flat yet deadly cold, broke the quiet.

"Darian. Which woman are you talking about?"

Darian flinched, then tilted his head back further, his bushy brows furrowing in confusion. "What? The bitch who’s been hanging around you, of course."

As the words left his mouth, something within Zephyr shuddered. Yumi. But not just Yumi. There was another woman who had also been approaching him lately, the one who had actually been the one to inform him of this betrayal. A betrayal perpetrated by his friend, now kneeling before him.

"Speak!" Zephyr’s voice suddenly hardened, shattering the silence. His lightblade vibrated, making the air hiss. "Who do you mean?!"

Darian, hearing the repeated question, let out a low chuckle, a cynical laugh escaping him even as his face still twisted in pain. His laughter was hoarse. "You don’t know? So... it wasn’t from her that you learned of my betrayal."

The conclusion hung in the air. Zephyr was silent. But his silence spoke louder than words.

Darian chuckled again, longer and more bitter this time.

"Have you gone stupid, Zephyr?" he jeered, fresh blood spilling from his mouth as he laughed. "Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for a bitch like that? Hehehe... It’s true, then. Love can make a man foolish. Who would have thought... even you, cold as ice all this time... are like that."

The words hit him. Zephyr, who had just experienced betrayal by Yumi, the woman who had made his heart race for the first time in ages, now felt betrayed by her all over again.

The hand holding the light-blade trembled slightly. But only for a moment.

"If not her," Darian hissed, his eyes now filled with an almost childish curiosity amid the certainty of his death, "then who told you?"

Zephyr took a deep breath. "The other traitor."

No further explanation was given. And with that, Zephyr moved his hand. The light-blade cut through the air with a soft hiss, like a hot knife through butter.

Darian’s head separated from his body. The last expression on his face was a combination of shock, acceptance, and perhaps... a tinge of disappointment that he hadn’t gotten more answers.

His massive body slumped forward, collapsing into his own pool of blood with a heavy, echoing thud in the silent room.

Zephyr stood tall, his light-blade slowly fading, dissolving back into him. His now-empty hand reached for Darian’s disheveled black hair, lifting the severed head. Blood still dripped from the severed neck, falling onto the marble floor with a steady tip-tap.

Using his other hand, Zephyr dragged Darian’s lifeless body. His steps were firm as he headed toward the massive glass wall overlooking the city of Gatehaven below.

He stopped right in front of the glass, looking out. The city was still alive at night—car lights moved like glowing ants, skyscrapers emitted light from their windows, neon signs blinked.

Life went on as usual. The people down there had no idea that in one of their tallest buildings, a Guardian Council member had just been executed by one of his own.

Zephyr raised Darian’s head, aligning it with his own line of sight, as if wanting the head to see the same view.

"May you make good bait."

And in his heart, the flames of hatred began to burn.

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Meanwhile, I, eagerly awaiting tonight’s gift from Delilah, was completely unaware that the next day would bring a cataclysmic battle threatening chaos and destruction upon Gatehaven. My mind was still filled with the warmth of Angeline and Gwenneth, and was now utterly captivated by the woman before me.

I watched Delilah standing gracefully a few steps away. She wore a luxurious cream-colored long coat that hugged every enticing curve of her body. The smooth fabric fell perfectly, concealing yet hinting at what lay beneath.

Delilah slowly took a step back with a seductive smile. Her golden eyes sparkled with promise and passion. Her delicate hands reached for the ends of the coat, undoing button after button with a slow, deliberate motion designed to torment me with anticipation.

"This is your surprise, Darling," she whispered, her voice like a melodious bell.

And as the coat fell completely open, slipping from her shoulders and pooling on the floor with a soft whisper, I was truly mesmerized.

My god, my mother had the face of a Goddess—perfect, delicate features, porcelain skin that seemed to glow, soul-drowning golden eyes, golden-blonde hair like a halo. But her body... her body belonged to the most tempting Devil.

She wore only a set of black lace lingerie that covered almost nothing. The lace bra was so small that her massive breasts—which I had enlarged myself—swelled out sensually, threatening to burst free from the thin black fabric holding them. Her deep pink, swollen nipples were clearly visible through the lace, standing hard and erect, as if begging to be touched, sucked, twisted.

Her black lace G-string was more of a thread than underwear. Just a tiny strip of fabric nestled between her already-spread labia.

And there, on full display, was a medium-sized, pale pink vibrator humming with a random pattern, tucked right against her swollen clit. From my angle, I could see the moisture already seeping out, dampening the vibrator and the surrounding lace.

Sexy black stockings with a seductive back seam hugged her slender yet shapely thighs, ending high on her upper thighs, connected by garters to the lace garter belt at her waist.

The sight made my blood boil instantly. My cock reacted immediately, harder and angrier, throbbing with a need that was almost painful.

She smiled widely, proud of the effect she was having. Her hands roamed over her own body—touching her voluptuous breasts, then down to her flat stomach, and finally to the vibrator humming between her thighs. Her index finger pressed the vibrator deeper, drawing a small moan from her.

"Mom..." I murmured, my voice hoarse. "You really are... a Goddess from hell."

Delilah was delighted by my reaction. Her cheeks flushed.

"I stopped by a lingerie shop on my way home from work," she said, her voice slightly breathy from the vibrations between her thighs. "I thought... after all your hard work, and how proud you made me today, you deserved something special. Something straight from your mommy."

"I... don’t know what to say," I uttered, stepping closer, my eyes still sweeping over her intoxicating appearance. "You... you’re so beautiful, Mom. Incredible. This... this is beyond expectations."

Delilah giggled, the vibration making her breasts sway temptingly.

"Only for you, Adam. Only for my good boy." Her slender hand reached for mine, guiding it to her narrow waist. Her skin felt feverishly hot.

"You always know how to make me feel greater, Mom," I said, my fingers beginning to explore the curves of her body, feeling every detail of the lace and the hot skin beneath it.

"Ah, that’s because you are great," she hissed as my fingers brushed the side of her breast. "And your mother knows how to keep her hero’s spirits burning high. Do you like your gift?"

"Li-like?" I shook my head, pulling her close until her body pressed against mine. The vibrator between her thighs hummed against my leg. "This isn’t just ’like,’ Delilah. You know exactly what I want before I even know it myself. A smart woman and a wicked one."

She sighed, bringing her lips close to my ear. "Wicked only for you, Son. Always. Now... want a closer look?"

I led her toward the large sofa. Gently, I sat her on its edge. I knelt between her open legs, pushing aside the now fully open coat. The view from up close was even more mesmerizing. The scent of her expensive perfume mixed with her unique feminine aroma and a faint scent of silicone from the vibrator.

My hands reached for her tantalizing breasts. I squeezed them, feeling their softness and weight in my palms.

Without further preamble, I bent down and immediately took her left, plump breast into my mouth. Her hard nipple slipped right in.

"Ahh~! Adam... yes! Yes, darling... suck Mommy... taste Mommy’s milk... Suck harder!" Delilah moaned, her hands immediately clutching my head, pushing my face deeper into her chest.

I sucked ravenously, like a starving infant. It tasted sweet, warm, and satisfying. My other hand kneaded her other breast, massaging it in a circular motion, stimulating more milk flow. A few drops of thick white milk began to drip from the nipple I wasn’t sucking, staining her pale chest.

I switched to the other breast, giving it equal attention.

"Yes~ like that~ my milk... Mommy... is your dairy cow... use me..."

Delilah writhed on the sofa, her body arching, pushing her chest deeper into my mouth. Her sighs and moans grew more intense, accompanied by the constant buzz of the vibrator.

"Ah... Adam, Son... Mommy... Mommy is already... aaah!" She grabbed my shoulders, gripping tightly. "The gift... the gift is something else ahh~"

"Oh, really?" I mumbled between sucks, before pulling back to look at her face, now flushed with desire. "What is it?"

Delilah smiled, her eyes gleaming. "Yes, darling. The gift is—"

DING DONG!

The doorbell rang loudly, cutting her off.

We both froze. Delilah frowned, annoyed. "Who could be coming at this hour?"