Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Tiamat's shoulders tensed, but before she could take a step back, as I'd foreseen she would, I reacted and pressed my lips against hers. Stealing her breath, which shook with fear, unease, hope, and expectation.

Tia tasted like fire. Like an untamable kindling of undying flames: too wild to hold. To wild to kill. To wild to love!

Even while I stole her breath and shook her heart: A defiance I'd only seen in Lilith soared from her blood and soul.

Eyes still wide as the stars, with my arms wrapped around her, Tiamat lashed out, biting down over my lips.

She drew blood, but how could such a display of affection stop this king?

Pressing my lips even harder against her as the sweetness of my blood flowed down our lips, through our mouths, and down our throats, I did not back off, even as her knees began to buckle as my soul pressed against hers.

Her moist breath deepened as my eyes suddenly went wide. Hundreds of wild thoughts began to come together as I embellished in her savory breath.

When one becomes a cultivator and steps into godhood, we usually don't need to breathe, but we do so because we find it natural. It's innate for most creatures. Even I am no different. I enjoy breathing. Only those who follow the Dao of Death don't breathe. At least, that is how Freya described it.

She said it's stifling. But even so, it's only temporary, as Breathing represents Life and Death. It's a fundamental state of evolution for creatures like us. Breathing is such a fundamental concept according to the Baels libraries when Azazel first gave mortals weapons: The first cultivation manual utilized the breath the Father granted to Adam and Eve.

It was that first breath God granted Adam and Eve, not just life but a soul.

Life began with a Breath.

And ended with a Breath.

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Enthralled by this sensation coiling within me. By the sudden wetness of our lips pressed in a symphony of desire. Timat pushed harder against my lips, her soul clashing against mine in an invisible battlefield within the Astral Plane.

My hands slipped from her waist downwards until my fingers clamped onto her tender flesh. She shuddered but did not attempt to fight it as she did our kiss.

I pulled back, breaking our kiss, as a hurried 'breath' of fresh air sprang between us as Tia's labored breath sounded, and a wave of enlightenment reeled through my flesh, reaching my soul.

"What-What-What have you done to me?" Tia demanded. "My… My Soul is gone. Arsene—AH~."

Releasing the most delectable moan of pleasure and fear, Tiamat's serpent-like pupils shrank as I jerked her waste against my crotch. I spoke: 'Do you think you'd be alive if your soul were missing? I merely sealed a sliver of your Breath. You are, for all intended purposes, mortal. At least your soul is. But your body is all I need, isn't it."

Overwhelmed by the sudden dampness gathering between Tiamat's legs, a throbbing ache I didn't quite mind firmly took root within the family jewels.

"Not yet. I'm not done with you yet."I told her and released the strange hold on her Breath before any unnecessary damage was done. I had only sealed her perception of her soul from the very root, but even so, my instincts were telling me such a technique could lead to permanent damage.

The path of Abyssal Night had directed my control this time, but I needed more practice with the Aspect of Seal, the strange 'Breath' we all carry.

It will seem my time in the Realm of Spirits wasn't wasted. What a terrifying discovery. To take away Timats perception left her blind. It meant she couldn't use her Qi, her body, much less anything correctly. The fact she was in my arms saved her the embarrassment of falling face-first onto the ground.

What a discovery.

I might need to use the Weave to understand this 'Breath.' If that's even what it's called. Zariel is going to have a lot of work interpreting this for me.

Sucker.

'Now then! Let's explore, then eat!" I shouted as Tiamat regained her 'Breath.' I pulled her along, watching with utter fascination the myriad of races within this clan.

All of them held the same blood. But they weren't all related. Some held implanted bloodlines; others, however, felt pure. And there, 'Breath' was stronger than usual. It was as strong as Tia's and mine.

Those with purebloods were Immortals or stronger.

Interesting… is the 'Breath' not something people can control? Or are they just ignorant of it? I should ask that Ophanim. No. I can't do that. Information is power. I need to keep this discovery in-house: Zariel and the Order of Chaos. They are the only ones who need to know." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ Noᴠel Fɪre.net

"Arsene… How'd you do that?" Tiamat asked in a gentle whisper.

Hehe, so cute.

"Master." I teased, glancing her way. " Call me Master."

Her cheeks instantly grew flushed with redness as she glared with defiance that made me have to hold Little Arsene down with Qi so as not to expose myself to the world. Gods, I hate Robes. At least with trousers, you can somewhat hide your erection. Maybe I should start wearing underwear.

"Fine! I'll not ask then!" She shouted, alerting a few people.

"You could call me Daddy if you like. I'll not judge." I whispered in her ears as her gaze only blazed with anger. In but a short moment, she'd forgotten everything I'd done and struck.

Swiping her claws towards me covered in scales, I weaved out of the way, pivoting into the air as I laughed. " I'm just joking, Tia.

"Are you!" She howled, giving chase. And my sixth sense became alert as I felt the Astral force gather.

As if held by a strange invisible essence, I froze in place, trapped by Timats energy.

"I've got you now!" And she whipped her arm in the direction of the forest, flinging me through mountains in a blinding flash of light.

And before I came too, having been torn through dozens of mountains by her surprise attack. Tiamat had already saddled me. A glow of fire in her eyes.

"I like this position. I ever told you that?"

Beautiful draconic scales sprang over Timats body, enchanting her figure in a magnificent aura as a silvery black tail flashed toward my neck, drawing a sliver of blood. And slowly, as if to tease me, her tail moved from the neck down my throat, cutting through the surface of flesh to my chest and then abdomen.

She watched as the blood pooled from my chest and leaned down. Her ruby red eyes were ablaze with a familiarity she'd done so many times to me. Her lips pressed against my naked flesh to the pool of liquid on my chest. She looked me in the eye and stretched her tongue out, gobbling every drop from my abdomen to my neck.