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THIRD PERSON

The dim light from the candle emits a silhouette of two people lying on the bed. Dimir was hugging Clea from behind, a scene resembling a loving couple barely trying to heat themselves from the cold night. But despite their shadows' pure and calm stature, their body was trembling from the intensity of their exercise.

Tonight, her eyes were blessed. Her legs have been widely spread for the past hour, shoulders shaking as the creamy substance dripped out of her womanhood—a mixture of her release and Dimir's seed. Finally, she could rest, or so she thought.

A low and deep moan escaped from his lips as he began kissing her nape from behind—his glory still inside her. "Please. . let me rest for a moment." She whispered, almost begging.

Dimir wasn't listening to her. After all, she was the cause of his urge. He missed her so much that he wanted to own her in every way he could.

"Dimir. . ." Her lips quivered as her eyes began to roll back of her head, almost breathless.

Umigting lang ang panga ng binata nang marinig nag malamyos nitong boses. It was her voice that always made him crave more. On the days he could not see her, all he could think of was the lovely sound of her voice, how serene and calming it was to hear when conversing. The way she calls his name in every deep thrust he makes, her moans and little noises—she was his addiction.

His kisses went on her left ear, licking and biting it, traveling down to the left side of her exposed neck. She closed her eyes in surrender. Inalala niya ang mga nangyari ngayong gabi.

Tonight, he did not let her do anything for him. He did everything as if every touch and kiss on her delicate skin symbolized how much he missed her.

The coldness of the night did not hinder him from eating her up until her knees weakened. She came by his fingers, his tongue, his mouth—multiple times in a row to make sure she adjusted to his size once again. Pero sa hindi malamang dahilan ay pakiramdam niya hinding-hindi siya makaka-adjust sa laki niya.

She feels like every time he's inside her, his length grows bigger and longer than the last time.

She went back to reality when Dimir held her waist and flipped her on top of him. Mahina itong napahiyaw nang maramdaman ang pagsagad ng kahabaan ng binata sa loob niya sa oras na magbago ang posisyon nila.

When their eyes met, a glint of obsession reflected in Dimir's eyes. Words were not enough to describe how beautiful she was. He reached out his left hand to fix her golden blonde hair at the back of her left ear.

"I missed you." He breathed, looking at her with so much reverie. "Know that whether you destroy this empire with your own hands, I will always be on your side, behind you. .or under you likes this." Wala sa sariling naipatong ng dalaga ang magkabilang kamay niya sa matipunong dibdib nito.

How many rounds do they have? She lost count. Ang alam niya lang ay parang lantang gulay na ang buong katawan niya at hinang-hina pa rin siya. But well, how could she say no? How could anyone say no? Could you?

Seeing how tired she was, Dimir gently grabbed her head and let her body lean on his chest. He wanted a warm and passionate night of intimacy with her, and at the same time, he wanted an animalistic and violent fuck.

Even so, he tried his best not to rampage her like a wild beast. "I will move, just stay there and do nothing." Tango lang ang naging sagot ni Clea kahit na nagsisisgaw sa pagtutol ang isip niya. Her body can't keep up with her thoughts. Damn this man's stamina!

I am a dominant woman! I should not be weak like this! Hindi na ako 'to mga mhie!

He started to move. . . slow. Every thrust he made was so ferocious that it almost felt like his tip reached the deepest parts of her insides. Mahigpit itong napahawak sa balikat ng binata. Her twin peaks were pressed on his body, her fingers scratching onto his shoulders.

Pakiramdam niya ay nagdidiliryo na naman siya. She couldn't think straight. She can't breathe at the intense passion. While his left hand was holding her head, the other was on her butt as if it was supporting him from ramming himself inside. His rough movements with their skins clashing against each other sounded like applause. And it drives them mad with pleasure.

"W-why do you always feel so big?" Hindi mapigilang tanong ni Clea rito. He let out a sexy chuckle. "What do you think is my size?" Tanong nito pabalik sa kanya habang patuloy pa rin na gumagalaw sa gitna ng paglanghap ng pawis ng isa't isa.

"N-nine?" Mabilis na napaigik si Clea nang maramdamang parang humaba lalo ang pagkalalaki nito sa loob niya. "Now make this ten." He smirked. Umawang ang labi nito nang rumehistro sa utak niya ang ginawa ni Dimir.

He can adjust his size?! Kapag ba sinabi kong gawin niyang 12 inches, gagawin niya talaga?!

"Hmmm. . ." Hearing his deep and throaty moans in her ears made her want to cum closer. Dimir created a soundproof barrier so no one could hear them, but she's still reluctant to moan. Ngunit sa pagkakataong ito ay hindi na niya napigilan ang sarili niya.

"Harder!" She bit his chest, digging her teeth into him, whimpering as she felt her legs trembling. "Faster, Dimir. . ." She found herself not able to resist her hunger anymore.

She won't admit it, but she wanted this. Gusto niya rin talaga madiligan ang lanta niyang pechay. She has this insatiable longing for him that his touch can only satisfy. "Fuck, Clea. . ." He chanted, like a spell he was bound to say in this heated session.

His body tightens, a surge of energy coursing through his veins. He's getting near. At this point, he also felt her walls compressing his size—edging him. He wouldn't be able to hold back anymore.

On the last movement of his hips, both of them exploded in spasms of pleasure. She felt full. He felt contented.

Clea, tired of even uttering a word, closed her eyes and drifted asleep. Dimir remained in the same position, sniffing her natural odor, her scent that he would continue to breathe like she was oxygen. He kissed her forehead before he carefully removed his shaft from her.

He wore his robe and diligently cleaned every inch of her body. Matapos niya itong linisan ay inihiga niya ito sa kama bago kumutan. He sat beside her briefly, tracing her face using his fingers. "My sinister and mentally ill woman." He whispered with a glint of happiness in his eyes.

"Even if you committed a crime worthy of execution, I will become your accomplice. If you decide to feed me a poison, I am even more willing to drink it for you." The Archduke of Alcanta yields to no one, respects no priest or beliefs, worships no saints and temples—but gets abruptly on his knees to kiss the saintess' feet on her command.

He will support her in her endeavors in any way he can, and now that she plans to take the Rhinedottir's head on, he needs to be more careful. Now that his engagement with the princess is back, there's no guarantee they could meet again. Sneaking in the middle of the night is not a good idea either.

Ikinumpas niya ang kanyang kamay. Lumiwanag ang kaliwang mata niya. The red glow from his eyes was transferred to Clea's left eye. He gave her his left vision to watch over her in case she needed help. Sa gayon ay mapapanatag ang loob niya na mahahanap niya ito kahit saan man ito mapunta.

KINAUMAGAHAN ay nagising na lang ang santa dahil sa ingay ng paligid. Even half awake, she heard the maids in panic. She can hear their footsteps pacing back and forth. She opened her eyes, adjusting her blurry vision—curious about the cause of the commotion.

"I-if His Majesty heard of Her Holiness's condition, h-he might punish us!" One of the maids cried.

"This can't be! S-she was fine before I sent her dinner last night!" Hindi mapakaling wika ng isa pa sa mga kasamahan nito.

"Can you close the curtain?" Mabilis na napalingon ang mga ito sa gawi ng santa.

"Y-Your Holiness! You are awake!" Sinara ng mga ito ang kurtina at mabilis na lumapit sa kanya.

"How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Must we serve you food, or do you want fresh flowers from the garden?" Sunod-sunod na tanong ng mga ito sa kanya.

She gave them a puzzled look. Pinakiramdaman niya ang sarili niya at wala namang masakit sa katawan niya maliban sa mahapdi niyang kiffy na inararo ng halimaw kagabi. "Is there something wrong?" Taka niyang tanong. Nagkatinginan naman ang dalawang katulong niya sa loob.

"Your Holiness, you are burning in fever!" She unconsciously touched her forehead. Her temperature is relatively high, but she feels no pain or fever-related symptoms.

There are only two reasons as to why she is feverish. It's either because she received too much healing essence from that rascal or because of their rough exercise, which took a toll on her body.

"You don't need to worry, I will be fine after a nice bath." Nagdadalawang isip man ay tumango ang mga ito.

"Shall we prepare for your bath, Your Holiness?" Clea shakes her head in disapproval. "There's no need. I will take care of it myself. For now, you can leave." She commanded. Mabilis naman na umalis ang mga ito 'gaya ng utos niya.

Maya maya ay tumayo siya, pero muntik na siya mabuwal dahil sa panlalambot ng tuhod niya. She cursed on her miind, kapagkuwan ay hindi niya rin napigilan ang pagmumura. "Tangina mo, Dimir." She looks like a one year old child practicing to take her first steps. Bullshit!

Hinubad niya ang ang damit niya at humarap sa isang salamin na kasing tangakad niya. Pinamulahan ito nang makita ang maliliit na kagat malapit sa dibdib at hita niya. Talagang sinugurado ng hudyong yun na lagyan siya ng marka sa parte ng katawan niyang hindi makikita ng iba.

"What the hell is that crazy goddess even thinking?" She gritted her teeth in frustration. It took her a few moments before arriving in the bathroom.

Charm holds everyone's life in this world. She was like the writer of everyone's life. Ngayon ay bakit ganito naman ang pagkakasulat niya sa kaganapan sa buhay ni Clea? Why does she have to trigger her berserk just when Dimir is beside her? Is she a lust driven goddess?

Habang abala siya sa pagmumura sa diyosang iyon at sa pag-aalala sa mga nangyari kagabi ay pumasok muli ang isa sa mga maid kanina. "Your Holiness, His Majesty wanted to invite you for breakfast together with Her Highness, the Princess, and His Grace, the Archduke." Pagpapaalam nito.

Kaagad na natigilan sa pagbabanlaw si Clea dahil sa narinig. You mean to say makikita ko ang pagmumukha ng lalaking yun matapos ng kawalayangyaang ginawa niya sa akin kagabi?! Well, she did enjoyed it. But it would be so embarassing so he him. Hindi niya alam kung may mukha ba siyang ihaharap dito matapos ng nangyari.

Remembering how she begged him many times, her pride could not swallow it.

"A-alright, I will join them for a while." Sagot niya rito bago bilisan ang pagliligo.

When she was done with her bath, pumili na ito ng maisusuot. She wore an elegant white vintage dress. Wala itong kahit na anong dekorasyon ng dyamante o kahit na anong palamuti. It only had a few thread sequences and ribbons. Hanggang paanan ang haba nito at abot pulsuhan ang sleeve.

Habang sinusuklay niya ang buhok niya ay biglang nag-flash sa salamit ang totoong kulay ng buhok niya. Her golden blonde hair has finally turned fully black. This means she's got all the power she need to plunge the empire into an unending chaos. She just need a little bit more time.

Tinago niya ang totoong kulay ng buhok niya bago ayusin ang pagkakalugay nito. When the maid knocked on her door to accompany her to the dining table, she obliged and followed. Habang naglalakad naman ay lahat ng mga gwardya at katulong na nakakasalubong niya ay yumuyuko upang bigyan siya ng galang.

"Why, isn't it my beautiful fiancee?" Clea forced a smile when she saw Ferocious approaching her, arms opened. He gave her a quick hug before kissing her left cheek.

"Good morning, Ferocious." She greeted. Nahuli ng mga mata niya ang pagtitig sa kanya ni Dimir na nasa kanang side ng table katabi ang impaktang si Felecity.

"Your face looks a bit pale, did you not sleep well?" Pinaghila niya ng upuan ang santa kaya umupo naman siya rito.

She took a quick glance at the Archduke facing her. Kung may sisisihin man kung bakit puyat siya at mukhang pagod kahit na kakagising niya lang ay dahil yun sa lalaking kaharap niya.

"Thanks for your concern, Ferocious, but I'm fine." She replied. Pinaglagyan ng ulam ng binata ang plato nito bago muling ngumiti. "Good, now eat well." Tumango na lamang ito bilang pagtugon.

Nagsimulang kumain ang mga ito. "By the way, I've sent you the list of the nobles invited to our wedding. Have you checked it?" Felecity beamed at Dimir, who was eating peacefully.

He chewed his food slowly before turning his head to answer her. "Yes, I have no objections." Sang-ayon nito bago damputin ang baso upang uminom.

Sinundan lang ng tingin ng santa ang kamay ni Dimir na nakahawak sa baso. It was the same veiny hands that gripped her thighs last night, the same slender and long fingers that sent her to the highest peak of heaven.

Dimir felt her staring, but she immediately looked away. "You seem quite thirsty, Your Holiness. You should drink more water." Dahil sa naging wika ni Dimir ay sabay na napatingin si Ferocious at Felecity sa gawi ng santa.

Nanadya ba ang yawang 'to? Clea frowned at the thought of him trying to tease him.

"Please bring her more water." Utos ni Ferocious sa tagapagsilbi nito nang mapansing ubos na nga ang tubig sa baso ni Clea.

"So, Vladimir. Why the sudden change of heart? I thought you disliked my sister, so you broke the engagement." Pag-iiba ng usapan ni Ferocious.

"Oh, that. . ." He trailed, raising his eyebrows. "I've thought the princess was just too good for me. I don't want to sully her reputation and make her the center of unwanted criticism." Sumulyap ito saglit sa prinsesa bago ibalik ang tingin kay Ferocious.

"Knowing how soft-hearted she is, I don't think she can take such awful words to be thrown at her." Pagpapatuloy pa nito. Kita naman ang pamumula ng mukha ni Felecity na para bang kinikilig sa sinabi nito.

Hearing him saying those words almost made Clea want to vomit. Since when did that crazy psychotic bitch have a soft heart? Hah! He lies as if he's just breathing. Everything seemed natural for him. Cunning bastard.

"Is that so?" Ferocious mused. His eyes seemed unconvinced.

"How about you, Your Majesty? Since when did you had a liking with Her Holiness?" Sa pagkakataong ito ay si Dimir naman ang nagtanong.

Ferocious held her right hand on the table, caressing it lovingly while looking at her with deep longing in his eyes. "The moment I saw her in the Annual Blessing Purification, I knew she would be a great Empress." Diretso nitong sagot.

"I don't know if you felt this, but the moment our eyes met, I felt she would be the biggest plot twist of my life." Marahan nitong pinisil ang kamay ng santa kaya awkward niya lang na nginitian si Ferocious.

But in the back of her mind, she wanted to laugh. Plotwist? Well, he can say that. She will be everyone's plotwist.

"I was lucky that she chose me." Dahil sa sinabi ni Ferocious ay napangisi si Dimir.

"Did she?" Napalingon ang mga ito sa naging tanong ni Dimir. His question raised tension between them kaya mariin naman na napapikit si Clea.

Why the hell are they throwing shades at each other? Come on! Give me a break!

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