Chapter 55: The Hunt (6) *

“WHAT?!” Her eyes almost popped out, mouth gaped wide open- wide enough to fit in a few eggs.

“What? Do you want to go adventuring with all those sticky blood and mud glued to your skin?” He raised his brows.

“That is not the concern here.” She shouted. “What do you mean by join you in bath?”

“That’s exactly what it means. And you will be the one washing my body, it’s a chore.”

“I-“

“Oh, you don’t want to?” An expressionless tone replaced his carefree one.

She gulped. She forgot for a moment who he was and what he was capable of.

“If you don’t have any problems, let’s proceed.”

She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists in response. But after a few moments, she let it all go and sighed. After all, the strong ruled the weak.

Even though they had yet to leave the ‘Ivy marshes’, the surroundings of the spring were not marshy like before. The trees were denser and greener. Grass covered the plains. The morning sun shining upon the green of the plants and blue of the spring indeed made the scene picturesque according to the rumours.

Adrian turned towards the princess, dropped the backpack to the ground and opened his arms. “Let’s begin.”

She tilted her head in confusion. But moments later realisation hit upon her head and she panicked with a red face.

“I-“

“Yes, come here. Unbutton them.” He gestured at his shirt with his eyes.

She nodded and approached him with hesitation. She started to unbutton the red besmirched shirt- from top, to bottom. His perfectly sculpted body revealed slowly with the unbuttoning of each buttons. She was thrown into a daze.

“Want to touch them?”

“Yes.” She nodded. But soon she woke up and looked at his smiling face. All of her blood rushed into her cheeks.

“I-“

“Don’t worry. You will be washing them soon anyway.”

She rushed past him and pulled his shirt from behind, completely removing it and stepped back.

“What? Your work’s not done yet.”

She understood what he meant. She knelt before him and slowly pulled his pants down. His big cock revealed itself, making her look away. But she stole some glances; she was a curious young lady after all.

Once he was completely naked, he walked into the warm spring. The clear water touching him obtained a reddish hue. He turned back to her.

“What are you doing? Get in.”

She began to walk towards the spring but-

“Stop!” His command halted her advance. “Take off your clothes.”

She was not that surprised because she was somewhat expecting this.

She bit her lips and took off her uniform; only her white undergarments remained on. Her shape was beautiful, the blood besmirching her fair skin only added to the charm. She looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Okay, you can come in.”

She sighed in relief as she approached the spring and sank into it. She was a few meters away from him.

After soaking his whole body in the blissful spring for five minutes, he left for the bank. He sat down with his legs straight and beckoned her.

“Come. My body won’t wash it itself you know.”

‘Aren’t your hands part of your body?’ She wanted to say it but did not dare to. She walked out of the spring. There were tinges of pink on her wet bra and panties.

He looked at them and smiled. She followed his eyes and realised her blunder. She tried to use her hands and cover them but to no avail.

“Why bother? There’s nothing to watch anyway.” He looked away.

But the statement did give her any sense of relief; rather- a blow to her pride. How could a princess like her not be proud of her own body?

“Tsk. Come here fast. My body is drying.” He woke her up from her stupor. “And bring the soap from your bag.”

Cornelia took the soap out from her bag before coming to him. He closed his eyes in relaxation. She started to wash his body, starting from his arms. She would occasionally peek at his dick which was slowly erecting.

“You will be washing it anyway; take your time then.” His casual words caused her to blush.

“What was that spell you used? How come I’ve never heard of it before.” She changed the topic.

“It is only possible due to my essence. It would be surprising if you knew of it before.” He replied with his usual

“Essence?” She squinted. “Isn’t it <Conceal>?”

“Nope.”

“Then what is it?” She was intrigued. What other essence was there for darkness attribute?

“I will tell you but if you tell anyone else, I will punish you. The punishment will depend on the mood. Do you still want to know?”

She gulped, but nodded nonetheless. After all, curiosity was something that could burn the whole mind until quenched. She soon realised her mistake.

“Yes.” She said.

“Relax, I am a dark circler. I sensed your nod.”

“Oh.”

“My essence is far more complex yet far more basic, it is the basis of darkness itself. My essence is <Absence>.”

“Absence?” She squinted, but her hand did not stop rubbing his chest- it was addicted to the sensation.

“Yes. Absence. What is darkness? Isn’t it just absence? Absolutely darkness is absence- absence of light, sound, matter or energy. It is non existence itself. And that is my essence. If I want to, I can make myself nonexistent. And unlike <Conceal>, I can use it however I like, on myself or on others.”

She gasped. “Isn’t this- too much?”

<Conceal> alone made Darkness superior to other attributes. Now that a whole new <Absence>, which was dozens of time better than others, came out of nowhere- she did not know what to think.

“And what do you think the ‘resistance’ is?” He smiled.

She thought for a moment before gasping even harder. “Wouldn’t that be being able to sense everything in existence, no matter how concealed it is?”

“You are indeed the second smartest one in the class. Yes, you are right. I can sense every ‘presence’ as long as it is in existence; nothing can hide from my senses.

She sighed. “The resistance of your essence is enough to put all sensory properties to shame.” Her hand were now on his abs.

“Looks like the time you’ve been waiting for has come.” He smiled.

She looked at her hand and it was right above the base of his shaft which was now completely erect.

She blushed but her curious eyes could not look away.

“Go on. Touch it.”

She gentle touched the base with her soaped hand. It was hard, and strong.

“Rub it gently.”

She followed and began to slowly rub his whole length.

“Good. Now increase the pace.”

She was not an idiot. She knew what he was making her do. But she did not mind; she loved the feeling. Her bra felt tighter as those pink nipples erected. She could feel a wet sensation down there; she was sure that did not come from the wet panties.

She increased the pace and began to stroke his cock harder.

“Mhmm. You are not bad. Keep it up. Make me cum.”

She began to stroke even harder. After five minutes, he shot off his fluid.

“Aaah.” She moved back in surprise; she never saw a man ejaculate before. She looked at her hand which was now covered with a sticky white fluid. She quickly washed it off with soap and spring water.

“Good job. Now, strip.” He ordered.

She panicked, even though she expected it. “I-“

“What? You have seen me naked, washed me and even gave me a handjob. It is not fair, right?”

She sighed, stood up and removed her undergarments. Her whole body came into his view. Her mounds and ass were firm, her pussy was dripping from what she just did.

He opened his leg and patted the spot between them. “Sit here.”

She sat down with her back facing him. His hard and slimy penis kissed her back.

“Give me the soap.” He reached out one of his hands. She passed it to her.

He washed her back before slowly moving to the front. His hands were now on her firm breasts- they fitted perfectly in his hands.

“Mmh.” A soft moan escaped her lips.

He began to fondle them gently and play with her tits.

“Aaaah… mmh” she did not put up any resistance. Her eyes closed.

One of his hands slid down to her abdomen while the other kept playing with her boobs. It slid further below to her crouch. Her hands subconsciously grabbed it.

“Let it go.” He gave her right melon a hard press.

“Aaah.” She released it.

The hand reached her vulva. Two of his fingers slowly opened the gates, which were wet from the water of the spring and her own.

“Mmmh.” She bit her lip.

He began to play with her clit, making her pant. Meanwhile, his other hand kept playing with those fair breasts, switching time to time.

Her vagina became even wetter. Suddenly, he penetrated into the wet cave with two of his fingers.

“Aaaaaah.” She arched her back.

He began to gently massage her inner walls, making her inner walls.

“Aaaah… mmmh… aaah” Soon, she reached the peak of her excitement.

Sensing it, he began to thrust his fingers to and fro fast.

*Squirt*

“Aaaaaaaah” She completely arched her back and opened her closed eyes as juices gushed out from her lower lips. Her pants had yet to stop.

“Done. Let’s finish the bath and go on with our journey, shall we?”