The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 353: Reunion II

Chapter 353: Reunion II

Their ragged breaths echoed in a symphonic cadence as their bodies entangled on the silk bed, their clothes peeling off their bodies within a blink of an eye.

They were both sufficed with longing and desires, having been away from each other for so long, they craved for their nostalgic touch, the taste of their lips against each other, the desirous heat as their feverish skins collided.

He hovered above her small frame beneath him, the bed sinking softly with their movement. His hands roamed about her soft, supple skin. It was cold at first, but the heat of their passion suddenly engulfed her body.

He cupped her face in his hands, delicately caressing her cheeks, his crimson eyes reflecting pools of adoration and awe, mostly gratitude, that finally she was in his arms once again, finally, he could hear her voice, feel her touch, inhale her scent.

Craning his head downwards, he took her lips in his, planting a soft, delicate kiss on her lips, portraying his love and unspoken promise. Afterwards, his kisses deepened as their lips meshed together with a hunger that wrecked their nerves.

Her mouth surrendered to the taste of his lips as she parted it open for him to invade with his tongue. He kissed her fervently, entwining their warm tongues passionately as he caressed her naked skin with his hands.

His state of arousal heightened, his tamed beasts going untamed as his rationality melted in the presence of her, the only woman that could make him lose all logical reasoning.

The feeling was as well mutual, she suddenly felt alive once again being in his arms, feeling his hard skin against hers, his musky scent whisking into her nostrils.

Wrapping her arms around his hard shoulders, she dug her fingers into his lush, hazel hair, while pulling him closer. Every stroke of his hands against her skin made her body tremble, her moans escaping without meaning to.

He planted butterfly kisses down to her collarbones, sending electric sparks running through her veins as she shuddered slightly. She missed this, she couldn’t even remember how it felt being in his arms anymore but as he touched her, the remaining fragments of her memories from when he touched her pieced themselves together.

In the next instant, he swallowed one of her nipples into his warm mouth, while using his free hand to fondle her breasts. The sensation was quite exhilarating, and another strained moan rolled off her lips as she closed her eyes to revel in the blissful moment.

They both reached their climax of arousal, it ached painfully yet pleasurable between her legs and his cork stood erect, his bulge increasing with every second and unable to wait any longer, he skillfully parted her legs.

Their raspy breaths echoed softly in the room, the heady scent of desires and passion mixing itself to create an erotic elixir.

Without warning, he slowly pushed his hips forward, his cork invading her wet walls and as his length drove deeper, his bulge grew bigger, grinding against her walls with an ecstatic friction that made her toes curl and her body tremble uncontrollably.

Her fingers dug into his back as his full length occupied her insides and then, he proceeded to taking her to the land of delirium as he started to push and pull out of her, his hard cork glistened with her love juice, slipping in and out of her with a pace that extended.

Their moans resonated through the four corners of the room and their ragged breaths entwining in harmony as his pace increased.

She arched her back as he hammered her walls with a fiery intensity that belied the tender look in his eyes, their moments of longing and missing all finally pleased with the intimate encounter.

Their bodies glistened with sweat as he thrust deeper, his pace growing undeniably faster and harder. The air was suffused with the intensity of their passionate encounter.

And as the night wore on, their longing for each other grew until she was utterly exhausted. As she fell limp on the bed, he watched her sleep soundly, a grin subconsciously tearing through his lips as he stared at her all night, afraid that maybe if he took his eyes away from her, she might fade away like a beautiful dream.

But there was only one thing that bothered him, the dark entity residing within her. Would she be able to live with it or would it take over her body and wreak havoc? He hoped for the before, but even he knew the challenges that lay ahead of him.

A new dawn rose again, happiness radiated in the air, finally they had both been reunited in each other’s arms and life had never felt more worthy of living.

Cuddling together on the bed, they stayed there for some time just relishing the moment in each other’s arms.

"I miss this, I miss you." She whispered softly as she leaned her head against his chest.

He planted a firm kiss on her forehead as he stroked her hair lovingly.

"They’ll soon realize that you’re awake, now if Draco asks if you’re feeling strange, tell him no even if you are." Zamiel said with a serious tone.

"Why? Is something wrong?" She queried in curiosity.

"He thinks that maybe you’ll be a threat once you wake up, since the method we used in bringing you back to life was forbidden." He said, half a truth being released to her knowledge while concealing the rest of the truth.

"What forbidden method is that? What did you do Zamiel?" She sat up in panic.

"It was an ancient forbidden sorcery, but it’s nothing for you to worry about." He assured her.

"Is that the reason why I lost my powers?" She asked, swallowing back the pain in her voice.

"I think so, but I’m here to protect you, you shouldn’t worry about that." He said persuasively.

"You used forbidden sorcery to bring me back to life, I doubt the consequences would be nice. What if something bad happens?" She pointed out, her brows furrowing in deep concern.

"Nothing bad will happen, now take your bath, I’ll be right back." He said with a charming smile, putting an end to the discussion abruptly.

"Where are you going to?" She asked, her brows creasing harder.

"I’ll be right back, I promise. In the meantime, wash up and get ready, you’ll see Rama soon." Zamiel remarked and at hearing Rama’s name, her brows softened and a delightful smile brushed her lips, but still at the depths of her subconsciousness, she was still at unease after learning that she was brought back to life by forbidden sorcery.

She watched Zamiel exit the room, his figure like a blur in the wind as he left. Sighing heavily, she climbed out of the bed, memories of their passionate night together suddenly flooding her head, leaving her smiling sheepishly to herself as she blushed.

Just as she was about to leave for the washroom, a strange sensation overwhelmed her. Her throat suddenly felt clogged, as if a lump of substance jammed her throat.

Her head spun with dizziness and a banging headache that constantly shook her brain. Her fingers trembled erratically as she rubbed her throat instinctively while rushing to the washroom.

What was happening to her? She pondered in fear as she closed the door behind her.

Coughing into the sink, she looked back at her reflection in the mirror hung above the sink. Disheveled golden locks sat on her head, but at that moment, she couldn’t care less about her disheveled state.

With each passing second, the cough grew fiercer, her veins strained on her neck as she coughed fiercely, her trembling hands grabbing the edge of the sink tightly until her knuckles turned white.

Finally, as she coughed harder, a lump of black, sticky substance splotched out of her mouth into the sink, black sticky liquids gushing out of her mouth to paint her pale pink lips black.

Horror clouded her dull amber eyes as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Streaks of black veins pulsated from her neck, reaching underneath her cheeks, with black veins enclosed around her eyelids and underneath her eyes.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she hovered her shaky hands above her face, hesitantly touching it.

Gasping heavily, she stood frozen as she looked back at her horrendous reflection and within the next instant, her amber eyes turned pitch black and her demeanor suddenly switched from a terrified one to a neutral one, with a maniacal smile tearing through her lips.

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Draco and Rama were in the painting room, relishing in their time together, giggles and happiness floating in the air, until yet again a melancholic wind whipped past them.

Draco paused, tilting his head sideways, his eyes squinted with a skeptical glance as he inhaled deeply "Interesting." He muttered.

"What’s wrong?" Rama asked.

"Malika’s awake." He announced with a devilish grin.