The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 378: Feel Me

Chapter 378: Feel Me

"Fine, no dare. But Zoya, that’s enough, get dressed so we can leave already." Aldric said, his voice suppressed with frustration.

"Saying it for the umpteenth time won’t make me listen." Zoya said, the mischievous glint in her eyes similar to the naughty smirk playing on her lips.

"Right." Aldric muttered.

"What I want is very easy, just admit what you want and I’ll get dressed immediately, after all I’m not barbaric enough to want to fuck you in a dress shop, tsk." She scoffed nonchalantly.

His brows furrowed at her unfiltered words "I don’t know why I keep getting surprised when you speak, I should be expecting it already." He murmured loudly as he leaned against the wall.

"Admit it." Zoya said.

His eyes narrowed to her as he asked in a flat tone clearly not interested in whatever game she was trying to play "Admit what?"

"Admit what you really want, we both know." Zoya stated out as she approached him, her movements calculating and suggestive with each step she took.

And she finally halted when she was only an inch away from him, her chin tilted up to steal a glance at him as their eyes momentarily locked onto each other.

He subconsciously held his breath as she closed the distance between them. Their bodies were barely brushing each other to the extent they could both feel the warmth emanating from their presence.

"Admitting it won’t sum up to doing it anyway." Aldric remarked, his voice a low whisper as he spoke.

"Say it, Aldric!" She demanded, his name rolling off her lips sweetly.

"Do you want to hear me say it or do it?" He questioned, his voice a husky drawl.

"Hmm, doing it sounds so much better." She drawled softly as she placed her hands on his bare chest, feeling the hardness beneath her fingertip.

"But..." He was about to interject when she interrupted.

"Say nothing." She said, placing her index finger on his lips.

"Feel me." She whispered seductively as her hand continued roaming over his upper body.

Without wasting any more second, he succumbed to his carnal desires as his lips collided against hers.

The air crackled with anticipation as their lips met in a fervent kiss, igniting a firestorm of desire that consumed them both. It started out slow, a gentle exploration of each other’s mouths as they savor the taste of one another. But soon, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and desperate as their desire consumes them.

Aldric, tall and rugged with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes, pulled her closer to him, his hands tracing the curves of her body with a feverish intensity. She, with her flowing locks of white hair and eyes the color of gray clouds, responded eagerly to his touch, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat.

Around them, the room seemed. d to fade away, leaving only the two of them suspended in a timeless moment of pure ecstasy. The soft glow of candlelight casts dancing shadows across their entwined forms, illuminating the raw passion that burns between them.

Their kiss deepened, becoming more desperate and primal with each passing second. They lost themselves in each other, their senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of desire that coursed through their veins like wildfire.

Zoya’s hands roam freely over Aldric’s muscular frame, eliciting a low growl of pleasure from deep within his throat. He responded in kind, his touch sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through her body like lightning.

Outside, the world continued on, oblivious to the passion unfolding within the shop’s walls. But inside, time stood still as the two lovers surrendered themselves completely to the intoxicating bliss of each other’s embrace.

Their kiss seemed to go on forever, a whirlwind of sensation and emotion that threatens to consume them both. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, lost in a sea of desire and longing.

Without a word, he reached out, his hand trembling slightly as it brushes against her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she savored the warmth of his palm against her skin.

In the silence that enveloped them, the world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them standing there, lost in each other’s embrace. And then, as if drawn together by an irresistible force, their lips meshed together in a fiery kiss that ignited a passion neither of them can deny.

Their bodies pressed together, molding against each other as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. His hands roamed over her curves, tracing the contours of her body with a reverence that bordered on worship.

She moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against her. And he responded in mutual connection, his touch becoming more possessive as he sought to claim her as his own.

Time seemed to stand still as they kiss, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and emotion. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the here and now as they give themselves over to the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them.

And as they finally broke apart, their chests heaving with exertion, they shared a knowing smile, their eyes sparkling with unspoken promises of what was yet to come.

Aldric swallowed softly as he said "It’s time to leave. We’re going to the Dragonspsire."

"The Dragonspire, right." She mumbled softly. She had heard the Dragonspire was the only place in East Ravka where all the mystical relics and artifacts were kept and guided by the monks.

"Won’t they notice us?" She queried.

"That will be the last place they would guess we would go." Aldric assured and she nodded.

After dressing up in silence, they set out to leave, suppressing their carnal desires for now.

High atop a craggy mountain peak, shrouded in mist and mystery, stood the towering Dragonspire, a majestic structure that pierced the heavens like a dagger of stone.

Its weathered walls bear the scars of centuries, etched with the tales of countless battles and the passage of time. At its peak, an ancient dragon’s head, carved from solid granite, loomed ominously over the surrounding landscape, its fiery eyes watching over the land below with an unwavering gaze.

As the sun rose over the horizon, casting a golden glow upon the rugged terrain, the Dragonspire seemed to come alive with an otherworldly energy. Enchanted runes glow faintly along its surface, pulsing with the power of ancient magic as they ward off intruders and protect the relics held within.

Beneath the shadow of the spire, a winding path leads to the entrance of the fortress, flanked on either side by towering statues of fearsome dragons, their scales glistening in the early morning light. At the base of the spire, a massive gate forged from iron and adorned with intricate carvings stands guard, its surface inscribed with the symbols of forgotten languages and arcane sigils.

As the gate swung open with a heavy groan, revealing the cavernous interior of the Dragonspire, a sense of awe washed over her as they entered. The air was thick with the scent of incense and ancient knowledge, mingling with the faint sound of chanting echoing off the stone walls.

Inside, the main chamber of the spire stretched upwards towards the heavens, its walls lined with shelves upon shelves of ancient tomes and scrolls, their pages yellowed with age and filled with the secrets of forgotten civilizations. In the center of the chamber, a towering pillar of shimmering crystal rises from the floor, its surface pulsating with the raw energy of the earth itself.

At the base of the crystal pillar, a group of monks clad in flowing robes kneel in silent prayer, their voices rising and falling in a haunting melody that seems to resonate with the very soul of the spire. Each monk was armed with a staff of polished wood, adorned with runes and symbols of power, their eyes alight with the fire of devotion as they guard the relics of the Dragonspire with unwavering vigilance.

"The monks allows everyone in, you can look but not touch, unfortunately, we have to steal." Aldric whispered next to her ear.

"And how do we do that?" She asked in curiosity.

"We wait for more visitors and blend in with them." Aldric said.

As the day wore on, visitors from distant lands in East Ravka make their pilgrimage to the Dragonspire, drawn by tales of its ancient wonders and the power that lies within its walls. Some came seeking knowledge, hoping to unlock the secrets of the universe hidden within the spire’s depths.

But no matter their reasons for coming, all who enter the Dragonspire are greeted with the same sense of reverence and awe, for within its hallowed halls lies the key to unlocking the mysteries of the world and harnessing the power of the ancients.