Chaos' Heir

Chapter 895: Promises

"You burned my hair," Khan complained, looking at the ceiling while caressing the head resting on his chest.

"You needed a haircut anyway," Monica muttered, curling more of her body on Khan. "Though I melted the magic item. I'll need a new one."

"Another bracelet?" Khan wondered.

"If you can," Monica exclaimed, "I'd like a ring."

"I don't know how pretty I can make it," Khan admitted. "Considering all the materials I have to use and squeeze into it."

"It will be fine as long as it's from you," Monica sweetly said.

The couple fell silent, enjoying their closeness. Their burst of passion had left them naked, cozy, and appeased, but both Khan and Monica could sense the elephant in the room.

Monica was the first to abandon that cozy atmosphere. She opened her eyes, staring at Khan's slightly sweaty skin. Her hand rose, tracing invisible lines on his chest with her fingers. Her touch conveyed some timid worry, reeking of fear of hurting Khan.

"Was it that bad?" Khan asked.

Monica had seen Khan after the new training session, and he knew the spectacle couldn't have been great. His current healthy condition was also surprising, so it made sense for Monica to wonder whether everything was genuinely okay.

"You were barely alive," Monica revealed. "You had holes all over your body, and something black came out of your mouth and ass. Abraham said it was only waste, but I still feared you wouldn't have made it."

"Did I shit myself?" Khan chuckled.

"Is that what you are worried about?!" Monica snorted, slapping Khan's chest. She usually put far more strength in her blow, but the attack had felt strangely soft.

"It seems it's working," Khan sighed, tightening his hug on Monica's head. "I still don't know about its benefits, but something is changing."

"It did," Monica confirmed. "I noticed the difference."

"What did you notice?" Khan asked, confused.

"You are usually kinder," Monica revealed. "Well, more concerned about me, rather. Today you fucked me prioritizing what you wanted."

Monica's foul mouth always slipped out in those private moments, but Khan barely minded it. Monica's description of the previous passionate moment brought his gaze to her, immersing her in blue light as he searched for bruises or similar injuries.

"It's not like that, idiot," Monica scolded, understanding Khan's worries. "I don't mind it, either. Actually, you made it quite worthwhile."

"Was this the first time?" Khan questioned, accepting that Monica had a more reliable perception than him in that matter.

"No," Monica responded. "It happened other times, usually when you finally let yourself go. Sometimes, I push you to it, too. I know you don't look out for yourself, so I trick you into doing that."

"For how long have you been manipulating me?" Khan asked.

"Since the first time you laid eyes on me," Monica proudly claimed. "I have a whole collection of clothes with that sole purpose, and that's the only trick I'm willing to reveal."

"We have been together for more than four years," Khan scoffed, "And you still find ways of surprising me."

"It's my job, dear," Monica declared. "You'd leave me for the first slut if I didn't keep your eyes on me all the time."

"No, I wouldn't," Khan laughed before switching to a serious tone. "You know you don't have to work so hard. I'm with you until the end."

Those sweet words pushed one of Monica's buttons, but she refrained from diving straight into that urge. She looked up at Khan's face before straightening herself and climbing on his waist.

"Let's get a few things straight," Monica announced, slowly adjusting herself on Khan's waist to expose more of her naked beauty. "My man is the greatest thing that happened to the universe, but also its biggest idiot. It's my responsibility to fill the gaps created by your stupidity. That's what it means to be your woman."

Khan wanted to retort, but Monica knew what she was doing. The blue light shining on her revealed the target of Khan's attention. Her slow and seductive movements had claimed most of Khan's thoughts.

"Second," Monica continued, purposely planting her palms on Khan's chest to squeeze her chest with her arms. "Your eyes exist to look at me, and I always want them on me. I will pull any trick, ploy, and manipulation to make sure they keep looking where they need to look."

Khan was starting to ignore Monica's explanation. The scene and his newfound vitality created a dangerous reaction. He was ready to push her down and jump at her again. "Lastly," Monica continued, leaning forward to whisper in Khan's left ear. "I love when you show me what you can truly do and fuck my brains out."

The last line removed any chunk of self-control still lingering in Khan's mind. He suddenly grabbed Monica's wrists, pushing on his waist to turn both of them. Monica let out a sensual cry as she found herself under Khan with both arms locked above her head.

"That's my man," Monica giggled. "That's my strong, unbeatable King."

As aroused as Khan was, he still noticed the tinge of sadness in Monica's last words. His self- control returned, updating him on the situation. After witnessing his poor state, Monica wanted more proof of his recovery, and their passion always worked best for that.

Yet, that relationship was far more than sex and arousal. Khan and Monica shared true love, so he couldn't leave her worries unsolved. He wanted to reassure her before abandoning himself to his Fiancée's irresistible charm.

"You know why I'm doing this," Khan stated. "I don't care about the universe, but I'll burn everything to the ground to protect you, George, Master Carl, and the others. If I must become a monster to do it, so be it."

"I know," Monica whispered. "I know, and I love you for that. You have no idea how much I love you. That's why I don't want to see you burn yourself to protect us."

"I won't," Khan promised. "I'll become unbeatable. I'll become the God I swore to be and protect all of you. I'll destroy anything standing between and against us, even if I have to leave only us in the entire universe."

Khan didn't usually make such bold claims. He had uttered similar promises in the past, but Monica noticed the spark of arrogance inside his words. That probably was another side effect of the training session, but her mind was starting to forget about those matters.

"Tell me more," Monica gasped, almost begging.

"I'll crush my family into submission," Khan declared, slowly leaning forward. "I'll make nobles and Generals kneel at my feet. A single one of my words will unleash thousands of war cries, and armies will willingly gather under my banner."

"What will those armies do?" Monica asked, her voice a mixture of a whisper and a moan.

"Wage war in my name," Khan responded, "Move at my command and fight our enemies. They'll shout my name after each victory and secure our future against any threat that dares to come after us."

"I want to see it," Monica whispered. "I want to see you on top of humankind, on top of the

world."

"You'll see me," Khan promised. "The world will have no choice but to elevate me to its highest point. It's that or death."

"Death to our enemies," Monica summarized, "And mercy to those who kneel to you."

"I'll make them regret not killing me in the Slums," Khan stated. "I'll make them curse each failed attempt to put me down. They'll see the truth or be blinded by it."

"Even humankind?" Monica wondered.

"Humankind, Thilku, Ef'i," Khan said. "There's no difference. It's either with me or against

me."

"What about me?" Monica asked. "What's the role my King wants for me?"

"You, my lovely Fiancée," Khan uttered, basically breathing into Monica's mouth. "You'll

have a spot at my side as Queen of my domain, for nothing would have been built without you. You gave me love, political power, and support when I had nothing, so I'll give you the

world."

"You would have gotten there even without me," Monica praised.

"No," Khan shook his head. "All of this is thanks to you. I wouldn't be half the man I am today without you, so I'll repay you a hundredfold."

"A hundredfold?" Monica asked.

"A thousandfold," Khan corrected himself. "More even. As long as you wish for it, it's yours."

"Then," Monica voiced, lifting her legs to wrap them around Khan's waist. "I wish for my King to show me the full extent of his love. I wish for no barriers or self-restraint."

"It could break you," Khan warned.

"I'd be glad to be broken by you," Monica declared, "For I'm but a human blessed to be so

close to greatness."

Monica's words hit like a truck, ending the exchange of words and making Khan close the remaining small distance from her mouth. He felt the different passion boiling inside his veins that time but didn't try to tame it. The pool was pushing him toward that new version of himself, and he would welcome the change.