Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power

Chapter 404: Chapter 404: Meeting with the First Celestial [1]

Chapter 404 – Meeting with the First Celestial [1]

Sophie mounted Dancer, looking at his face, so beautiful she still couldn’t believe she was holding him within her embrace.

It was incomprehensible, for she had never seen such a level of beauty in any man or even any woman.

She doubted, honestly, that even those famed angels were at his level.

The day Dancer came into her life was one she could never forget. But that moment, facing the man in front of her, was not one of remembrance.

It was one of action.

And Sophie could no longer control the wave of lust consuming her whole mind, sending jolts of heat through her body, making the space between her legs tingle.

Dancer grinned. And Sophie devoured his mouth, kissing him as if he were her only source of life.

Her hands grabbed tightly at his hair, pulling him slowly and gently, as if afraid of hurting him.

Already, she was moving her body slowly and achingly eagerly across the soft thighs of Dancer. She let out a moan, muffled by the act of devouring her lover’s lips.

The tension in the room was staggering. The echo of moans — of heavy breathing and shallow, ragged breaths that seemed to beg for oxygen their lungs refused — made a sweet atmosphere of lust sink into the deepest layers of stone in the room.

Sophie was at an all-time high, and Dancer was not one to be left behind. One could tell he was experienced by the way his hands moved across Sophie’s naked body.

How he kissed her neck, bit her wolfish ears, stroked her tail lovingly, and caressed her private parts.

He acted with slowness, yet the sensation was one Sophie had never felt elsewhere.

"I-I can no longer wait," she moaned, forehead against forehead, beads of sweat trailing down her body, chest rising and falling, her right hand already moving to grasp Dancer’s dick.

"I want it, Dancer."

"Then take it," he said with a grin.

Sophie bit her lower lip, eyes glazing with overwhelming ecstasy. She grasped Dancer’s dick and guided it toward her wet place.

She gasped, head rolling backward when she sensed the tip of his dick brushing against her lower lips. Sophie trembled, then immediately went—!

Tok! Tok! Tok!

"Mother, I need to talk to you!"

The sexual tension in the room disappeared as quickly and suddenly as the death of a mortal.

Sophie’s slitted blue eyes widened, shock coursing through her veins like a lightning bolt.

In a time faster than thought, she got off Dancer, her private parts still dripping with juices, lips pressed into a thin line of frustration.

She was already wearing her string and nightgown when Dancer’s voice whispered into her ears.

"Not today then?" His voice danced with amusement.

Sophie cursed, "Not today, my love. But I will call you or I will come to you! I promise, Dancer."

She snapped her head toward him, seeing him already dressed, one step from the edge of the open window, ready to disappear.

The beautiful man spared her a smile, then...

"Next time. And hopefully, we won’t be disturbed."

Then he dove out, disappearing from sight as quickly as he had entered.

Sophie’s eyes were still fixed on the open window when someone yanked the door to her room open with obvious restlessness.

Her soft, loving, dreamy expression melted away. Instead, a face as cold as a monolith took its place as she looked at the unwelcomed visitor.

The sexual and lustful atmosphere of the room was wafted away by the wave of air from the window.

"What do you want, Bari?" Sophie grated, looking at the First Fang. "I have told you time and time again to stop—!"

"I know! I know!" Bari growled. "Next time I won’t enter your room unless you tell me to, mother! But right now, I need help."

"The ring! I need the ring, mother! If not, Father will kill me!"

Sophie Adelina Fenrir — First Wife of King Fenrir and First Queen of the Wolves Kingdom — looked at her son with dilating eyes.

"Repeat that again?" she growled, aura erupting from her. "Who would dare kill my son?"

Suddenly, her private parts dried like cotton, her lust vanishing.

...

Meanwhile, in the very center of the Celestial Empire, deep within Asterion City, the coronation was unfolding.

The folks were ecstatic. Having a day of festivities with no thought of work nor burden was one they had been looking forward to for so long.

Now they had obtained it by the grace of The Celeste.

A day made for all of them to enjoy. And enjoy they did.

All over the streets, decorations unfolded, painting the roads and the city itself in gold. It was achingly shining.

Most people wore gold, as if participating in the theme of the day, yet others didn’t bother to blend in.

Food and drink were being circulated freely. Dozens of beings could drink from the same cup before the person it was meant for even took a sip.

Laughter boomed through the air, and portraits of Sora Asterion could be seen elevated on platforms.

It was a sight to behold.

Yet even amid joy, whispers didn’t stop. Well, it was especially because winds of joy were snapping through the air all around that whispers flew faster.

"Did you hear about Silver City?" one said in a hushed voice.

"Man, that city must be cursed! Twice! Destroyed two times! How is that normal?"

"I heard different. Yes, yes, yes. Want to know? Good. Damned bastards took out some silvers, will ya?" an old-looking man said, grinning with black teeth.

"Silvers?" one outrageously bellowed. "Scam! A scam, damn it!"

"My information is accurate, ya! After all," the black-toothed man cackled, sounding like old carts scraping against cobblestones, "I was there! I saw Him! I saw Her! I saw Them, I tell ya! I tell ya! I saw!!"

He slammed his hands continuously on the wooden table where many drunk men and women with stinking breaths and muddled minds sat.

"Tell us then, old fart! Who? Who are They?"

"He was like a flash of blood, ya! I swear! And her! Oh, I saw nothing! But I saw fear! I saw my fears and the fears of the whole world in her! I tell ya!"

"But a hero he was! For he saved us! And scary as she was, she killed those wolves! She killed them with flowers, I tell ya!"

"And do you know?" another whispered. "I heard they did it for the new Empress. The Empress of the Sun! The Killer of the Moon!"

"The Killer of the Moon? Hahah, a smelly title. I like it, I say! I like it!"

"What are They called? How about—!"

And the discussions followed, filled with nonsense and lies, yet it was mostly in those places and times that legends were born.

While all of this was happening, inside Asterion Castle, Sora Asterion, in her splendid empress’s clothes, was standing in front of a portal swirling with all kinds of celestial energy.

Behind her, her father and mother stood, looking at her impatiently.

"Know what to say and how to say it," Luminary advised, flaming eyebrows frowning sternly. "You will be in the presence of a god."

The coronation of a new ruler of the Celestial Empire was always accompanied by one thing...

"Go. The god Aster, the First Celestial, Heart of the Sun, Mind of the Moon, and Body of Stars..."

He paused, and Sora’s body unconsciously tensed, her right hand grasping a necklace beneath her clothes.

"...is waiting for you inside."

—End of Chapter 404—