Son of the Hero King

Chapter 785: True Love

Later that night, in the royal bedchamber decorated lavishly for the newlyweds, Sol leaned lazily on the balcony rails while gazing intently at the dotted night sky. The stars illuminating the dark heaven seemed unnaturally bright tonight, as if the very universe itself was paying closer attention to the events unfolding on this small world of the Mortal Realm.

Behind him, the door to the royal chambers opened slightly, and Medea slipped inside. She was still wearing her wedding dress, though she had removed the more elaborate accessories required for the wedding ceremony.

"You came back early," she muttered gently, padding across the chambers as she reached him and stood by his side, mere inches separating them.

"I still have much work to do,” Sol admitted to his wife – yes, he could freely call Medea wife now – his gaze never leaving the shimmering expanse of the illuminated skies. “But I am sure the world can go on without me working for a single night."

Medea studied his profile, immediately noting the tension in his jaw and the slight, distant look in his eyes as he focused beyond the horizon. "You're worried about Dawn," she said, more statement than question.

"Among other things," he agreed with her, not hiding his worries. "She knows, Medea. Or at least, she suspects."

"That you're the reincarnation of Adam?" Medea inched even closer, closing the gap between their bodies. Her shoulder brushed his, the heat radiating from his body washing over her at this intimate distance. "Does it matter if she does?"

His gaze eventually settled on his wife, the tension in his jaw vanishing, expression softening as he spoke, "No. Not tonight."

He reached out his hand, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, nestling it gently behind her ears, and holding her there, palms cupping her face.

"I'm sorry our wedding was interrupted," he said in a soft, apologetic tone.

Medea laughed, the sound light and surprisingly carefree. "A goddess attacked, you manifested eldritch powers, and the world nearly ended." She shook her head, her lips curling in the absurdity of the day.

"It was perfectly us."

Sol could not hold back his chuckles either, the weight of the day finally lifting from his shoulders. "I suppose it was.”

Medea nodded, “Not to mention, you know where she is, right? Euphoria, I mean.”

Sol nodded, agreeing, before he took out a map. This was the map Karma had given him as a sign of friendship, or so he named the peace offering. It had the location of Euphoria's hideout and even broadcast her current live location at all times. If he wanted, he could hunt her down whenever he wished. Yet now was not the time to go after the wounded goddess. After all, there would be no restrictions imposed upon Euphoria if he were to face her in the Astral Realm.

"See? No need to worry. Besides," she added, her heterochromatic eyes – one red, the other golden – twinkling, "the wedding isn't the important part."

"No?"

"No." She stepped even closer, body melding against his strong frame now, her hands coming up to rest against his chest. "This is."

As their lips met, the last traces of gold faded from Sol's hair, and the rainbow hues settled firmly in his inhuman eyes. This was his true form now, and the days of him required to hide this form from prying eyes had come to a close.

For this moment, at least, he was not the Dragon Emperor, or the All-Seeing Radiant Lord, or the reincarnation of the Creator God of this verse.

He was simply Sol, and she was Medea, and they were husband and wife at long last.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new enemies, and new revelations. But tonight was theirs alone, a small respite of peace and calm before the inevitable storm of chaos and destruction.

Their lips slowly separated, and Medea looked at Sol with eyes dripping with infinite love.

It was her turn to adjust a strand of his shimmering silver hair, and she commented, “Now our hair is the same color.”

“And now you can finally reach my chin, almost.” Sol teased with a sly grin.

“Pfft. If your body were any less sturdy, I would have kicked you in the ass for that. As it is now, I would only be hurting myself making such a futile attempt.”

“You are wrong. You would never hurt me.” He spoke with such confidence that Medea was left utterly speechless. More so because he had hit it right on the bullseye.

She would never hurt him.

Amused by her exasperated reaction, Sol went ahead to gently perch on the edge of the bed, beckoning her to his side with his finger. Once she obeyed and gingerly sat next to him on the bed, he gently rested his hand on her milky white thighs.

He enjoyed the feeling of her pillowy thighs as he stroked them through the soft fabric of her wedding dress.

"Are you nervous?" He spoke in a soothing voice. While this was certainly not their first time together, the night was so different from any time they were together, it may as well be called a first. The air was taut with tension.

“Always.” She grinned, belying her words. Her heart was thundering against her chest, as fast, if not faster, than their first time together. It was a feeling she savored. One she wished would never vanish from their relationship, no matter how long they were together.

Sol continued to caress her body with gentle touches and intoxicating patterns, slowly heating her body up with arousal. “Then let’s make sure to ease that nervousness of yours, okay?”

Declaring softly, he scooped Medea up in a princess carry and stood up before placing her gently down on the bed.

She had always been beautiful, and Sol thought he had gotten used to her face. But at this moment, he felt himself forgetting to breathe as he glanced at her gorgeous visage.

Clad in her white wedding dress, she looked like a princess, nay, an angel from the heavens. He could feel his heart bursting with emotions so powerful that even the erosion of his power could not affect them, could never hope to diminish them.

Hovering above her, he slowly took off her panties, sticky with transparent fluids. Taking off all her clothes was also an option. But it was one he did not want to entertain at the moment.

"Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world," He declared in an intoxicating tone as he lovingly kissed the back of her hand.

Her current appearance was not only lovely, it was also sinfully enticing.

The nape peeking through her disheveled silver hair, slender neck, flushing pink shoulders, the contours of her shoulder blades, the swelling on her chest, and her narrow waist that looked as if it would break if she were held too tightly.

All those elements combined to give her an appearance of fragility, further promoting her ethereal beauty. He could feel his heart going wild and his mouth dry at the vision that mixed cuteness and lewdness in such a perfect blend that he was left to question existence, how such an enchanting being could exist.

He eagerly bent down and devoured her lips. While kissing her, he wrapped his large hand around her beautiful breasts, their sizes fitting comfortably in his palm despite growing significantly larger.

Her body was different from what he remembered for obvious reasons. She was fuller, bigger, however, they were still within normal range, a delightful handful for his large hand.

“What do you think of my new appearance?” There was no quiver in her voice. She knew it was a pointless worry. She had seen the desire in his eyes as he gazed at her with primal hunger and lust. But it was something she could not control. She loved hearing him speak words of love to her.

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“You will always be the most beautiful woman in my eyes.” Sol did not disappoint. His words made her heart melt. She knew that she could never win against him as long as he looked and spoke to her like this.

He grinned, “Do you mind if we dirty the robe?”

She answered back, “Make a mess out of me.”

Once he received the green light from his otherworldly gorgeous wife…

With his right hand, he covered her entire pubis with his palm and softly caressed it to enjoy how it felt and how it made her feel. He moved the other hand roughly through her hair and kissed her so passionately it took her breath away. Then the storm of kisses moved down to her neck, to her collarbone, and to her flushed armpit.

He coated his fingers with the love juices flowing from her vagina and rubbed all over the inner labia that had swollen pinkish red in arousal. Her juice was already staining the dress, but none of them cared about that detail at the moment.

His finger stimulated her softened flesh in every direction, like he was stirring her up. A ticklish pleasure soon ruled her crotch.

She stifled a scream of pleasure when his fingers captured her clitoris. His thumb and forefinger pinched and lightly rolled around the pleasantly hard flesh bud.

The stimulation was too powerful for her to bear, making her limbs tremble uncontrollably. He gave a focused vibration to the clitoris held between his two nectar-soaked fingers.

He also massaged her left breast, making sure to leave no part of her untouched. As always, Sol found the foreplay to be a very enjoyable part of sex. He loved seeing his loved ones cry so helplessly in his arms.

As Sol hugged Medea tightly in his embrace, teasing her with his plethora of skills, she could not help but mock-glare at him with excruciating difficulty through the haze of pleasure burning through her whole body while he laughed under his breath.

"You are as skilled as always," she said breathlessly, stifling another needy whimper.

"Or you're just too sensitive," he countered with his boyish grin— the very grin that stole Medea’s breath away and made her fall for Sol.

Medea gave a cut pout as there was no rebuttal she could give. She was indeed too damn sensitive. Speechless, she opened her mouth and bit Sol’s hand, causing him to laugh out loud. She looked very cute when she acted so coquetishly, and Sol could feel his heart swell with joy and happiness at seeing the different side of the woman he loved.

“Since you attacked, it is only right that I retaliate, right?” He spoke with a wolfish smile.

Medea's eyes widened into saucers as she felt her inner furnace slowly being stirred by his dextrous fingers before he brought the digits out for her to see the contents they scooped out.

Then, making sure to keep eye contact with his wife, the ever-present mischievous smile never leaving his lips, he licked each of his fingers, slowly as if he was savouring the most delicious liquid in the entire world.

“Delicious,” he mouthed in satisfaction. He just loved doing this act and was always happy to see how effective this trick was on his girls.

Medea looked away, her face beet red, after hearing him speak, and Sol only found her cuter for that act.

Bringing back his finger, he caressed the outer part of her vulva and penetrated her warmth once again.

Medea's body trembled as Sol's fingers swept around her slit.

Sol savored the feeling of her skin and the scent of her arousal as he spread her legs wide open.

"This is a bit embarrassing."

Medea covered her face after being forced to assume such a humiliating position, but once again, she let Sol do as he wished with her body, looking forward to the pleasure he would bring her once more, even through the scalding heat of her humiliation and embarrassment.

Sol, meanwhile, was fascinated by her secret garden. Her radiant labia looked so fragile and pure, and her moist vagina quivered with excitement and anticipation, glistening in a pretty, pure pink color that would fascinate even the Pink Witch Freya.

Unable to bear the shame any longer, Medea turned her head sideways and partially buried her face in the soft pillow. Sol's breath on her most sensitive place made her feel a far greater mixture of pleasure and shame.

Sol's forefinger slid over her narrow petals and then opened her up, revealing her entrance. While Medea was still hiding her face, she was forced to open her eyes wide in shock and arch her back when she felt a hot tongue over her nether region.

This was not the first time Sol had licked her. But the feeling was as amazing as always. Here was the King of Lustburg and even the future Emperor of the Mortal Realm. A man who had dozens of powerhouses under his beck and call, and yet here he was, giving his all to please her.

How could this not excite her to her very core?

The texture of his tongue around her sensitive nethers was too vivid, and it became even more so when his tongue suddenly poked over her sensitive clitoris.

His hot lips wrapped around her clit and began to suck it loudly. Then, as the heat rose, her lower region began to produce even more love juices, proof of her deep excitement.

"Ahah~"

Soon, his flexible tongue penetrated her narrow gap and licked her inside tenaciously. Everywhere his tongue touched, a thrill spread out, and she could feel her inner walls melting.

Suddenly, a finger entered her entrance, making the delicate muscles contract. The thick finger was pushed in deeply, filling her narrow depths to the brim.

Before long, the fingers that went in and out had already stretched to three and were greedily devoured by her quivering quim. Soon, his fingers began to move faster and faster, stimulating all her weak spots and causing her waist to shake on its own.

Gasps of pleasure spilled out of her mouth as her body was rocked by the sensual ecstasy that seemed to be filling up her whole being, and Sol doubled down as he leaned and sucked on her painfully erect clitoris.

A strange sensation began to simmer in her depths, and Medea recognized that she was very close to climaxing.

Her toes curled, and her body twisted and arched as she reached the climax, convulsing due to the intense stimulation.

Raising his head, Sol licked the love juice on his finger while looking at her hungrily. His lower body was already as erect as it could be. So much in fact, that he felt like it could tear a hole through his wedding dress, even through its toughness that rivaled a Divine Weapon.

Medea, meanwhile, was breathless. She tried standing up, wishing to give him as much pleasure as he was providing her. But Sol stopped her. At this moment, he did not require her to service his dick with her hand, mouth, and tongue.

He was already ready to devour her completely. He smiled at her, a feral smile, while pushing her down on the bed. The moonlight illuminated the two of them, and light pulsated from their wedding uniform.

Sol only briefly gave a glance at them before focusing on his task. At this moment, nothing else but Medea mattered.

The two gazed at each other. They could see in each other's eyes the weight of the love they vowed to each other.

"No regrets?"

Sol asked one last time, though he knew he did not need to.

"No regrets." There was no deceit, no hesitation in her voice. All the shadows of the past vanished, leaving only his presence in her heart— the hole in her heart already mended and filled with affection for Sol.

As he settled between Medea’s legs and received her approval, Sol slowly pushed his hardened member into her slippery entrance, causing the two of them to draw a sharp breath.

The tip of his elongated shaft squeezed in through the narrow gap of her honeypot, which was still quivering from the earlier intense climax she received, and he could feel the soft and scalding flesh slowly surround his sensitive rod, forcing him to groan ever so slightly.

Medea’s whole body trembled vigorously when she felt the heat of his glans on the most secretive and sacred place of her body, but as he slowly pushed in further and further into her sticky depths, she could not help but feel like she was slowly being stuffed full as his meat lance was being gradually sucked in due to her glistening folds.

“Ugh~”

Even as she tried to focus on other things to take her mind away from this growing sense of pleasure, she still felt that, inside of her lower belly, her insides were being forcefully stretched out by the massive rod that belonged to none other than her beloved— now officially, beloved husband.

When Sol finally inserted his full length into her narrow depths and their hips finally met, she couldn’t help but curl her toes as a new wave of pleasure started to attack her mind, body, and soul in unison. Her love juices started to flow out incessantly, without showing any signs of stoppage, while she was busy clawing at the bed sheets to cope with the pleasure that was slowly but surely threatening to make her lose her mind.

Even though the room was previously filled with the scent of perfume and air fresheners, right now, only the musky scent of two bodies colliding with each other in the most primal act known to men filled the air with its intoxicating fragrance. Sweat poured down from their bodies ceaselessly.

Taking a whiff of her delicious scent that was lingering all over, Sol leaned in and traced her prominent collarbone with his tongue before biting onto her earlobe with his lips.

He licked, tasted, touched, and explored every inch of her body, both in and out, filling Medea with a feeling of euphoria.

The wedding dresses chose this moment to flare up, burning with bright pink light as the two of them finally united both physically and spiritually.

This was definitely something he needed to pay attention to. But not tonight. He could feel that whatever was happening was entirely beneficial for them. So he simply focused on the moment with her.

Whenever he moved and acted, she would feel a shiver of pleasure run down her spine and stretch throughout her body, and make them throb with joy and ecstasy. Finally, his lips overlapped with hers, and their tongues greedily wrapped around each other to savor each other’s taste in the most decadent way possible.

While she was distracted by the kiss, Sol continued to move inside of her depths, using his throbbing, faster and faster with each thrust.

Though they were clothed, the sensation on their skin was light; they might as well have been naked.

Medea’s breathing became more rapid and ragged as he began to stab at her weakest spots with clinical precision.

He pierced her depths again and again and her inner walls, which were stimulated by his onslaught of precise strikes, cramped and greedily tightened around his penis.

Finally, the two of them hugged each other tightly as Sol pushed himself deeper inside her than ever before and released a groan, finally ejaculating all the contents inside of him and showering her insides with his sticky goo.

As the two of them orgasmed, the pink light radiating off their dresses— a symbol of their wedding and union, also reached its peak. The nature of the clothes they were wearing changed completely. From the embryo of divine weapons, they transformed, adapted, and evolved.

Even without deep inspection, Sol felt like his clothes now had enough defense to tank the attack of a King realmed being without getting a single scratch, and this was barely understanding the surface of their capabilities.

In his mind, he could now feel a certain connection to Medea’s wedding dress and had a feeling that he could locate her no matter where she was. Perhaps throughout all the Realms, be it Mortal, Astral, or Divine.

The bright pink light receded, and in the end, all that was left were a fully naked Sol and Medea. The clothes had completely vanished. But they were just a simple thought away from manifestation.

After all, they were now Divine Battle Regalia. Not unlike Sol’s Eye of Akasha— a concealed Divine Weapon. As for what concept powered them?

It was Love.