Chapter 28: A Whole Lot Left To Prove

Chapter 28: Chapter 28: A Whole Lot Left To Prove

"Who dares disturb my rest?"

The aura around the sword flared violently.

"He is the one who is going to conquer you," several spirits called floating a few steps behind Xavier.

"Conquer me? You?" The sword’s voice amused. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?"

"Go ahead, boy—speak," the bright spirit urged.

The crushing weight of the sword’s presence made the difference in power painfully clear, yet the surrounding spirits kept Xavier from faltering.

"I am going to dominate you," he said.

"Oh? What else?"

"I will satisfy you."

"Really? Anything more?"

"I will umm... feed you?"

A cold, ringing laugh filled the throne room.

"Insolent soul. That is nowhere near enough if you truly wish to conquer me."

Xavier recalled the bright spirit’s earlier words.

"I will show you that I can be rough while keeping my composure."

Silence fell. Only the crackle of erupting flames remained.

"You hear that, Miss Incinerator?" the spirits called. "He is confident, and he will not back down."

Miss? Xavier thought. Does this sword have a gender?

"You know what will happen if you fall short of those words, insolent soul," the sword warned. "I will burn you until not even ash remains."

The aura exploded outward. Flames roared up and completely engulfed the blade, swelling into a sphere of fire that grew larger and larger—until it burst.

From the inferno stepped a tall, voluptuous woman.

Her hair was living threads of flame. Her eyes burned like twin furnaces. A royal gown of heat-red fabric clung tightly to her body, glowing from within and straining against the heavy swell of her tits. Metal-clad thigh-high armor tapered into sharp high heels that clicked against the magma floor.

The sword had taken human form—an act of power Xavier had never seen or even heard of.

Miss Incinerator strode up to him and rested the tips of her long, fiery nails beneath his chin.

"So, boy... will you stay true to your words, or shall I burn you where you stand?"

Xavier had no idea how to dominate a sword. But a woman? That, he understood intimately.

The moment she assumed human shape, every remaining shred of confusion vanished. Looking back, almost everything Xavier had said carried a sexual innuendo.

He did not answer with words.

He caught her wrist, closed the distance, and crushed his mouth against her scorching-red lips in a filthy kiss.

Mmmnnn...

Most men would have been reduced to ash by a single touch. Miss Incinerator, however, granted him the benefit of the doubt, sensing the pure mana that saturated his soul. If he could truly satisfy her, she would not mind forming a contract.

Her hot tongue thrust into his mouth, fierce and demanding, trying to seize control. Xavier refused to yield. He met her intensity head-on, knowing that surrendering the lead would mean death.

His hands found her full, heavy tits and squeezed hard, fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh through the glowing fabric. He yanked the neckline of her gown downward, freeing them completely. Even her thick nipples and wide areolas radiated a soft, heated red, already stiff.

Ahh... nnnh...

He massaged the heavy mounds while she gripped his face and deepened the kiss, tongues sliding wetly together. Then he pinched both burning nipples and pulled sharply. Miss Incinerator’s body twitched hard; she was forced back a single step.

Unngh—!

"So your nipples are a weak spot," Xavier murmured, voice thick with lust.

He focused on them ruthlessly—pinching, tugging, rolling the burning peaks between his fingers, stretching them out until she gasped—driving her backward one step at a time until the throne pressed against her legs.

Aaah... ohh...

Miss Incinerator could hardly believe how her own body responded, heat flooding between her thighs. The last of her doubts dissolved. This insolent soul might actually be capable of claiming her.

Xavier shoved her down onto the throne. His trousers dissolved into mist, freeing his long, thick, fully hard cock. A visible flush of brighter red appeared on Miss Incinerator’s glowing cheeks as she stared at it.

The instant her fat ass settled on the seat, Xavier stepped up onto the throne itself and stood over her. He gripped the base of his shaft and slapped the heavy, meaty rod across her face

Mmph—

Her fiery eyes widened in surprise.

"The spirits gave away another of your weaknesses," he said. "You like it rough, don’t you?"

Her burning gaze locked with his. A slow, wicked smile curved her lips—confirming his words.

"Now open your mouth and serve me."

He pressed the thick head of his cock to her lips. She parted them open . Xavier’s fingers tangled in her living-flame hair, gripped her head, and forced every fat inch down her throat in one brutal stroke until her face pressed against his pelvis.

Nnngh—... hhh...

Miss Incinerator rested her hands on the armrests of the throne and simply let him take control, throat bulging around the intrusion. She was already captivated by the size of him; the way he handled her now was exactly to her taste.

He fucked her throat in deep, steady strokes, wet gurgles and lewd wet sounds filling the hall each time his balls slapped against her chin. Her mouth was scorching—hotter than anything he had ever felt. It was like thrusting into boiling water that somehow refused to burn, delivering only intense, searing pleasure as her tight throat squeezed him.

Aahhhn... mmph—...

Does this make me a masochist? The thought flickered and vanished beneath the rising heat.

"I said I would feed you," Xavier growled. "Well—here I cum."

He slammed his dick to the root and erupted.

Ahhhnnn—!

What flooded her mouth was not semen, but pure liquid mana. Thick, glowing golden streams pumped straight down her throat, filling her cheeks until they bulged obscenely. She sealed her lips around him in a perfect vacuum, refusing to let even a single drop escape, and swallowed greedily with his cock still buried deep in her throat.

Ohhh—...

When the last pulse faded, Xavier released her head but She did not pull away. She continued to suck and lick like a desperate slut, cleaning every glistening inch of his length, determined not to waste a drop of his cum. Finally she sealed her lips around the swollen head and sucked hard one last time, milking out whatever remained with lewd, wet pulls.

Mmm... nnnh...

Miss Incinerator drew back with a soft, satisfied sigh, a thin string of glowing mana still connecting her bottom lip to his cock.

Ahhn...

"That was... acceptable," she said, though her expression betrayed far more pleasure than the words admitted. "You fed me well enough. I’ll strike that claim from the list." Her lips curved into a naughty smile, eyes fixed on his still-hard cock. "But you still have a whole lot left to prove."

Xavier felt a little exhausted after ejaculating pure mana. He closed his eyes and concentrated inwards, realizing he still had a few more shots before the danger became critical. Exhausting his mana completely in the sword realm could kill him—but he had come too far to stop now. The prize was right in front of him.

"All right," he said "Let’s do this."

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