Chapter 210: Spoils and Intimacy

Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Spoils and Intimacy

Solstice arranged a luxury hotel suite in New Miami for the trio. The room was spacious — floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering coastline, a king-sized bed with silk sheets, and a marble bathroom with a soaking tub.

Clara disappeared into the bathroom immediately.

Lucian sat cross-legged on the floor, his crimson eyes glowing faintly as system notifications materialized before him.

[System Quest Completed: Locate the Apep family base.]

[Reward: 30,000 SC, Blood Sense range +100m]

[System Quest Completed: Destroy the Khalfani Cartel stronghold.]

[Reward: 15,000 SC, Vampiric Link range upgraded]

[Current System Credits: 175,000 SC]

Lucian’s lips curved slightly. 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

He opened the system shop. Flick. Items scrolled before his eyes in glowing text. He browsed methodically, his fingers swiping through categories.

Ring of the Void Walker (S-Rank) — 50,000 SC

A pitch-black ring that grants the passive ability to walk on air and space as if it were solid ground. Grants true flight with minimal mana cost. Allows the user to bypass B-Rank and below spatial barriers.

Lucian’s eyes lingered on the word flight. He had been mocked by Clara for not being able to fly despite possessing so many abilities. This would solve that permanently. Right now, he was just been petty that he couldn’t fly.

He purchased it. Ding. A pitch-black ring materialized on his palm. He slipped it onto his right middle finger. The ring pulsed once — thrum — bonding to his mana.

He continued browsing.

Shadow Cloak of the Nightbringer (S-Rank) — 30,000 SC

A cloak woven from condensed shadow mana. Renders the user completely invisible to all forms of detection — thermal, mana, visual, sound — when standing perfectly still. When moving, grants +30% speed in dark environments.

Lucian purchased it without hesitation. Ding. The cloak materialized — dark as a starless night, impossibly light, cool to the touch. He draped it over his arm.

Next, he browsed the weapons section for Clara.

Lunar Fang (S-Rank Spear) — 25,000 SC

A runeforged spear infused with lunar mana. Self-repairing rune inscriptions. +20% mana amplification for lunar-based abilities. -15% spear technique cost. Edge never dulls.

Perfect. Clara’s Lunar Authority would synergize with it flawlessly. He purchased it. Ding. The spear materialized — six feet long, silver shaft, crescent-moon blade at the tip that glowed with pale lunar light. Thrum.

Then — the critical purchase.

Formation Array: Absolute Isolation Monument — 50,000 SC

A deployable array flag. When planted, creates a 5-kilometer dome that blocks all teleportation, spatial communication, and scrying. Prevents enemies from calling for reinforcements or escaping. Takes 10 minutes to activate. Duration: 6 hours.

This was what he needed. The Apeps would be trapped. He purchased it. Ding. A small black flag materialized — unassuming, plain, but radiating dense spatial mana.

Finally, Lucian browsed the beast section. Ven — the Crimson Manticore — was still in the Beast Domain at Peak C-Rank. If the beast could break through to Early B-Rank, it could easily match a Late Grand Core master in combat.

Beast Breakthrough Catalyst — Demonic Blood Essence (A-Rank) — 10,000 SC

A concentrated essence refined from B-Rank demonic beast blood. When consumed by a C-Rank beast, increases breakthrough probability to B-Rank by 60%. May trigger mutation.

Lucian purchased it. Ding. A vial of thick, dark crimson liquid materialized — warm to the touch, pulsing with feral energy.

Remaining System Credits: 10,000 SC

Lucian dismissed the shop interface. Not much left, but what he’d purchased was exactly what he needed. The ring gave him flight. The cloak gave him infiltration capability. The spear upgraded Clara’s arsenal. The isolation monument would trap the Apeps. And the blood essence would push Ven to B-Rank.

Click.

The bathroom door opened. Steam rolled out in a white cloud. Clara stepped through — her silver hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, her skin flushed from the hot water. A white towel was wrapped loosely around her body, barely covering her breasts and hanging dangerously low on her hips. Water droplets trailed down her collarbone. Drip. Drip.

She walked up behind Lucian silently and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. Her damp skin pressed against his back. Her lips brushed his ear.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a soft smile.

Lucian reached back, grabbed her arm, and pulled her around into his lap. She landed on his thighs with a soft thud, her legs draping over his knee. The towel shifted precariously.

"Just checking out a few things," Lucian said, his crimson eyes meeting her silver ones.

He reached behind him and pulled the Lunar Fang spear from where he’d set it down. He held it before her. The crescent-moon blade glowed with pale lunar light that seemed to respond to Clara’s presence — brightening, pulsing in sync with her heartbeat.

Clara’s eyes went wide. Her fingers traced the shaft reverently. "Lucian... this is... S-Rank? Where did you get this?"

Lucian leaned forward and kissed her softly. Her lips were warm and tasted faintly of the hotel’s lavender soap. He pulled back.

"Just take the gift from your lovely boyfriend."

Clara’s cheeks flushed pink — visible even through her pale Moon Vampire complexion.

"I suppose you’re trying to compensate for something else," she said, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Though from what I remember, you don’t need to compensate for anything."

She kissed him back deeply. Her fingers threaded through his silver hair, pulling him closer. Mwah. The kiss intensified. Her tongue traced his lower lip. He opened his mouth. Their tongues met as they devoured each other hungrily. Smack.

Lucian’s hands found the edge of her towel. He tugged. The towel fell away from her body, pooling around his lap. Rustle. Her bare skin pressed against his chest. Her breasts pressed against him, her nipples already hard.

Lucian lowered his head. He took her left breast into his mouth — his tongue circling her nipple slowly, teasingly. Lick. Lick. His right hand found her right breast, his fingers pinching and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Pinch.

Clara arched her back. "Mmmh... damn, I missed this so much," she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair.

Lucian sucked harder, pulling her nipple between his teeth with just enough pressure to make her gasp. Flick. His tongue worked in slow circles. Clara’s breathing quickened as her hips shifted against his lap.

He stood — lifting her effortlessly with one arm. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. Plop. Her silver hair spread across the silk sheets like a river of moonlight.

Lucian positioned himself between her legs. He kissed her inner thigh in slow, deliberate kisses moving upward. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Clara’s breath hitched. Her fingers gripped the sheets.

He lowered his head to her pussy. His tongue found her clit. He traced slow circles around it. Lick. Lick.

"Ah... yes... right there," Clara whispered, her hips tilting toward him.

Lucian increased the pressure. His tongue moved in deliberate strokes. He inserted two fingers into her entrance, curling them upward to find that spot. Squelch. Clara’s walls tightened around his fingers.

"Mmmh... Lucian... don’t stop," she moaned, her back arching off the bed.

He didn’t stop. His tongue worked faster. His fingers pumped rhythmically. Squelch. Squelch. The wet sounds filled the room. Clara’s thighs trembled on either side of his head.

"Yes... so good... right there... yes..." Clara’s voice broke into breathless gasps. Her fingers tangled in his silver hair, pulling him deeper.

Lucian increased the intensity. His tongue flicked rapidly. His fingers pressed harder. Lick. Lick. Lick. Clara’s moans climbed higher — louder, more desperate.

"I’m... Lucian... I’m—"

Gush.

She came on his face. Her body convulsed. Her thighs clamped around his head. Warm liquid flooded his tongue and chin. Squelch. She gasped into a long, trembling moan.

Pant. Pant.

Clara pushed him away gently. Lucian allowed himself to fall backward onto the bed. Bounce. He lay on his back, his face glistening. He touched his chin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Clara crawled over him. She looked down at his face — his long silver hair splayed across the sheets, his crimson eyes glowing softly, his short beard damp with her juices.

She traced his jawline with her finger. "You know... you look even more handsome now with the long hair," she said softly. Then her expression shifted — impish, teasing. "But this beard? It tickles. You look like a scruffy old man."

Lucian’s hand shot out. Smack. He spanked her bare ass. Clara gasped — a sharp, surprised sound that melted into a moan.

"Careful," Lucian said, his voice low and dangerous. "Or I’ll show this scruffy old man exactly what he can do."

Clara chuckled. She leaned down and kissed him deeply. Mwah. Her bare body pressed against his. Her hips rolled against his hardness beneath his pants.

Lucian grabbed her hips. He flipped her onto her back in one fluid motion. Bounce. She landed on the mattress, silver hair flying, silver eyes wide with surprise and delight.

He hovered over her. His crimson eyes traced every curve of her body — the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.

"You look even more beautiful when I’m fucking you," Lucian said, his voice rough.

Clara bit her lower lip. Her silver eyes blazed. "Then stop talking and—"

Lucian freed his cock — hard, thick, already throbbing. He positioned himself at her entrance. The tip pressed against her wet, swollen pussy.

He thrust in.

Ahhhh—!

Clara’s back arched off the bed. Her walls clenched around his huge cock.