Chaos' Heir - Chapter 1199

Chapter 1199: Tattoo
Some movement, accompanied by cold sensations, disturbed Khan’s sleep, pulling him out of the nightmares and awakening him. The second long round of passion had pushed him into another unexpected rest, but he hadn’t been the first to wake up that time.

Liiza’s blushing face expanded in Khan’s vision as soon as he opened his eyes. She was lying on top of him, supporting herself on her elbows while playing with his hair. Her legs also went up and down while she joyfully focused on her task.

“What are you doing with my hair?” Khan asked, feeling the occasional, methodical pull on his head.

“Braids,” Liiza replied, remaining focused on the job. “I always wanted to, but your hair was never long enough back then.”

“Why braids?” Khan chuckled.

“They are customary,” Liiza explained. “Most Niqols wear them.”

“I can’t cut my hair anymore,” Khan guessed, “Can I?”

“No,” Liiza immediately confirmed before smiling brightly and tilting her head. “Done!”

Khan followed Liiza’s glowing gaze, checking the right side of his head. He quickly found the braid among his blue strands and tested it with his fingers until Liiza grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t ruin it,” Liiza pouted.

Khan couldn’t help but smirk at that childish reaction, but his gaze grew more intense. Liiza fell into a daze when spotting that serious expression, and an alluring gasp escaped her mouth when Khan pushed her down, rolling on top of her.

Liiza threw a meaningful look at Khan, biting her lip. She rubbed her leg on his thigh, teasing him, inviting him in, and he didn’t hesitate to dive onto her mouth.

Nevertheless, Khan kept that good-morning kiss short. He was doing better mentally. His body was adjusting to the wild reactions Liiza caused, allowing him to think past the two of them. Khan didn’t forget where he was, what he had done, and the problems bound to follow him.

Khan left a shot kiss on Liiza’s mouth before turning to his right, placing his hand on the metal wall to activate a few menus. His ship had become a ghost in the network, and his phone was connected to it, so no one could contact him. Yet, he needed to know what time it was to adjust his plans.

Surprisingly, more than a day had passed since Khan kidnapped Liiza. The two had a few meaningful conversations, but had spent most of that time in bed, making up for the ten-year gap. Both had inhuman stamina, but reading the exact number still shocked Khan.

Khan glanced down, finding Liiza wearing a similarly surprised expression while checking the clock. She had also lost track of the passage of time, as well as failing to realize how long she had spent clinging to Khan.

“And we haven’t even gone back to the kinky stuff,” Liiza blurted, seemingly calculating something in her mind.

Khan chuckled while checking other details. The ship was still on the right course, and its scanners didn’t pick up anything strange. He could stay in bed a lot longer and couldn’t think of anywhere else where he would rather be.

“Will that kinky stuff happen when I’m asleep as well?” Khan wondered, closing down the menus to refocus on Liiza.

The teasing failed since Liiza had worn her meaningful gaze again, and Khan was powerless against it. He immediately admitted defeat, leaning down to trap Liiza in a kiss again.

The more passionate kiss made Khan relax, giving Liiza the chance to push him down and roll over him. She had been more forceful at that time, showcasing her surprising physical strength, but the crazy look that shone down on Khan told him that something was up.

“Husband,” Liiza called, sitting on Khan’s waist while her fingers tried to dig through his chest.

“Wife?” Khan voiced, his survival instincts ringing some faint alarms.

“Which one of your exes had a big chest?” Liiza asked, chilling jealousy shining in her white eyes. “Actually, how many of them did?”

“Don’t tell me you are still hung up on that,” Khan chuckled, only for an even more chilling smile to broaden in his vision.

“Answer me,” Liiza ordered, faking a calm tone that didn’t trick Khan at all.

“Cora,” Khan revealed.

“Hmph,” Liiza scoffed, diverting her gaze and nodding to herself. “Not Monica. Good.”

“Jenna was quite well-equipped,” Khan added, unable to refrain from teasing Liiza. “But she doesn’t count as an ex, so …”

Liiza’s jealous gaze snapped back on Khan, and the scary smile from before returned on her face. She bit her lip, sliding down to make her waist reach his crotch, tempting him enough to add weight to her following threat.

“You really must not like sex,” Liiza exclaimed.

“I did choose not to do anything with Jenna because of you,” Khan pointed out, straightening his back to sit on the messy mattress and face Liiza. “Bigger chest or not.”

Liiza diverted her gaze again. Her jealousy waned, replaced by a fake, unconvinced expression. She pouted when Khan’s hands reached for her waist, but still refused to look at him.

Khan couldn’t help but smirk, approaching Liiza’s ear to whisper the finishing blow in her language. “[I’ll always choose you].”

Liiza finally turned, scolding Khan with her gaze before pushing on his chest, slamming him back on the mattress. The bed’s metal frame screamed, but neither cared.

“[You’ll say anything to get between my legs],” Liiza said, leaning down while pressing on Khan’s shoulders. “[You are lucky you are cute].”

That nostalgic line intensified whatever Khan was feeling, making him push Liiza down and roll on her again. That time, his aura accompanied the abrupt gesture, and every light in the living quarters flickered for a few seconds.

That surprising interference would scare most people. Even Monica instinctively shook in fear when Khan’s power escaped his control, but Liiza was the exact opposite. Her intense expression showed nothing but profound entrancement, and her breathing grew deeper and louder, conveying her mood.

Liiza’s hands grew colder as they slid toward Khan’s face. She took it and pulled it toward her lips before suddenly pushing Khan down again. The impact was even stronger now, and the bed couldn’t hold it anymore.

The bed’s metal frame finally broke, bending and caving in, turning the mattress from straight to V-shaped. It was still attached to the ship’s walls, but the damage was beyond repair.

Liiza had sensed the bed breaking while climbing on Khan, but the event barely crossed her mind. She didn’t care if the two fell together, but nothing similar happened, which distracted her.

Khan should have fallen, but his body started floating, hovering above the broken bed. Liiza was sitting on him, and her glowing eyes darted left and right with a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

“This is new,” Liiza exclaimed, still studying that strange technique.

“It’s not mana,” Khan explained. “It’s from the ancient horrors you mentioned earlier.”

“I see,” Liiza muttered, focusing on Khan’s body. She felt something inside his flesh, but that power escaped her vast knowledge. It seemed to have a few things in common with the Niqols’ old ways, but was also profoundly different.

Nevertheless, thinking about the old ways reminded Liiza of something she had planned to do earlier, and that was a good time as any. She looked at the floating man under him, unsure how to approach the subject. Lying wasn’t an option, but Khan would never agree if he knew the truth.

“Go clean yourself up,” Liiza casually said. “You stink of sex and me.”

“When has that ever been a problem for us?” Khan frowned, noticing something. “Also, you can always join me.”

“Next time,” Liiza promised, leaning down to leave a quick kiss on Khan’s lips. “Now I need to be alone for a bit.”

Khan looked deep into Liiza’s eyes, knowing she was up to something. Yet, he couldn’t read her fully. He spotted some resolve and pleas, but the truth remained hidden.

Still, even if Liiza had nothing to hide, her request made sense. Khan didn’t leave her alone for a single second after kidnapping her. She had yet to acknowledge her new reality and what she had done to her species, and that couldn’t be an easy task.

“Okay,” Khan nodded, hovering down and straightening his position while supporting Liiza from her lower back. “But you’ll tell me what’s up once I come out.”

“Thank you,” Liiza smiled, leaving another quick kiss on Khan’s lips as soon as her feet touched the floor. “Now go before I jump on you again.”

Khan chuckled at those familiar words but complied, heading to the nearby room to isolate himself in the narrow shower. Meanwhile, Liiza waited until the metal door closed before her gaze turned serious and resolute.

Liiza had yet to receive a tour of the ship, but had seen something when Khan kidnapped her. She left the living quarters, quickly reaching the cargo area. Her glowing eyes browsed the many unfamiliar supplies while calculations happened in her mind.

Ideally, Liiza would need specific materials, but her mastery of mana manipulation could transform most of them into something suitable. The key ones were the problem, but she could replace them with her blood. Blood always solved everything, so she brought her right hand to the left side of her chest before forcefully digging her fingers into her flesh.

Khan wasn’t the type to indulge in long showers, but decided to take his sweet time. He knew Liiza wanted to remain alone, so he only left the small bathroom after twenty minutes, wearing an ordinary tracksuit.

Nevertheless, the thick scent of blood quickly reached Khan’s nostrils. He didn’t find Liiza in his quarters, and his figure immediately disappeared, reappearing in the cargo area where that stench and cold presence originated.

Khan’s eyes widened as he moved even faster, ending up crouched before a sitting figure. Liiza was breathing roughly, surrounded by glowing scarlet symbols on the dark floor that drew a vague circle around her. The scene reminded Khan of his first visit to Zalpa’s cave, but other concerning details claimed his attention.

Various supplies stood inside the vague, glowing circle. Food, ointments, water, and more altered by Liiza’s mana surrounded her, and a cup with a smelly, dark liquid stood right before her.

Meanwhile, Liiza had her right hand stabbed deeply in the left side of her chest, near her shoulder. Her fingers had disappeared inside her, but only a few drops of pale-red blood fell from her injury.

The injury was also abnormal. Liiza’s flesh didn’t tear. It cracked as if made of glass or something similar, creating deep spiderwebs that expanded around her hand.

Khan began to reach for Liiza’s right wrist, only to stop himself. She had stabbed herself too deeply. Abruptly pulling her hand out could cause more damage than not. His helplessness to do anything about the situation opened the path for his confusion, which Liiza didn’t hesitate to address.

“I turned my flesh into ice,” Liiza panted, lifting her tired, half-closed eyes from the cup to smile at Khan. “Making it bleed is always a pain.”

“What have you done?” Khan gasped.

“[Pour some of your blood in the cup],” Liiza said, defaulting to her native language since she was too tired to explain in detail.

Khan could only comply. A red light enveloped his left forefinger before he stabbed it in his right palm, letting his blood fall into the cup. The dark liquid sizzled when those drops merged with it, and smoke even came out, but Khan continued until Liiza moved.

Liiza’s trembling left hand reached for the cup, lifting it to her mouth. Loud gulps resounded in the silent cargo area while she slowly drank the smelly liquid, and a grunt followed when she was done.

The cup fell to the floor, breaking and leaving a fuming stain. Meanwhile, Liiza pulled out her hand from her chest, and the red symbols around her moved, converging toward her body and disappearing inside her.

Liiza closed her eyes, squeezing her eyelids while a strange energy moved inside her cold presence. The cracks and holes near her shoulder closed, and a familiar shape formed in their place. A white version of Khan’s tattoo materialized on her dark-blue skin, and a relieved gasp escaped Liiza’s mouth when she looked at it.

“It’s white,” Liiza weakly laughed. “It’s not red.”

Khan was so confused and worried that he didn’t even realize something was touching his brain. The sensation was too faint to be relevant anyway. Besides, he only wanted answers now.

“[Liiza],” Khan called, his glowing eyes unable to hide his anger. “What the fuck was that?”

Khan was truly livid, but Liiza’s smile only brightened. She brought her bloody hand toward his face, and something shocking unfolded as soon as her fingers touched his cheek.

Khan felt the wet, cold sensations spreading from his cheek, but also sensed a comforting warmth invading fingers that didn’t belong to him. Then, a tinge of happiness invaded his brain, coming from the same foreign source.

“Can you feel it?” Liiza asked, her breath slowly stabilizing. “Can you feel me?”

Khan began to understand. He took the hand on his cheek, and the same strange event played again. Khan sensed Liiza’s cold but also felt his warmth spreading inside her.

“Our minds are connected now,” Liiza explained in a sweet, loving tone, slightly lifting her left shoulder to highlight her new mark. “And we match.”

Khan didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t even started absorbing the news. He could only look at Liiza’s smile, who fought against her exhaustion to speak another line.

“As long as we exist,” Liiza announced, “You’ll feel me, and I’ll feel you. I told you. You’ll never be alone ever again.”