The Crown's Fire - Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Tempting Offer**
“It’s my mother’s journal. It contains all the spells involving demons,” Ezekiel explained. “Keep it for now and see if there’s anything useful while I finalize plans for my attack on Devon’s lair. Use whatever you need, Tarah.”

“I’ve been wanting to ask you more about yourself, Tarah. I’ve wondered if that’s even your real name,” Ezekiel continued, his tone serious. “But I don’t want to risk the safety of whoever Devon bound with that Tophet Bloodchain Spell to you. The journal clearly warns against compromising the demon’s identity who cast the spell, and it has a broad scope. It all makes sense now why you’ve been guarded about your past and reluctant to answer certain questions.”

“T-Thank you,” Tarah murmured, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude. She set everything aside and hurriedly moved to embrace Ezekiel. She didn’t know how to express her appreciation for everything he had done and was doing. Just as her vision had shown, he was truly the key… her only hope…

“Thank you,” she repeated softly, her voice muffled against his chest as she held him tightly. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you for everything…” she trailed off.

Ezekiel chuckled warmly and replied, “All I need is you, Tarah. If you truly want to repay me, then simply stay by my side, no matter what. Don’t leave me…”

Tarah genuinely hoped for that possibility. Could a miracle be within reach? Could the heavens show mercy and allow her to remain with Ezekiel after they had overcome these obstacles in their lives? Was it too much to hope for such a future?

Lifting her head, she met Ezekiel’s gaze. This time, she gently cupped his face, pulling him closer to kiss his lips.

She released his lips and rested her forehead against his, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over her. “I want to stay by your side, no matter what, Kiel… If I could, I would do just that and be with you in this lifetime,” she confessed, her voice filled with longing.

“And you will do just that, Tarah. Once everything is settled, I would love to learn more about you and meet all the people you care for,” Ezekiel responded, his tone filled with sincerity. Tarah simply nodded, a smile spreading across her face.

As Tarah began to shift, intending to stand up, Ezekiel wrapped his arms around her waist possessively, preventing her from moving. “I want to cuddle you like this for a while longer,” he murmured, burying his face against her chest. “Your scent is like my safe haven, so relaxing and comforting,” he confessed softly.

“Let’s stay like this a bit longer,” he added with a contented sigh.

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In the Kingdom of Helion

Sibil’s lips stretched into a sly smile as he carefully practiced the ancient rituals detailed in the Book of The Dragons. The idea of extracting the soul and power of a dragon seemed almost unbelievable. He had already prepared the chamber, and the setup was nearly complete.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his right arm, causing him to wince. As Devon had warned, the pain was excruciating whenever he used it, but he forced himself to endure. What mattered was that he still had another arm, rather than none at all.

“That damn Prince. I will definitely end your life and cut your body into pieces after extracting Vulcan’s power inside of you!” he grunted.

“Is this where you’ll perform the extraction of the dragon’s power?” Marla remarked, her expression sour. Sibil chuckled, knowing exactly why Marla was sulking.

“Are you here to strike a bargain with me? You know well that bargaining won’t change a thing, especially when my life is on the line. King Devon could dispose of me in an instant if I fail to extract the dragon’s power. I suppose you’ll just have to accept that the Seer, favored by the king, will soon be your queen as well. We both know how King Devon is so obsessed with her,” Sibil pointed out with a mocking grin.

Marla approached him with a seductive smile, slowly undressing herself before him. She murmured, “You’re right. Your life will be in danger if you fail to extract the dragon’s power. But didn’t it cross your mind to keep the dragon’s power all for yourself instead?”

Sibil’s gaze lingered on Marla’s naked form as she approached him. He couldn’t help but smirk as her touch electrified his already hardened shaft. Marla possessed an allure that few could resist, yet Sibil’s desires were divided. While he found himself drawn to her, his thoughts often strayed to the Seer, whose also enchantment over their king Devon was undeniable.

‘After all,’ Sibil mused, ‘the Seer wouldn’t hold the esteemed position of Devon’s favorite mistress if she lacked the ethereal allure and seductive charm that could ensnare any man.’

Marla’s tongue traced his earlobe as she whispered, “I’m certain there’s a way to transfer the dragon’s power to yourself instead of our King. Imagine having the dragon’s power all to yourself, Sibil. What do you think?”

She touched and gently caressed his hardness. “F**k!” Sibil hissed, his desire ignited by Marla’s words and her tempting offer. He swiftly turned her around, pressing her against the wall with a sense of urgency. With his trousers removed, he entered her with a primal need.

Marla’s moan mixed with her whispered plea, her voice urgent. “Sibil, think about it. We can find a way. I won’t stand for that wench to ascend to the throne, and that’s exactly what will happen if Devon can lay his hands on that dragon power! If it’s in you, imagine the freedom. You could break away from Devon’s control and finally live life on your own terms.”

“I’ll think about it, Marla,” he rasped, his breath hitching with each deep thrust. “But your performance will be crucial,” he groaned, his movements becoming more frantic as he picked up speed, driving himself deeper and harder into her.

“You’re such an asshole!” Marla hissed irritably, her words laced with both frustration and arousal. As he bent down, his touch trailed over her breasts, his hands skillfully teasing and pinching her erect nipples, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and exasperation from her.

“And you’re a whore, Marla. But don’t worry, I’m already considering your suggestion,” he muttered. The least he could do was try it; after all, he was nearing his limit of being Devon’s lackey. He craved more power, too.