The Refuge of Fate

Chapter 29 - Cigarette

A/N: Mature content ahead. Reader discretion is advised.

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Slam!

"Haah..." Silas sighed as he wiped the water that spilled on the corner of his lips. The glass now half empty.

"M-My love..." He stiffened when he heard a needy voice ask from a distance.

"My love... come back... please..." Fenrir begged as he leaned on the doorframe but the young king remained unmoving.

He inhaled deep and closed his eyes for a second.

'How long have we been here?' he asked himself while trying to track the days that have passed inside the void of the Vampire King.

The key word was 'trying' as no matter how much he tried to answer the question, there was no guarantee.

The first thing one would look at was how much day and night had gone through the skies but it was unavailable in the place they were currently at. The vampire's void was engulfed in darkness and no sun gave light to anything.

Second would be clocks hanging in every house but it was impossible here, too.

Voids are spaces available for every sovereign and any being powerful enough to reach the level of the strongest. Inside the void, time is distorted and it depends on the owner of the void.

When Silas gave his blessings to the People of Magic, he ensured that the time inside his void follows the time of the current world.

But right now...

He took a glance at Fenrir and saw the man was standing there; looking at him desperately.

'I can't talk to him about anything else.' He huffed and pushed his hair back.

The moment they started having sex, every passing hour made the Vampire King more eager until it reached the point his eyes were glowing golden without any hints of it dying down anytime soon.

Silas grabbed the glass with the remaining water once more and drank its contents until it was empty.

He took a glance at the mirror that was attached to the sink's cabinet and inspected himself.

His white hair was disheveled. There were so many marks on his neck and despite not seeing his lower body, he knew there would be marks there too.

His lips were slightly swollen from all the kissing and there were bite marks on his ears.

"This is what I was concerned about when we still did not do it," he murmured and closed his eyes for a short moment.

The Vampire King's vigor was still raging and his stamina seems to know no bound.

If they were in the real world right now, Ciaran might have a few more hours to go before he finally lets Silas off the hook and go to sleep.

But...

Silas opened his eyes and looked at Fenrir through the mirror.

A man with black hair and a devilishly handsome face had his lips downturned while looking at him. Constant sounds of whining and growling could be heard as he impatiently tapped his foot on the floor.

His bare and naked body was fully exposed in the reflection.

He had glowing golden eyes – a sign that he was excited and probably in the same condition where he needed to have sex with his lover or else, he would lose his mind.

That was the problem here.

'Only a blood moon is present inside Fenrir's void. If his state of being in this condition is based on the real world's moon then I don't know how long this will last.' Silas had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.