Ignite Asselina

Chapter 3: Behind The Mask

As Kovu reached home, he placed his keys in the bowl by the coat rack. A voice, smooth as silk, emerged from the darkness.

"I'd thought you'd never make it," Serafina whined in a sexy tone, cross-legged on his favorite green sofa. Her sultry eyes met with his lust-filled ones.

By the time Kovu got to Serafina his arms on either side of her were wearing a flirty smile. "Here I am" He taunted as he noticed her chests rising and falling from sexual anticipation. She allowed her hands to glide down his slacks and he growled and pushed her further into the chair by her throat. He felt the rumble of her dark chuckle. His leg between hers not giving her a choice but to spread them. He used his leg to rub her, and her thighs instinctually wrapped around his leg. Her moans added to his growing hardness.

"Please" Serafina begged, the corner of his mouth twitched, resisting a smile. The banging from next door was urging Kovu but he continued to tease her neck. Leaving a trail of nibbles up and down her neck, her back arching. The loud noises only continued, and he stepped away. With a groan, Serafina dropped back onto the couch, her pussy aching.

Kovu went to the neighbors and knocked on the door when it swung open. The women's face was marked, Kovu gave the man a stare refusing to interfere. But it gave the man all he needed to know. That didn't stop him, he went chest to chest with Kovu swung and Kovu slipped. When he turned back, he gave him a hook to his ribs. The man clutched his side and motioned for her to come his way, she did. Her eyes went to the ground with her head down.

Kovu led the woman into the apartment, Serafina's dress shirt partially unbuttoned. Shooting an irritated glance her way to convey respect, Serafina's eyes remained fixed on both of them. Kovu, approaching Serafina, kissed her forehead and whispered with a stern tone, "Be a good girl for daddy," while the unfamiliar woman observed the scene.

The camp lay under a moonlit sky, shrouded in an otherworldly quiet that seemed to intensify Nikolai's mysterious aura. As he strolled through the grounds, the surrounding trees cast long, ominous shadows, creating an eerie backdrop for the unfolding scene.
A group of guys, their faces half-concealed in the shadows, exchanged mocking remarks about Nikolai. Their voices carried through the night air, punctuating the stillness. "Who does that guy think he is?" one scoffed, while another added, "A wannabe, what a bitch." The darkness veiled their faces, but their insecure facades were thinly disguised.

Nikolai, seemingly unaffected, heard every word with a knowing smile. His eyes, reflecting the glint of moonlight, betrayed an understanding that transcended the mere mortal. Unbeknownst to the scoffers, they were unknowingly dancing on the edges of a supernatural realm.

Jace, puzzled by Nikolai's enigmatic demeanor, confronted him with a barrage of questions. "Why the fuck are you smiling?" he interrogated, his voice laced with irritation.

Nikolai, however, remained unperturbed, responding with an air of nonchalance, "Why not?" His gaze pierced through the shadows, locking onto Jace's eyes. In a surreal twist, Nikolai chuckled softly, his voice carrying an arcane resonance. Under his breath, he uttered the word

'Tormentum' (Torment). Suddenly, as if the very air had become charged with an ancient power, Jace's friend clutched his wrist in agony. The sound of bones snapping echoed through the night, and a pained whine escaped him. He crumpled to the ground, crouching in pain, while the camp's surroundings seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.

Nikolai, wearing a satisfied smirk, stepped over the writhing figure and walked away. The supporting characters, once scoffers in the shadows, now found themselves plunged into a world where the line between reality and the supernatural had blurred, leaving them awestruck and terrified in the mystical ambiance of the campgrounds.