Split of the Worlds

Chapter 5.1

!!Trigger warning!!
Since "sexual content" seems to be more disturbing than violence...
Be aware: Sexual content.

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In his dreams, he took her directly in the sand of the arena. When he had subdued her, he tore off her armor, under which she squirmed naked, and pressed her body into the yielding ground.

In his dreams, she pressed herself against him. Arched her back to offer him her breasts. Willingly opened her legs for him.

In his dreams, she moaned lustfully as soon as he sank himself into her. Took him deep inside her, thrusting her hips towards him.

In his dreams, she looked at him as if he was the only thing that mattered to her.

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N'Arahn woke up gasping. His bed was rumpled; he had slept very restlessly. These dreams confused him, sapped his strength and yet filled him with energy and intensity. They had started since he had held Veidja in the sunlight. They triggered conflicting sensations, feelings that he could not explain. That were unwelcome.

Haven't you left that part behind? Sex as a tool, if you must, yes. But desire?

The last time he had allowed himself to desire someone had ended badly for him. After that, he had denied himself such feelings, which hadn't been difficult for him. All his will, all his energy had gone into the fight. On the rare occasions when he used his body differently, he had controlled his senses completely. Just a tool, just a currency. No passion.

And now these dreams. Make them come true. Subdue the angel. N'Arahn snorted. No. He wanted to make the angel fall. If he proceeded too roughly, he risked breaking her. Then she would be completely useless and his plan would be ashes and dust. So what? What do you care? Nobody knows your plan. She's yours, use her as you wish. Fulfill your dream. The dream... Was that what he wanted?

Enough! It was the wrong time.

The demonlord wiped his eyes with one hand, as if he could dispel this strange turmoil inside him with it. He really didn't need any confusion today.

Having Tazeel as one guest among many was grueling enough. But if the seducer could focus all his attention on one person... N'Arahn sighed.

His body still vibrated from the intensity of the images that made his sleep so unrestful.

This angel brought more problems than benefits.

The demonlord shook off the sheet. His private quarters were a pleasant size, not too spacious, but certainly not cramped. He had everything he needed, no more and no less. His gaze wandered over the familiar objects: a massive wardrobe, next to it the armor rack. On the other side of the bed was a shelf with his personal library and the accompanying armchair, which was getting a little worn, for more comfortable times. The crystals on the shelf reflected, sometimes dull, sometimes flashing, the light of the lava rivulets which also provided a pleasant temperature. Two doors led out of his bedroom and living room.

There was something reassuring about the fact that nothing had changed here. Otherwise, that was probably it for the boredom he had cursed so recently. N'Arahn laughed quietly to himself.

What sight had she been used to?

Pull yourself together.

N'Arahn stood up and stretched. In a few steps, he had reached the door to his bath, where a pool of well-tempered water was already waiting for him. He slid in, enjoying the gentle caress on his skin.