The Way of a Demon Lord

Chapter 152: The Witch (5) *

Chapter 152: The Witch (5) *

One more witchy chapter and we go back to Adrian.

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The Darkheart Household.

A carriage with a dark uniwolf mark entered through the main gates. It trailed along the clear paths until it finally came to a stop just before the residence of the Duchess, Emilia Darkheart.

The middle aged coachman dropped down from his seat and opened the carriage door.

Two extravagant and gorgeous silvery blue heels touched the hard ground. A beautiful woman who looked as if she were in her early thirties stepped out of the carriage. Her silver slitted dress fluttered with the wind, exposing her long and smooth legs.

Her eyes which matched that of her dress, silver and appealing, darted around- scanning through the structure ahead. Her glossed lips stretched to a smile.

She gracefully walked into the residence.

“Greetings, your highness.” The beautiful maid, Rhea welcomed.

“Where’s sis?” The silver eyed woman asked. Her eyes darted around the exotically decorated hall.

“She is in her room. She has been expecting you.” The young woman bowed and gave her way.

The smile on the woman’s face grew wider. She gave the maid one last glance before climbing up the stairs.

In no time, she was standing before a door.

*Knock. Knock* 

“Come in.” A beautiful but stern voice sounded from inside.

*Click*

She pushed the door open and set foot on into the room. 

*Click*

The door closed behind. But her eyes were locked straight ahead.

A lady with otherworldly beauty was sitting on the edge the bed, cross legged, looking straight into her eyes. She was wearing a black front-slitted dress which was revealing both of her angelic lower limbs.

“How have you been, sis?” The woman ambled forward, closing the gap with the other woman. The smile on her face had yet to go away.

“You know why I called you. Don’t you, Emma?” But Emilia’s voice was devoid of any happiness.

“He left, didn’t he?” The newcomer pushed the shoulders of her dress off. 

The silky silver dress easily slid off her smooth skin, gently falling to the ground. Now, all she had on were silvery white bras and panties of the same colour.

“Yes.” Emilia sighed. She uncrossed her smooth white legs.

Emma knelt beside her elder sister’s legs. She began to pull down the black panties Emilia was wearing. “But didn’t you say you will not let him go once he comes back from the Academy?”

Emilia lifted up her feet a bit, letting her little sister completely remove the black piece of cloth. “That was the plan.” She sighed again. “But that brat- he has become too cunning.” She open up her divine looking legs, completely exposing her perfect pink cunt.

Emma positioned herself between those crystalline limbs. “How so?” She did not even look at her sister’s face before bringing out her tongue and giving Emilia’s vulva a lick.

Emilia collected all of her sister’s stray hairs and held all of them together. “He played dirty. In the end, I lost.” She sighed. “I was forced to send him away by myself.”

Emma suddenly moved her head away from Emilia’s opening and craned her neck up. “You lost?” She knitted her brows.

“Yes.” Emilia forced a smile. “He made moves so overwhelming that… I was left with no choice.”

A mischievous smile appeared on Emma’s face. “No wonder you are so wet today.” One of her hands reached her labia and began to gently rub it. “How far has he gone?” Two of her fingers penetrated into her sister’s vagina. She arched forward again and began to nibble her clitoris.

“Ah…” A soft moan escaped Emilia’s lips. “He… he fingered me to a climax.”

The younger sister’s free hand sneaked into her panties and began to play with her already wet genital.

“That’s not fair.” She took back her head again, but her fingers were still busy stroking. “You said you wouldn’t let me taste him.” She scowled. “And you even let him play with your pussy.”

“You bitch!” Emilia pulled her sister’s hair hard. “So what if he played with my cunt? He is my son. And besides, I wouldn’t let him fuck you anyway.” She knitted her brows. “You are a slut who even lost the count of dicks you have taken in.”

“Yes… Ah… punish me.” Emma’s face was flushed. The fingers that were inside her vagina and the ones that were inside that of Emilia’s- both began to move faster. Her whole body was shivering from the pleasure and pain coursing through her body.

“But you are a lucky one aren’t you?” A smile appeared on Emilia’s red face. “After all, you are my very first bitch.”

“Ye… YES!”

*Squirt*

“Aaaahmmmh…” Her juices drenched the white panties she was wearing. She began to pant heavily as sweat trickled down her smooth skin. But her eyes were still filled with ‘thirst’.

Emilia, on the other hand, was composed. The red cheeks were all she had and the slight moans were all she gave out. “Tsk.” She clicked her tongue.

She tugged the hair of her sister again, getting their silver eyes to meet. “I don’t care what you take in with that loose pussy of yours, but your mouth is still clean, right?”

“Yes!” Emma declared. “My mouth is for you, and you only.” 

She got her hand out of her underwear and sprang up, forcing her lips on her sister’s. Emilia did not resist; that was the plan anyway.

Emma’s one hand was still on her sister’s crotch while her other arm wrapped around Emilia’s neck. She invaded her elder sister’s mouth with her tongue.

Both of their tongues swirled around each other, making clicking sounds while Emma kept thrusting her fingers into Emilia’s opening.

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Their lips separated. She brought out her fingers.

“Sister, it felt weird… but so good.” The thirteen year Emma put her clothes back on. Her cheeks were red while her eyes betrayed excitement.

The fifteen year old Emilia pulled her panties back up. “Good that I ran into them. Maybe I should give those two a reward.” She smirked.

Emma’s face suddenly fell down, remembering something. “Sister.” Her eyes almost teared up as she looked at Emilia. “I heard that you will be going away soon.”

Emilia turned Northwards, her eyes pierced through the walls and the horizon.

“Yes.” She said. “I requested grandpa to send me to the Academy. I don’t want to be chained down to this country.”

Another year passed.

Emilia was a tier 5 talent that graced the Confederation every ten years and she was talented in fields like magic and combat as well. She was one of the best the Academy had ever accepted. Hence, the institution looked after and did not hold anything back grooming her.

“You want me to be your apprentice?” Emilia smirked, looking at the young instructor in front of her. “I will accept… if you accept to become my slave that is.”

She said this only to drive the woman away. But contrary to her expectations-

“Yes,” was the woman’s answer.

Emilia’s eyes and mouth opened agape for a moment. But soon, her open mouth turned into a grin.

That very same year, ‘The Hunt’ took place and Emilia Storm became the first student in the history of the Academy to participate in it as a first year.

Many of the instructors were not sure what the principal and his apprentice Rastia Bell was thinking. They were just sending such a godly talent to her death.

A month passed. Everyone waited and the time had come for the students to exit.

The survival rate was higher than the previous Hunt. More importantly, and surprisingly- Emilia Darkheart, the tier 5 talent was among the survivors- though her conditions were not the best.

That day, Emilia submitted thirty one name plates to the Academy- twenty three belonging to a level 2, seven harvested from level 3s and the final one was won from a level 4.

The results sent waves throughout the whole Confederation- no, all of Ervila. Everyone heard of the new upcoming hero of the Confederation- a level 2 who killed a level 4, an institute student at that. Furthermore, she was already deemed the most beautiful woman in the Confederation overshadowing the Queen of Northguard.

And the Empire put her on blacklist; she must die before she could bud.

But Emilia did not celebrate anything. She kept doing what she had been doing since her arrival at the Academy- training like a maniac. She never wanted to lose again; she never wanted to forced down to the ground by a man again. Most of all, nobody who would stand in her path away will leave unscathed again.

Three years passed. A war started between the Confederation and the Empire. The Academy students, as the reserved forces were dispatched to the war front. Emilia, against the suggestions of the Academy and her family, joined the expedition.

She fought many battles- large and small, winning and losing. But no matter the case, her fame- in case of the Confederation and infamy- in case of the Empire kept increasing and increasing. Once, she also turned the tide of a battle with her cunning and skills- making her receive a Royal Medal from the Greatwoods and turning her into a war hero.

By the time she graduated from the Academy, she was nineteen.

Her age of marriage according to the Darkshoric traditions were not even a year away.

And this time, her beauty tensed the relationship between Nemphis and Darkshore. The King of Nemphis- wanted her, and he had the support of his family. But the Storms- the Royals of Darkshore- would not let such a talent be taken by another Kingdom.

A war was about to start.

But this time, she had no signs of guilt or hate on her face. All there was- was a smile.

“Looks like a show is about to begin.”