SYSTEM NOTIFICATION
[ESSENCE LINK: Mara & Clara —ELIGIBLE]
Would you like to form a Dual Link?
[YES] / [NO]
Caelen's eyes narrowed as he exhaled slowly, his tone calm but cold.
Caelen says
"No."
SYSTEM:
Link request — dismissed.
[Dual Link: Denied]
A faint beep echoed. The glowing interface faded.
Caelen leaned back on the wall, shadows licking the edge of his smirk.
"Not every touch needs a chain."
Present Day — In the Cell
The woman's lips stretched wide as she took Caelen's thick cock deep into her throat, her eyes watering with the effort. She gagged, strings of saliva dripping down her chin as she pulled back, gasping for air. A wicked smile played on her lips as she stroked his shaft, her hand gliding effortlessly along the hard, veined flesh. Behind her, the man gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he slammed his own cock into her dripping pussy. Her moans echoed off the stone walls, a symphony of pleasure and desperation.
Caelen's breath hitched as he felt his release building, his balls tightening with the impending explosion. "I'm about to cum," he growled, his voice rough with need.
The woman's cries grew louder, her body trembling as the man behind her pistoned his hips, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy. Caelen's fingers tangled in the woman's hair, guiding her movements as she sucked him with renewed fervor. Her tongue swirled around his sensitive tip, the sensation driving him wild.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Caelen roared, his hips jerking as he spilled his hot seed into the woman's eager mouth. She moaned around his length, swallowing every drop, her throat working to accommodate his pulsing cock. Behind her, the man groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he emptied his own load into her quivering pussy.
The woman pulled back, a string of cum and saliva connecting her lips to Caelen's spent dick. She licked her lips, savoring the taste,she pulled back and stood up, her breath still heavy. She exchanged a knowing smile with the man behind her, then bent to pick up her clothes. The man followed suit, grabbing his garments from the floor.
He glanced back at Caelen, his eyes cold with contempt.
"Don't get cocky just because you've tasted a moment of paradise," he sneered.
Then he drove his foot into Caelen's gut.
Caelen gasped, pain ripping through him as he curled up, naked and weak. The two laughed as they walked out of the cell, clothes in hand, the door locking behind them with a sharp clang.
The sound of their laughter echoed down the corridor, a bitter chorus that faded with their steps.
Silence.
Then, a voice—soft, sultry, loyal—rang in his mind.
"My lord… the king has left the palace."
Caelen opened his eyes slowly, blood still on his lip. A twisted smirk began to form.
"Reina… thank you for the information. You've served well," he replied in his mind.
"Anything for you, my lord," she said sweetly. "So… what now?"
Caelen forced himself upright, every vein burning with purpose. "Now… it's playtime. I've gathered all the experiences, all the power I need. No more pretending." His smirk widened. "The mask drops here."
"I'll be waiting… my devil."
Caelen said nothing, his mind drifting to the memory of their first connection.
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Flashback – A Day After Imprisonment
The cell door creaked open, and Reina rushed in, tears welling up in her eyes. She dropped to her knees, hugging him tightly, burying his head between her soft, milky breasts. "My lord! Why are they doing this to you?"
Caelen chuckled weakly. "It's fine, Reina. I let it happen."
"What?! But Lady Lyra—she spiked the tea!"
"I knew," Caelen said with a grin. "I drank it on purpose. I wanted to be here."
Reina blinked, confused and trembling. "But you look so broken…"
"I told Ryan not to interfere. And you must do the same."
"Who's Ryan?"
"I'll introduce you someday."
She pouted, then pushed her chest forward, offering herself. "Then let me stay and please you—"
"No," Caelen cut in. "You'll be more useful another way. Not as a lover… but as my eyes."
Her face flushed red. "Y-Your eyes?"
"Yes. Be my spy. Watch everything. Hear everything. Report everything."
She hugged him tighter, breasts squashing against his face again. "Yes! Your first order—I'll carry it out perfectly, my devil!"
Caelen coughed as he pushed her off, then smirked. "Good. Now go… and be the devil's eyes."
His eyes glowed green like a beast in the dark.
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Present Day
Chains rattled as Caelen stood, shadowed in the dim cell.
He stretched his neck slowly. "Time to move."
The chain around his neck glowed a sickly green—crrrack!—and shattered into dust. It fell like glowing embers to the stone floor.
Caelen walked over, picked up his torn robe, slipping into it piece by piece. He moved like a spirit, controlled… deadly.
His hand touched the locked door. "Heal."
The keyhole burst into green light. Fssh! Metal melted into dust, the door creaking open like it feared him.
He stepped out, eyes glowing softly. The torchlight flickered like it bowed to his presence.
He looked ahead, a grin forming on his face.
"They thought they chained a man," he muttered darkly, "but what they shackled was a storm…"
He turned toward the hallway. "Now… the heavens will see what a devil reborn looks like."
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The Royal Hall
BWAAAAHHHH!
The alarm wailed through the palace. Red light spun through the corridors. Panic.
Lady Lyra stood on the elevated platform, flanked by two maids. Fredrick, in gleaming armor, knelt before her, his sword resting on his thigh.
"My lady!" he bellowed. "Caelen has escaped!"
Lyra's face twisted in shock. "What?! Find him! Search every corridor—he can't be far!"
Guards scattered like ants.
Fredrick cleared his throat. "My lady… there's something I must tell you. In private. It concerns what Caelen said."
She hesitated. "Fine. Come."
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Lyra's Room
The door creaked open. A lavish room with velvet drapes and diamond chandeliers. A room fit for royalty.
Lyra walked in, her hips swaying. Her maids followed closely.
She turned and smirked. "You should be honored, Fredrick. Not many men get to see this room."
Fredrick smiled. "I agree…"
His hand flicked to his blade.
"…Rose Dance."
FWOOOSH!
Like a blur of wind and steel, he vanished.
Blood splattered the room. THUD—THUD!
The maids' heads fell, rolling onto the carpet. Their eyes frozen in shock.
Lyra gasped in horror. "WHAT—?!"
Fredrick grabbed her by the mouth and threw her across the room. CRASH! She slammed into a polished desk.
She coughed, crawling back in pain. "W-What… what are you doing… Fredrick?!"
He walked forward, smile curling like a demon.
"Fredrick?" he laughed. "Oh no… I think there's been a mix-up."
He raised his hand. "Heal."
Green light surged. His face morphed, melting like wax, reshaping—until Caelen stood before her, hair falling over his glowing eyes.
"Surprise," he said cheerfully. "Ta-da."
Lyra's lips trembled. "No… that's not possible! Fredrick… if you're here then where is—"
Caelen shrugged. "Probably having fun in his own little paradise. Courtesy of me."
She backed away, panic rising. He stepped forward like a predator playing with his food.
He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up. She screamed in pain.
"What do you want from me?!"
Caelen leaned close, his breath cold as frost.
"I want to play a game."
Her eyes widened. "A g-game?"
"Yes," he whispered, his voice low and cruel. "A game of pain, power… and payback."
His fingers lit up with green energy as her body trembled.
"Now…" he grinned. "How would you like to play with the devil?"
Her scream echoed in the room—raw, terrified—as the door slammed shut behind them.