The sun's rays peered through the windows waking Jarren who wore his confident smug like a trophy while Elyria had dark circles under her eyes. Through out the night every single time she would escape his grasp, she would find another way of teasing her.
"Good morning mother, I hope your slept well." It felt like a sharp ridicule however instead of rage, she was completely spent. "Good morning my darling, I wish that I could accompany you on your way out but I'm too exhausted." Her tone faint as she sunk into the silken sheets.
"I'm so sorry to hear that mother, if only I didn't have school then I would have dedicated my time into taking good care of you." He wriggled closer to her, his arms wrapping around her waist. "I know what you're trying to do Jarren, I'm your mother after all!"
Fed up with his games she shot up. Jarren merely smiled through it, his chin resting on her shoulder akin to a puppy looking at it's owner with eyes of sympathy. "I didn't know that I made you so uncomfortable mother but..." His words became whispers she could no longer hear, his hands growing bolder.
Trailing across her womb, the came to a stop at her ass before taking a satisfactory grip. Her face darkened with disgust as she scrambled to her feet. "That's it! I want you to leave me, now!" Never in her life had she ever raised her voice in such a manner. Satisfied, he got off the bed before making his way to her once more.
"Don't you think you should give me a good luck kiss." Shameless as ever he went on. Their faces were close to each other, any closer and one would think that they were lovers. "Chuu~~" The kiss he wished for came but way too unceremoniously and quickly. "There, now leave."
Jarren to her surprise landed a kiss to her cheek, slow and laced with intent as he ran his tongue lightly across her cheek till coming to her ear where he took a light nibble. "I'll make you mine, mother and you'll enjoy every game I play with you." Her body shivered but never once pulled away from his figure to which he took his leave.
Making his way to his room, he saw Clomere who waited for his presence. He took a quick shower before donning his uniform. A black blazer with golden edges alongside black pants. Coupled with his regal face, it made him look more calm and composed, someone far older to be wearing such attire.
"My master, Lord Thalen left much earlier, wishing you good luck with your studies." Jarren remained aloof as he adjusted his wrists to the blazer at the mirror. "It's been a pleasure having you as company Clomere and take good care of of my mother."
His voice calm as ever as the two made their way to the front courtyard where his carriage waited for him. Without warning, he dove in for a kiss landing on her cheek before boarding the carriage. Her face doused in color shyed away as she clumsily bud him goodbye which he reciprocated.
His eyes then landed towards his mother's room who watched the whole thing unfold, her face torn between contempt and revelation. She turned away however she still watched the carriage drive away before her attention landed back to Clomere who went back inside.
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The journey was uneventful across the vast plains of wheat where he saw all kinds of slaves worked to death. Empathy was something he lacked as he watched them being whipped by a cruel taskmaster who barked orders, urging them to work harder. His driver never spoke once and that was how he preferred it.
The scenery shifted from beige brown expanses to lushious green canopy carpets. Stories of robbery were common in such places, how nobles or travelers would be ambushed by rogue demons, bandits or waves of mindless goblins and other such creatures.
The glyph in his hand twirled circles, turned in ways unknown to those of the world and bent in ways that insulted logic and reality. The carriage started to slow down before coming to a halt, the path obstructed with a log that seemed way too fresh to be natural.
The coachman who was about to take a closer look was startled seeing the carriage shadow conform to build a starry horror in a humanoid shape. It's horns standing out as it made it's way to the log and with a single hand lifted the tree, throwing it several feet off the path.
Rather than heading back, it stood as if it's controls were lost facing a specific direction before vanishing. The coachman who was about to keep on going with the journey halted the horses as the sounds of bones cracked right in front of him.
A figure, burly of frame had his head shattered into countless pieces. Grey matter and blood spilling all over as shock overwrote his face. A small cloud of dust formed and peering into it two figures came to light. The shadow in it's hand held another assassin who wriggled , trying to escape it's grasp only to fail.
The shadow made it's way towards the carriage and threw the body in the carriage like a dog returning a trophy to it's master. It hopped in and before the coachman could process what had happened, Jarren's voice echoed, sharp and cold. "Move on." With silent fear, the horses went on with their journey.
Inside the carriage, the assassin's face and cover was lowered by Jarren's to reveal the same lady who had claimed his life ay the brothel, her face showing shock and worry as the shadow next to her while Jarren sat opposite to her.
"We meet again though not in the circumstance you had hoped I take it." His smile agitating her. With a swift motion, she embedded a dagger in his right eye but he didn't fall, merely watch her effort. "What the-?!" Her mind couldn't make sense of how Jarren remained unfazed.
Her mind felt something amiss not with the shadow or Jarren but with her own body and looking down, she realized that from her knees down, her legs were gone. The pain took a minute before her brain realized it, her face in disbelief before her screams followed.
The cries for help unable to pass through the walls of the carriage that crept closer to a city at the distance. Without much effort, he removed the dagger out of his eye and clutched onto it, his eye healing in an instant with his next blink. The blood that trickled down his shirt without reason disappeared leaving him spotless.
"Now this is where I'd try to torture you and get the answers I need but as a benevolent person, I'll ask one simple think from you. Something you can execute without trouble." Her mind was preoccupied with her legs, her femurs stuck out along with her flesh.
Blood flowing endlessly and yet he remained calm as his shadow started to cover the floor drinking her blood. With a harsh throw, she found herself locked between his legs as he reached for his pants and pulled them down to reveal his shaft.
It's size remarkable as it twitched to life. "You see I tried to use my mother but she didn't budge, I guess you'll do." Holding her face, she brought his cock closer to her face however her mouth remained shut. Without wasting a minute, the dagger's serrated edge ran across her lips cleanly cutting her lips.
Her eyes broke into tears at the excruciating pain that coursed through her. She wanted to death's cold embrace and yet it seemed to never come. With a hard pull, she ripped her upper lip exposing her teeth and gums which bled from the cut. "Please make it worth my while."
His sadistic smile ever growing as her nose got a waft of his cock. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to kill herself with her malcore but he refrained her from doing so. Her hands moved on their own and gently held his cock, her head inched closer and sticking out her tongue caressed the underside of his cock.
His dick was coated in blood, tears and saliva but he didn't seem bothered at the slightest, revelling at her misery. The image was jarring, seeing her without her upper lip and bleeding with no end in sight, most men would have reconsidered and yet he went on regardless.
To her horror, he held her hair jerking his shaft down her throat. She wanted to gag but he didn't let her as he shifted his dick inside her mouth as if trying out a glove. It slid in with no hesitation before he pulled back. "Hah!" Her greedy gasps for air were intercepted with another jab of his cock.
He didn't care what she felt, his smile ever present grew to haunt her as his shaft went deep inside her mouth and threatening to go down her throat. As much as she wanted to bite down, her body was no longer hers to control as he used it to his content.
He increased his thrusts, using her like a fleshlight as the sounds of whimpers and moans echoed through the carriage, music to his ears as his cock was now covered with saliva and blood. Her mouth full as her eyes rolled back, clearly ready to pass out from asphyxiation.
Her jaws were in extreme agony making her momentarily forget about her legs and her upper lip. The sensation of his shaft venturing deep inside her mouth was thrilling, as she used her hands to pander his balls. It was purgatory for her, making her wish that she hadn't taken such a job.
She recalled her briefings. "Target is Jarren Velros, some spoilt noble's son with no talent for malcore or knighthood, easy to kill." It was meant to be quick and considered it done the night she slit his throat but now, this was way out of her expectations.
Her comrade to her was whisked away by a shadow and before she could move, she was greeted with the spilt contents of her friends' head. "Don't worry, I'm just about done." His calm voice made her eyes twitch with fury. 'What is he?! A puppeteer or an elementalist? He also has control over my body so he has to be a phrenomancer but wasn't he supposed to be some brat?!'
Her mind couldn't wrap it all together. The more she thought about it, the less sense it all made. With a final plunge down her throat, he released his milky seeds into her mouth.
With how deep, she was forced to swallow them all much to her disgust. Throwing her to the side, his cock fell limp drenched in cum and blood.
"I won't be needing anything else from you." The shadow that remained aloof melted like ice as it slowly covered the entire carriage. She could feel an otherworldly coldness invade her being as the scene around her shifted. No longer was it the carriage but the emptiness of space before a demon appeared.
His shadow looked at her being before devouring her whole, be it flesh or soul none escaped. Once the gaping maw had reverted back to being his shadow, he felt relieved. 'It's a shame that I had more in-store but time was lacking.' Fixing his coat, he took a step out of the carriage.