Chapter 13 - Melting Point
Yuki – POV
This was it.
He'd stopped pretending. Dropped the noble mask. What stood before me now was no warrior—just a beast, wholly surrendered to his lust. Not cursed by it. Not twisted. No… he relished it. Drank it like wine.
His mana throbbed with hunger.
He pulled back the string of his ice-born bow, conjuring a shaft of pure, concentrated malice.
"Do try not to die… my snowflake."
The arrow sang. I ducked.
Another followed. I batted it aside—barely. The third tore past my cheek, flaying skin as it passed. The fourth glanced my shoulder, searing frost into already bleeding flesh.
He howled with laughter, loosing volley after volley. Each faster. Each crueler. My limbs were leaden. My evasion slower. His precision was surgical—death by a thousand paper cuts.
But I couldn't fall. Not yet.
He was coming. I knew it.
He had to.
With nothing left to hold back, I poured the last of my mana into my legs and charged.
Screw finesse. Screw technique. If elegance wouldn't cut it—then I would.
I conjured a blade of solid ice, crude and jagged, and swung it with every ounce of force I had left.
"Raaahhh!"
Steel met frost.
THUD!
The sword shattered on impact. His bow exploded in tandem, blown apart by the force.
His fist was already flying.
I couldn't dodge. Couldn't even lift an arm.
So I threw one last desperate punch—sloppy, wide, hopeless.
He took it on the chin with a grin… then buried two hard jabs into my stomach.
I hit the dirt.
Sprawled. Winded. Pathetic.
I lifted my head—only to be greeted by the monstrous bulge in his trousers.
Throbbing.
Waiting.
Disgust coiled in my gut. My mana was gone. My strength was gone. I scooted backward on the ground like a child, fear clawing at my chest.
This… this was to be my future?
"No. No!" I cried, crawling away. "I won't—I won't!"
His boots thudded toward me.
I closed my eyes.
Braced myself.
But before his hands could defile me—
Something exploded into the clearing.
CRACK!
Seldric was launched backward like a ragdoll, crashing into a tree hard enough to splinter bark.
I looked up, heart surging.
He'd come.
My master. My Kai. He—!
No.
It wasn't him.
It was… her.
She stormed into the clearing, wild-eyed, breath ragged, her fur matted with grass and leaves. Her limbs trembled, not from fear—but from rage.
And she was leaking. Visibly. Sensually. Her thighs were slick. Her scent was thick. The air clung to her like a humid memory of pleasure.
Nyla had come.
She howled.
"You ruined it!" she barked, voice animalistic. "It was so good! He was mine! You had no right!"
Seldric's eyes narrowed. "What madness is this?"
But Nyla didn't answer.
She lunged. Feral. Unfiltered.
This wasn't technique. There was no finesse in her assault—just claws, kicks, and roars. Every blow was a tantrum. Every strike a promise of pain.
And somehow… she was winning.
Overwhelming him.
Doing what I couldn't.
Again.
But I saw it. The tremble in her legs. The uneven breathing. Her movements were sharp—but unsustainable. There was no rhythm. No strategy. Just raw emotion.
And her scent… gods, her scent.
That wasn't battle sweat. That was—
I stood shakily. "He's all over her…"
The realization burned.
She was full of him.
Still leaking from him.
And I—
I had cried out for help. Reached for my master in desperation.
Was he inside her even then?
That was the moment he'd ignored me?
It hurt. Gods, it hurt.
First to be tamed. First to be loved. First to be filled.
When would it ever be me?
The fight blurred. My vision swam.
If she's the flame… then what am I?
I took a step back. Then another.
And bumped into something warm. Familiar.
Strong arms wrapped around me.
"The chill that soothes the fire," Kai whispered into my ear, voice like honeyed frost.
My legs buckled.
I turned to him—tears slipping down my cheeks.
He held me. Gently. Protectively. Like I was the only thing that mattered.
"Rest easy, Yuki. I got you now."
He helped me sit, kissed my forehead, then rose with that maddening confidence of his.
"Yo!" he called out. "Step away from my girls before I rearrange that stupid face."
"Master!" Nyla cried, bounding back toward him. She rubbed against him like a loyal beast. He stroked her hair with absent affection.
"Hang back for now, Nyla. I'll take it from here."
She obeyed—eyes shimmering.
It stung. That bond they shared. So deep. So… complete.
But—
"Master…" I whispered.
He looked at me.
"Take all of me too," I said, voice shaking.
The longing poured from my chest like steam from shattered ice.
I couldn't be cold anymore.
Not with him.
He smiled—soft and certain.
"You heard the lady," he said, turning back to Seldric. "Let's wrap this up. I've got a date tonight."
Seldric scoffed. "You? She'd give herself to you? I could snap you like a twig."
Kai raised a brow. "Man, shut up. Nobody trying to fight a grown-ass man with his dick out."
Even Seldric blinked.
"You insufferable—!"
He took a step forward.
Nyla growled. Her claws extended.
He hesitated.
"Tch. Two against one? Not worth it… for now. But know this—she belongs to me. I will return."
He vanished in a swirl of frost and mist.
Silence fell.
The danger passed.
But we all knew—
This wasn't the end.
Only the beginning.