Dark Berserker: Rise of the Forgotten Progenitor

Chapter 12: Class: Flame Princess

Cristian had no idea when he slept due to Lia's super good massage. At first, his body gave the wrong signals and his cock rose, but he ignored it with a deadpan face.

He could see the frustration on Lia's face when she asked to satisfy him and he rejected. Cristian could feel his barrier falling the more he stayed close to Lia. Her allure ate up his measly defense, and the thought of getting intimate flooded his mind.

But his dignity as a man held him back. This wasn't just about pleasure, it was about keeping your face up when you walk in public.

How the hell was he supposed to have sex with Lia whose stamina was in the thousands? He would have long fainted before she even broke a sweat.

How humiliating was it that his betrothed women were also included? They all had high levels and possessed powerful affinities. They were much more powerful than Lia, who wasted most of her time fantasizing instead of training.

With her racial talent, Lia's level should have been more than double of what she had but she barely trained and only got this much while his fiancees all had their names on the tongues of countless bards.

One of them had even gotten the title, THE WAR GODDESS. How was he supposed to conquer such a woman and if he surprisingly did, then he might not make it out of their room?

He could imagine his name spreading throughout the realm and every bard telling his story of how he conquered prominent women, but they dominated him in bed.

'It just can't work at this level,' he grumbled and took a glass cup filled halfway and sipped it. ' can't believe I need a good tier just to have s**.' he mused inwardly.

This was the disadvantage of having exceptional women.

The door opened and Lia walked in. She woke up and found out her Lord wasn't in the bed with her.

They had slept together. Well, Cristian slept. She took him to his room and slept on the same bed while making sure he warped his arms around her waist.

It felt so good that she couldn't recall the last time she had such a blissful rest.

Her eyes enlarged as his current poise, sitting on the throne, sipping wine with crossed legs almost made her think he had gotten his memories.

But she calmed because had he gotten his memories, then she wouldn't be seeing her Lord looking like someone deprived of something. Rather, she would meet a furious man enveloped in a sinister cloud of black mist.

The gems on his gloves gleamed softly, the same as his dazzling eyes and runes. Apart from his pants and boots, Cristian wore nothing else.

In her black silk gown that perfectly hugged her voluptuous curves, she made her way towards him; the slit revealing her white, thick fleshy thighs and smooth leg.

The sound of her heels hitting the ground echoed in the silent hall and a smile that could enchant hundreds graced her lips when she saw his gaze fixated on her.

"How was your rest, my Lord?" She stopped before the platform on which the throne stood and bowed.

Lia made no effort to hide her true form as two curved dark crimson horns, resembling that of a dragon's extended from the sides of her head. A pair of scaly wings on her back and a dragon-like tail just above her buttocks.

Lia leaned towards the dragon bloodline rather than that of her mother's bloodline.

Her lord kept silent for a while and Lia shivered, for his silence made her panic and after a while, his soft voice rang.

"Come closer"

She raised her head and climbed the steps. After the sixth step, she made her way to him with an elegant gait and stood before him, her soothing scent gushing into his nostrils.

She heard him gulp and close his eyes. Clearly trying to subdue his urge.

However, Lia made it worse as she sat on his lap, her tail curled around his waist and she stared deep into her Lord's emerald eyes filled with shock at her abrupt action.

"You don't need to go through this pain. I am yours, body, mind, and soul," she leaned closer and whispered in his ears, "Yours alone."

Along with those words, she planted a peck on his cheeks and a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

"It's the wine in action," Cristian said in a raspy tone, and Lia's brows rose in confusion. ~Mmn~ her lips parted, and he caught it.

The feeling of her soft lips made him feel addicted, and their passionate kiss began. Taking breaks to catch their breaths, they continued to exchange saliva.

Cristian wrapped his thick arms around her waist and lifted her up and her legs went around his waist.

He sucked her lower lip and pry open her mouth, whilst their tongues began another battle. She moaned into his mouth as they ground their intimate parts.

Her cute moans drove him to the edge and Cristian began losing his resolve that he just made a few minutes ago.

He had severely underestimated the beauty of the extraordinary beings of Eternity. Lia was the epitome of seductiveness. Both her beauty and language drilled into the deepest part and evoked that primal desire.

The same desire clouded Cristian's eyes.

Bam!

A dull thud ran as he pressed her against the wall and their grinding got faster and so did her moans.

Their kiss broke, and Lia went towards his neck. Her soft kisses left traces of saliva and he returned the feeling by grinding harder.

They both stopped and stared into each other's eyes for a moment and resumed their passionate kiss.

Their passionate section ended after eight minutes of gulping each other's saliva. Cristian felt like he was going crazy as it took his entire willpower to stop himself from going further.

It felt so good, but what would be his expression when he was dead exhausted and she was staring at him without a drop of sweat on her body?

At this moment, he stood outside staring at Lia who kept demonstrating mana circulation to him. Her control was so smooth and refreshing to watch.

"Now try it," she said with an encouraging smile. It was fun to watch her Lord learn like a child.

Boom!

Cristian shot a few meters into the air and when he landed, Lia's nose had wrinkled and she snorted. "Not like those warrior brutes. All they know is to strengthen their bodies with mana. It's stupid and they waste lots from their pool for a move that would kill just one man or beast."

"This prejudice, you are a mage." Cristian had no idea when he walked up to Lia, and when he recovered.

He proceeds to distance himself and coughs.

'Think with your head,' he recited internally.

"I am. I got a rare class on the day of my awakening. You were there. Your smile was so brilliant, the same as my father's."

As his mood dropped, the air picked up, Lia appeared and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Don't feel bad. It's been a century already. And my Flame Princess class makes my affinity to flames just a bit below purebloods."

"Purebloods?"

"They're the true dragons with a 100% ancestor bloodline. Their affinity for flames is just like yours. It affects the surroundings without their will."

"Your Class is the Flame Princess and my affinity is as strong as true dragons?!"