416: || Chapter 405 || Ominous Oaths

|| Chapter 405 || Ominous Oaths

Long Bonus Chapter! Spicy Scene Ahead!

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Moulin failed to convey the words he planned to say. He is forced backwards until he is helplessly pressed against the wall. He could ignore the pressure of his back but the warm lips capturing his own slowly drew all of his attention. Tongue over tongue lost in an addicting lustful dance. He could feel the wet slide of their lips and the sweet restrained groans both of them released. It made his knees weak and he struggled to hold on. 

Hadrian didn't' stop. He aimed to push in deeper, keep Moulin in his arms longer. His arms forcefully wrapped Moulin in a tight embrace while he pushed the youth to respond to his kiss. 

It was almost punishing. It had Moulin shivering but they couldn't continue longer than they have to. 

When the sliver of darkness slipped into Moulin's vision, he froze and used all of his strength to push Hadrian back. His movements alerted the High Lord. Golden eyes narrowed. They gradually pulled apart, breathing into each other's scent. 

Moulin chased to steady his breaths as he touched the fine skin on his lover's exposed neck. A foreboding feeling injected itself into his heart. The dark mark dispersed at his touch as though afraid of him. It was bigger than before, fading down into the curve when the shoulder and neck met. 

"I knew it would soon act up. You told me it would recover." Moulin regretfully spoke. His chest ached as he continued. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Hadrian didn't respond and only hugged Moulin closer, inhaling the soothing fragrance of the youth's soft hair. Afraid he would worry Moulin with his silence, he spoke. 

"I'll be alright."

Moulin frowned. "You know as well as I do how your situation is far from 'alright'. We saw how these things have done to me and how painful it was. If this isn't solved as soon as possible, many will be suspicious of you. At this time, this isn't some trivial thing you can slowly settle, Hadrian."

Moulin buried his head unto the man's chest and whispered achingly. Alha, that damn demon. "Just what did he do to you? Tell me the truth..."

The High Lord's eyes deepened. "I don't remember..."

Shocked, Moulin pulled away to meet Hadrian's gaze. "What do you mean?"

"I can't remember what happened." Hadrian took Moulin's hand and placed it on his cheek. "You've already seen it  for yourself."

"What?"

Hadrian softened his voice and gazed into the youth's worried eyes. "I know what that young God, Galadin, gave you. Your clairvoyance. The battle between me and Alha is vague in my memory. He has done something and hidden it from us."

"I've scoured my memories for clues but failed. Colahn does not seem to sense it. Neither did your dear friend, Jagra."

Dread sank inside Moulin's gut. Again and again, they try to take away everything precious from him. Eight years lost to death and when he finally revived, he lost the once bright world to the Kron and the malefics. Perhaps, they were right. It was his fault. The imbalance of natural world, caused by his foreign existence. Was this his punishment?

"Moulin..." Hadrian drew Moulin away from his self-deprecating thoughts. 

Hadrian's eyes are soft and gentle. "I'm alright. I've sent word to one of the base leaders of the alliance. A powerful seer will come to help us. It will be alright."

"It will be 'alright' once it's settled." Moulin's brows are drawn together in a frown. "And I will definitely see to it."

Hadrian conceded with a nod and a softly revealed smile. It was only with Moulin cam he be at ease. He could ignore the heavy burden of the High Lord's position and the temptations of the dark in his mind but with one word of his beloved, like a tidal wave crashing on scorched land, everything seemed to fade away. 

Moulin sighed. He wasn't at ease at all. Distressed, he could not calm the raging waves in his heart. 

Sensing his beloved's anxiety, Hadrian captured Moulin's lips in a melting kiss. He whispered words of comfort against the youth's trembling lips and devoured his mouth over and over. We'll get through this together. 

I swear it.

Moulin felt the whole world swirl around him as he is lured into the deep kiss. A strong arm held his waist and a warm hand cradled his head lovingly, guiding him to move with Hadrian's mouth. Moulin raised his head, lifting himself on his toes, and wrapped his arms around the High Lord's neck. 

Two bodies pressed against each other. Although the layer of clothing agonizingly deterred them from touch, the friction was enough to arouse them. The brief flash of his surroundings and the spread of Hadrian's mana were easily ignored. 

Moulin caught the familiar smell of his room and suddenly felt weightless as strong arms effortlessly carried him away. All the while, they never parted. He heard a door slam close and the clicking of the turning lock. 

Soft fragrant sheets caressed his back. Moulin never thought about how quickly things sexually escalated. But he didn't care. He loved it and gods, was he craving it. 

Hadrian's eyes were terrifying, revealing a predatory hunger. Moulin could feel the restraint against his fingertips, itching to break free. He adored the gentle Hadrian, attentive and careful, but he also loved his violent tendencies in bed. Like a starving beast, let loose over the youth's milky rosy flesh. 

"Ahn." Moulin moaned as rough hands caressed his body over his clothes. Thick long fingers bent on every curve, palms hotly sliding into his inner thighs, shamelessly brushing between his legs. Moulin is left in a gasping and yearning mess once Hadrian finally leaned back to reach for the tiny bottle hidden in the bedside drawer. 

A sweet pop sounded and Moulin watched as Hadrian drank the contents of the bottle before hovering over Moulin and sharing the juice with a wet kiss. It was sweet and hot. Their tongues slid against each other as they explored each other's mouths. They moaned and groaned, savoring the taste. 

Moulin used the tiny bit of clarity left in his brain to speak while the High Lord's rough hands peeled off his clothing. He gasped as Hadrian ripped off the fragile fabric, mouthing on the youth's smooth skin above his heart. "T-That lord in the hallway... Why did you-"

Suddenly, Hadrian grasped his chin and deep black eyes met Moulin's silver ones. Startled by the sudden changes in the man's eyes, Moulin was silenced. 

Hadrian's deep commanding voice whispered, "Do not think of anyone else. Look at me. Think only of me..."

His cold voice resounded in Moulin's mind. It took advantage of their thriving bond, playing with it and controlling it. Moulin had already given his heart to this man and he wasn't one to derive his lover of the pleasures between them.

Luscious lips, plump and rosy, parted slowly, softly whispering. "Yes..." 

The leather and precious fabric are stripped from their bodies. Up on the bed, where soft sheets lay,  Moulin moaned as Hadrian's hands stroked his sides, sliding up to his neck, down to his back, and caressing the back of his thighs. His silver hair was spilled across the large pillows and his lashes caught drops of tears as he inhaled sharply from the thick fingers brushing on the glistening lips between his legs. 

They slipped inside so easily, sliding with the slickness within his flesh.

Moulin felt split open by desire as his legs fell open and Hadrian, this god-like man, slipped between them. His golden hair, like strands of sun strings. His perfectly handsome face, morphing in arousal. His eyes, magnetic and spellbinding. The man's strong explosive body, muscles cramping as he loomed over Moulin's frame, powerful thighs lifted Moulin's legs around his waist.

Hadrian leaned down, nuzzling the softness of Moulin's glorious silky hair behind his ear. He caged the youth under his body, stroking him, pleasuring him until Moulin could not think, could not speak. Gasps and moans spilled from his mouth. 

"Hah..." Moulin inhaled as he felt the blunt head of Hadrian's cock against his entrance. His breathing sped up in anticipation. 

The golden-eyed man kissed him in comfort as he inched his way inside. His hips, slow in rhythmic rolls, grinding until he was swallowed to the hilt. Hadrian lets out a shuddering exhale, blinded by the delicious feeling of being inside his dear lover. 

"That's it..." He hoarsely spoke in a blissful tone.

The stretch left Moulin gasping as his fingernails dug into Hadrian's back. An honest and stimulating reaction. He looked absolutely desirable, a mouthwatering delicacy only for the High Lord himself. As usual, the sting was brief and the stiff shaft inside Moulin's body rocked him helplessly. He furrowed his brows as he swayed with the movements of their bodies. His legs fell open allowing the man more access. 

Hadrian grunts, thrusting deeper. The slide of cock was easier, slicker, as Moulin's knuckles turned white, grabbing the sheets beside him.

"Ahh... Yes... Ah.." His mouth is slack, arching his back as he moved his hips with Hadrian's pistoning thrusts. 

The High Lord smiled against Moulin's cheek as he took one of his knees, hooking it higher on his elbow as he reached for the youth's shaft. His rough hand, battle-honed, stroked it making Moulin quake in stimulation. 

"My love..." Hadrian leaned, planting kisses on the youth's smooth neck. He kept moving, thrusting in addiction. Desire clouded his mind. His hot breath caressed Moulin's skin as he whispered. "More than life, more than death... I love you."

He grunted, lifting his head, devilishly observing the sensual helpless look of his beautiful lover. "Oh, I live for you..."

His beautiful enchanting lover...

So brave, so warm... 

So good...

"H-Hadrian..." Moulin gasped as the man moved faster between his legs. 

With a pleased smile, Hadrian grasped Moulin's jaw. He kissed him hungrily, like a beast who just had its first taste of human flesh. Glowing golden eyes captured Moulin's gaze. 

And the words slipped into his ears. 

...

"I would die for you..."

Moulin flinched as he snapped out of his trance. His boots sank into the muddy ground as a particular snow-white fox clawed woefully on his leather-clad calves.

The youth furrowed his brows and chided Snow away before raising his gaze to the dark sky. It was about to rain. He could sense it...2

He couldn't get it out of his head, the words Hadrian said to him yesterday. Perhaps, Hadrian felt too much from the sex. Those words would sound touching from a normal perspective but Moulin felt... strange hearing them from Hadrian's mouth yesterday. Was he overthinking it? 

He didn't question it when they finished. As always, Hadrian remained gentle and attentive to him afterwards. There wasn't anything suspicious. Moulin frowned and shook his head. 

Such strong words. Perhaps, Hadrian loved him so much to be able to say those things to him. Loved him more than anything and anyone in the world. 

Me? Moulin asked himself. How did he feel for Hadrian? Silver eyes softened and warmth filled his captivating countenance. Naturally, he would say the same thing. 

'I would die for you...'

Moulin chuckled. Ah, what an ominous sentence though. 

"Moulin." Ghana's voice sounded from the tiny bejeweled communication device he wore on his ear. 

"We've found something..."

Moulin paused and turned his head to the female maeruthan's tall figure standing beside one of the buildings in the distance. She signaled him to follow her before disappearing into the dark. The town was deathly quiet as dawn approached. 

Moulin calmly tucked his thoughts away. He hushed Snow and signaled the other hidden sentinels to follow Ghana quietly in the dark. Their footsteps are light as they discreetly traveled through narrow alleyways. 

"What did you find?" Moulin communicated once they caught up with Ghana. 

Ghana slightly pulled up her hood and turned to a hidden part of the wall. The silver-eyed youth followed her gaze and stopped. 

A spell circle scrawled in blood. An eight-pointed star with scribbled runes within each triangle. However, the rules didn't seem to follow any familiar character. It looked as though the person who drew it was unknowledgeable in creating the magic circle, making up symbols for the octogram. 

One sentinel checked the blood-drawn wall and spoke, "The blood is fresh. That person shouldn't have gone far."

"Spread out... find him," Moulin said as he observed the writing. It seemed similar to the magic circle of Erthyl's abductor, the crazy woman who took her own life. 

For certain, they were closer to ending these cultists' ambitions.

The sentinels dispersed, leaving Moulin and Ghana alone. However, just as they were about the sound of beating wings filled Moulin's ears. A large bird circled the dark sky before flying toward them.

"Ah, you're late." Ghana lifted her gaze to meet the newcomer.

Moulin: A bird?...

However, before the eagle could land the bird transformed into a tall man. The golden paint contrasted beautifully against his dark skin. His usually elegant braided hair was loose, allowing his long waist-length curls to fall behind his back.  He was wearing the sentinel's current stealth uniform and it failed to hide his strong body. 

This man...

Moulin's face changed. "Sarion..."

"Pleasure to meet you again, young master." The man raised an eyebrow and eyed the aphrodite's slender frame. 

"What are you doing here?" Asked Moulin, tilting his head. 

Clearing her throat, Ghana interrupted calmly, 

"I'm glad you already know each other. Lord Sarion, will aid us in this current mission."

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