295: 6.55 What Will He Be?

6.55 What Will He Be?

cw: short explicit description at the start hence no warning on the title :)2

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Maybe it was during their sixth or seventh coupling — Jillian couldn't keep count anymore for his world had narrowed into a raging sea of desire, slick against skin, breathless gasps and cries — that he began to realize that something was off with his own body. 

At first, Jillian thought nothing of it. He meant, how the hell could he still retain coherent thoughts when he had Lu Yizhou pounding into him from behind and Izher's cock down his throat? 

But gradually, Jillian noticed that… he could keep up with the two Gods' insane pace.

When Lu Yizhou huskily asked him. "You can keep going, can't you?" Jillian had moaned and his length began to swell yet again, despite having just come so hard he could see stars above the ceiling. 

This wasn't normal, the thought slipped into his mind unbidden when Lu Yizhou grabbed onto his loose ponytail to prevent him from escaping as the deity continued to ride him relentlessly, his massive girth sliding in and out from Jillian's abused hole. He twitched faintly, eyes rolled backward with drool slipping out of his mouth, too weak to give any resistance in the face of Lu Yizhou's insatiable appetite. Jillian had lost count of how many times he had come since the first time Lu Yizhou entered him whereas Lu Yizhou… 

Jillian suspected that he was deliberately holding himself back. Or else, how could he last so long? 

How long had they been here for? Jillian stared out of the window in daze, cum sliding down his bruised thighs. It ought to be days, yet somehow the scenery outside never changed. Until in the end Jillian gave up trying to keep himself in check. He surrendered himself fully in Lu Yizhou's hands, for the deity to hold, to embrace, to kiss and to fuck. Again and again. It was a wonder how his body hadn't crumbled into dust yet.

This wasn't normal, he thought again as Lu Yizhou buried himself so deep inside him that he could taste it on his throat. The deity then tucked his face into the crook of Jillian's shoulder and shot out loads of cum with a muffled roar, flooding Jillian's inside with heat comparable to scorching lava. 

This wasn't normal, Jillian was certain when instead of drained, he felt… rejuvenated. Stronger. As if Lu Yizhou had gathered the cracked pieces of him, mended and polished them until he was smooth and indestructible. Jillian felt himself turning into another person altogether, like the worm who had finally broken through the thick cocoon to spread its beautiful wings for the first time. 

Jillian let out a faint gasp when Lu Yizhou pulled himself out only to lay by his side and brought Jillian into his embrace. He looked positively glowing, tired but satisfied as he looked into Jillian's eyes and offered him a faint smile. Jillian's heart thudded in his chest and… there it was again. The strange surge of energy that overflowed in his veins. The air around him was crackling with faint electricity and at that moment, he truly felt as if he could still fight a whole army and emerge as the sole victor. 

Jillian sat up, ignoring the obvious stickiness on his skin, to stare at his hands. They were glowing. Not only that, his whole body was also covered in a faint layer of halo. "What… happened?" He rasped hoarsely.

"Hmm?" Izher opened one eye from where he was lounging on the windowsill to enjoy the breeze. "You're glowing."

Jillian rolled his eyes. As if he was blind enough to not notice that. "Why am I glowing?"

Izher opened both of his eyes and crossed his legs, intrigued. "Lu Yizhou, you can make your cum glow?"

  Lu Yizhou merely stared at him silently. Jillian thought that he was too kind not to roll his eyes at Izher, but he definitely got the urge to, judging from the twitch on the corner of his eyes. That's why Jillian decided to roll his eyes more exaggeratedly on his behalf. "Are you stupid? If that's the case then you would also be glowing right now!"

"It's not like I am unaware of that. Can't I tease you a bit?" Izher pulled out his tongue. Childish, Jillian clicked his tongue. How old was he again? Three? "Oh my God, please don't be so serious. I can't bear looking at your ugly face for too long." 

Before Jillian could retort to that blatant insult, Izher hopped down from the windowsill, wobbling for a split second on his feet with a surprised 'woah!' 

Jillian snickered, causing Izher to turn to Lu Yizhou with a pout. "This is all your fault!" 

Lu Yizhou merely raised a brow, looking so unbearably smug that Jillian couldn't resist crawling closer to cup his face, lean in and kiss him soundly on his lips. Hmm… Lu Yizhou's lips were soft, warm and very very sweet. He actually tasted like Jillian and Izher, and Jillian's memory was transported to the moment when Lu Yizhou was pinning him down to the bed to eat him out, slurping his juice eagerly before pulling away to suck on the whining Izher, alternating between them back and forth with his sinful hands and mouth. Maybe it was from that time? Either way, Jillian liked it very much. He gave one last lick to the seam of Lu Yizhou's lips and pulled himself away before everything escalated yet again. 

Enough was enough, he decided. As much as he wanted to drown in Lu Yizhou's embrace forever, Jillian couldn't help but recall everyone he had left behind. Bassil, His Royal Highness, the guards, the citizens in the country. How were they doing? How about the plague? Had Bassil torn his hair bald because of Jillian's sudden disappearance? 

Jillian couldn't bring himself to throw away his responsibilities. Not even for the love of his life.

"Hmm?" He rubbed Lu Yizhou's cheekbones and stared into his widening eyes. "Why do you look so surprised?"

"Come here and let me see you a bit." Izher arrived by their side and caught hold of Jillian's wrist, fingers pressing down on his pulse point. "Hmm…" He closed his eyes and showed a thoughtful look. And then with a gasp, his eyes flew open, turning to Lu Yizhou in astonishment. "Lu Yizhou, you madman, what have you done?"

"What?" Jillian looked at them back and forth, confused and jittery at the same time. Was there something wrong with him? "What is it?"

Before Izher or Lu Yizhou could give him an answer, the air around them stirred and the three of them turned to the window simultaneously. "Someone is here." Jillian sensed two familiar presences and took a guess. "Cyrus and Luan?" Lu Yizhou and Izher nodded in affirmation.

Later when Jillian was washing the stickiness from his skin did he finally catch on something important. He froze with his body still lathered in soap. 

…Wait a moment. 

How could he even know who was coming? Alright, maybe his sharp senses could tell the minute shift in the air but 'familiar presence'...? What the hell did 'presence' mean and how could he sense it casually?

The violent pounding on the door snapped him out of his reverie. "Oy, Jillian. What takes you so long? Are you brooding under the shower and questioning your very existence?"

Jillian rolled his eyes. Dramatic bastard. He hastily washed off the suds, rubbed himself dry and dressed up before coming out. Cyrus and Luan were already waiting outside. If they sensed the thick scent of sex in the air and noticed the unsalvagable bedsheet, then their faces didn't show anything. Instead, they looked quite… somber? 

Jillian startled lightly and gathered his long hair atop of his head in a messy bun. "Sir Cyrus and Sir Luan, I apologize for making you wait. Did something happen?"

Jillian was caught off guard when the two mythical beasts suddenly stood up and inclined their heads toward him in an obvious show of reverence. "First thing first, let us congratulate you, General Jillian Lacrosa, for achieving what ordinary humans can't do. Congratulations, you have ascended to become a demigod."

Jillian's eyes bulged out. A… what?!

He shifted his wide eyes to Lu Yizhou who was clearly averting his eyes out of guilt. "I have no idea," he quietly murmured.

"Me too!" Izher added in Lu Yizhou's defense.

"That's because it's a very rare occurrence for a God to mate with a human." Cyrus explained with the usual genial smile on his face yet somehow, it still looked quite strained in Jillian's eyes. "In the past, demigods — the term for humans who have achieved immortality or a child born out of a God and a human — had already been far and few in between. In today's society where all information has long since lost with time, it's obvious that no one knows about it."

"So I am…" Jillian blinked, stupefied. He recalled how his body was filled with pure energy, how he started to glow and it was all because… Flush suffused into his cheeks. "I… I have become a demigod because of… Lu— I mean, Regius?" Goodness, who would have guessed that he had become an immortal because he had a marathon sex with a God?! Could anything be more mortifying than that?!

"Not only him, but also the God of Plague." Cyrus corrected with a serene look as if he wasn't talking about another person's unorthodox fornication. "You're forming an intimate bond with the two of them and it further increases the possibility of ascending."

Jillian resisted the urge to facepalm and groan. Right, he had had sex with TWO Gods. Goddamnit, was there any hole somewhere he could hide in? "Then, if…" Jillian desperately grabbed onto another topic. "If they are the God of Darkness and the God of Plague, what about me…?" What kind of demigod would he be?

Cyrus smiled wider this time. "That will depend on yourself. You have to seek the answer inside you, General."

Jillian furrowed his brows. Seek the answer inside him? How could he do that?

"And then?" Lu Yizhou suddenly asked, breaking the line of Jillian's thought. "You look distraught. It can't be the main reason why you have come here to retrieve us, right?"

"As expected of the God of Darkness, nothing can escape your eyes." When Cyrus lifted his head, the smile had vanished from his face and he looked so stressed out. Now that Jillian looked closer, there seemed to be obvious dark circles beneath his eyes, both him and Luan. Jillian was stunned, what could have exhausted the mythical beast to this point? 

"It has come to our — Luan's, to be exact — attention that a newly reaped soul has wreaked havoc in the underworld. He is not only unrepentant and vicious, but has also resorted to devouring other souls in order to strengthen himself. At this rate, he will transform into a demon. Luan has just received an order to hunt him down and I thought… maybe we can ask you for help because Luan is currently not very well."

Luan tried to hold him back but Cyrus swatted his hand away and stubbornly continued, 

"When the demon is still alive, he goes by the name Ernoul."

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