Chapter 268 (R18)
Although Teraz was proud of Mart, he had also seen how ruthless his son was toward his enemies.
Mart looked at Balac Sevec, who was taking another drink. Then he turned his gaze back to Teraz Sevec:
"Father, is something wrong?"
"Your brother has joined the Republican Council. I don’t know what to say about his decision. I know his mother wants the best for him, and perhaps she influenced that decision; I only ask that, if one day you have to fight against your brother, you forgive him—even if just once—for my sake."
"He’s not an evil demon. I also hope you don’t act rashly," Balac said as he poured himself a little more golden liquor.
Mart Sevec remained silent as he thought of Benjac Sevec.
With his knowledge of conspiracies—and especially of the power struggles between brothers that had always been a part of human history during his past life on Earth—he thought for a moment that the best course of action would be to kill him, but he considered the possibility of "demonic oaths" and "vows to Alvat."
"I’ll take that into account when I make my decision, when the time comes, as long as my brother’s actions don’t harm my wives and children."
Mart’s words were spoken with such a cold calm that it was particularly unsettling for Teraz Sevec.
But the reality was that Mart did not lose his composure easily due to his "intelligence attribute," which led him to rely on "Capital Traits" to amplify his emotions.
The next to speak was Selenia’s uncle, who presented some proposals regarding the amount of financial resources that could be obtained by accepting certain requests and, at the same time, indicated which requests should be rejected outright.
At the end of the meeting, border security was prioritized, and Selenia’s uncle and Teraz Sevec were tasked with handling matters related to the requests.
By the time the meeting ended, night had already fallen.
...
Mart Sevec walked through the mansion’s hallways until he reached his room.
Inside, on his bed, Iristel and Selenia were fast asleep.
Looking at Selenia’s belly, it was clear to him that his son or daughter would be born soon.
Thump!
Thump!
Mart’s gaze turned to Iristel’s belly.
"A girl," he quickly concluded.
The fetus in Iristel’s belly had reacted to its father’s presence.
At that moment, Mart could sense that even as a fetus, that little demon was already at the Third Rank (maximum point).
Mart didn’t want to wake his wives, so he sat down in an elegant, comfortable chair and watched the beautiful demons for over an hour, then he closed his eyes to rest a bit.
[Sloth Trait activated]
...
The next morning, when Mart opened his eyes, he was lying in the comfortable bed, with Iristel on his left and Selenia on his right; they were both asleep, each holding one of his hands.
He felt a trace of Iristel’s demonic energy on his body.
"She helped me get into bed; you’re always so thoughtful," Mart said, kissing Iristel’s forehead, then Selenia’s.
He waited for them both to wake up, because he wanted to take a walk with them around the mansion’s gardens.
...
After walking through the gardens, Mart made his way to the marquisate’s library.
Upon entering, he saw Emy reading a book.
Mart sat down beside her and watched her as she continued reading, just as he had done in the past when they were both still at Danteriar Academy.
The minutes passed until a little over an hour had gone by.
"Why do I feel like you’re preparing for another conflict?"
Emy’s somber expression was still part of her, but Mart knew her so well that he could sense the worry in her eyes.
Three nearly transparent demonic spheres with intricate demonic symbols on their almost purple surfaces.
The three spheres that Mart had conjured hovered in front of them.
"They’re a form of the demonic barriers I set up."
"Exactly, and what’s inside them will determine what I do next."
Emy looked at the envelopes with purple seals.
At that moment, Emy conjured a grimoire with a black cover adorned with golden symbols.
"These are the perfected Demonic Formations."
Mart kissed Emy’s forehead, then her lips, and thanked her sincerely, before taking the grimoire she had written for him.
"Do you want to spend the night with me?"
He pulled Emy toward him.
She sat on his lap and then kissed him.
An intimate, long, and deep kiss.
"Yes, I want to spend the whole night by your side."
He caressed her face and then carried her in his arms to her cozy bedroom.
Upon entering Emy’s room, he smiled when he saw two bookshelves. It was clear that she loved books—or the knowledge printed within them—and yet, she loved him even more.
...
Emy lay down on the bed, staring intently at him.
He positioned himself between her legs.
They slowly entwined their tongues.
Her hands were on his cheeks.
She had missed the warmth of her beloved husband’s body.
[Lust Trait Activated]
Mart’s left hand caressed the skin of one of her thighs and gradually moved upward.
He began to kiss her neck; her breathing grew slightly ragged.
They looked at each other.
"I love you, Mart," she said; her voice, with its characteristic somber tone, barely hinted at her deep affection.
"I’m alive thanks to you; you’re so important to me, my dear librarian."
He understood the subtle changes in her.
Mart used his hands to remove the underwear covering her intimate area, and then she began to feel his kisses on every inch of her intimate area.
Little by little, she became wet until she reached orgasm amid soft, sweet moans.
She looked at Mart with an almost somber expression; she helped him undress, and after that, she opened her mouth around his enormous member and began to take it in and wrap her tongue around it.
She didn’t stop until she had swallowed every drop of his essence.
She lay back down, Mart positioned himself between her legs again, and slowly entered her.
It was a slow, intimate lovemaking session as they caressed each other’s bodies and kissed from time to time.
Inside her, it was warm and tight.
"Your pussy is still the tightest," Mart smiled, then embraced her, thrusting deeply into her.
She moaned close to one of Mart’s ears.
He savored the warmth of her body.
They kissed—a passionate kiss at the very peak of their climax.
He came deep inside her.
A faint blush spread across her cheeks; she was panting slightly from the pleasure she had silently longed for.
He didn’t pull out of her; he sat there with her legs wrapped around him.
They kissed again; she moved her hips with some difficulty.
"There’s no rush—let’s enjoy every second," he whispered to her.
She began to move slowly, and that slow movement made her feel every centimeter of the large member stimulating her wet insides.
He kissed her breasts—breasts that fit easily in his hands.
Her erect nipples seemed exquisite to him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck with some force; her slender body shuddered with pleasure.
That night, regardless of which positions they tried, he moved at a slow but stimulating pace to satisfy her to her heart’s content—at least for that night.
As the sun rose, she was asleep in his arms, and he stroked her hair, waiting patiently for her to wake up before leaving to attend to the affairs of the marquisate.