Chapter 600: Genesis (VI)
The Creator Woman stared up at me from where she was pinned, golden blood still dripping from the corners of her mouth and the deep cuts across her body.
Her mismatched eyes sparkled with the same wild excitement that matched the smile on my face.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
Then she laughed.
"PwahahahahHAHAAHGH!"
Soft at first, then louder, the sound echoing through the endless void.
"You’re smiling like a complete maniac," she said, her voice still a little hoarse from the intensity of the fight.
"I like that look on you, Luntheris. It suits you far better than that cold, serious expression you usually wear."
"We should take a break," she said suddenly, her tone turning almost casual.
"This fight is going to take a very long time. You know that as well as I do."
I raised an eyebrow, still keeping the tips of my swords against her throat and heart.
"Explain."
She smiled, that same sadistic yet playful curve of her painted-black lips.
"We’re equals now... true equals. Every authority I use, you can counter. Every technique you unleash, I can match. Our regeneration is nearly identical. Our power output is the same. The only way one of us wins is with a single, perfect killing blow that the other can’t react to or heal from. A true one-shot. Anything less and we’ll just keep going forever, destroying and creating universes until the end of time."
She tilted her head slightly, her long dark hair with silver-white strands floating around her face.
"Both of us know it. So... why not rest for a while? Recover... and think. Then we continue until one of us finally finds that perfect opening."
I stared at her for a few seconds.
She was right.
As much as I was enjoying the fight, continuing without pause would just turn into an endless stalemate. A single decisive hit was the only path to victory.
I slowly pulled my swords back and released the gravity field pinning her.
"Fine," I said.
"We can take a break."
The moment the words left my mouth, I raised one hand and activated Authority of Creation.
A bed formed beneath me, a simple but solid structure of dark cosmic stone and soft, glowing fabric woven from starlight.
It floated in the middle of the ruined battlefield, surrounded by the debris of destroyed galaxies and the soft light of newly born stars.
I dropped onto it without ceremony, lying back with both swords resting across my lap as I stared up at the endless void above us.
My body still ached from the countless wounds I had taken and healed, but the rest felt good.
The thrill of the fight still burned in my chest, that battle-maniac smile lingering on my face even as I closed my eyes for a moment.
The Creator Woman floated over and sat down on the edge of the same bed, her golden blood still slowly drying on her skin.
She looked at me with open amusement, resting her chin on her hand.
"You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?" she asked softly.
I didn’t open my eyes.
"More than I expected."
She chuckled lightly before moving closer on the floating bed.
"How about we go for a round?" she asked suddenly, her voice dropping into a more playful, teasing tone.
I opened one eye and looked at her.
"We just finished fighting..."
"Not that kind of fighting~" she mumbled softly.
A pair of warm hands suddenly pressed against my chest. Her fingers spread slowly across the fabric of my clothes, tracing the hard lines of muscle beneath.
The touch was light at first, then firmer as she leaned closer.
The scent of her skin, the night-blooming flowers mixed with the faint metallic tang of golden blood, reached out to my nostrils.
I didn’t push her hands away, but I also didn’t reach for her. I simply watched her through my half-lidded eye.
She smiled at my lack of reaction, her painted-black lips curving with clear amusement. Her mismatched eyes studied my face carefully.
"You’re always so calm and serious...," she said, her fingers slowly moving lower across my chest.
"Even after a fight like that... even when you’re still bleeding a little... you just lie there as nothing can touch you. It’s frustrating, you know."
I remained silent, letting her speak.
Her hands continued their slow exploration, sliding up to my shoulders and then back down, feeling the residual heat of battle still lingering in my body.
"I’ve watched you for so long," she continued, her voice quieter now.
"Through every reincarnation. Every struggle. Every time you almost died and kept going anyway. And now that we’re finally equal... now that you’ve made me bleed like no one else ever has... I want more than just the fight."
Her fingers brushed over the place where her hand had earlier pierced my chest.
The wound was completely healed, but she still traced the area with a strange tenderness.
"You don’t have to say yes," she murmured, leaning in until her face was only inches from mine.
"You don’t have to say no either. Just... let me stay like this for a while. Let me feel the body of the only person who’s ever managed to push me this far."
Her hand on my chest pressed a little firmer, fingers spreading wider as she slowly dragged them down toward my stomach.
The torn fabric of my clothes offered little resistance.
She didn’t ask permission, and simply continued, her touch growing bolder with every second that passed without my refusal.
She shifted her body until she was half-straddling my waist, her voluptuous figure pressing down against me.
The soft weight of her massive breasts settled against my chest as she leaned closer, her long dark hair with silver-white strands falling around us like a curtain.
The scent of her skin mixed with the faint metallic tang of residual golden blood filled my senses.
"You’re still so tense," she whispered against my ear, her warm breath brushing my skin.
Her lips brushed the side of my neck, not quite a kiss, but close enough that the heat of her mouth lingered.
One of her hands slid lower, tracing the defined lines of my abdomen with deliberate, unhurried strokes.
The other hand moved up to my face, her thumb gently brushing across my lower lip.
"I’ve watched you for so long, Luntheris," she continued, her voice soft and filled with something akin to lust.
"I’ve seen the way you look at your lovers. The way you touch them. The way you hold back even when they beg for more..."
Squeshh...!
Thump...
She pressed her hips down against me, rolling them slowly in a deliberate grind.
The friction of her body against mine was impossible to ignore.
Her combat outfit was already torn in several places from our battle, the remaining fabric clinging tightly to her curves and leaving little to the imagination.
"But you don’t have to be careful with me," she murmured, kissing the corner of my jaw.
"I’m not one of them. I won’t break if you’re rough. I won’t cry if you take what you want. I created this body to be perfect... and I’ve been waiting a very long time to feel what it’s like when someone finally matches me."
Her hand finally reached the waistband of my pants.
She didn’t pull them down immediately. Instead, she let her fingers rest there, tracing the edge slowly, testing my reaction.
When I still didn’t stop her, she smiled even more widely than before.
Truthfully...
I didn’t mind having sex with her. Not at all.
After all... she’s probably the only person in these boundless realms who could take everything I could do.
I need to hold back with my lovers since my strength is many times higher than theirs, to the point of even hurting them if I don’t hold myself back.
With Yennefer... that happened one time when I wanted to release my strength a little. I almost... killed her by squeezing her neck.
Thank god I noticed what I was doing in time.
Though Yennefer said that she was fine, I noticed that she got scared at that moment.
She even changed her mind at the time, saying that maybe she didn’t like me squeezing her neck that much.
But it was also her who literally begged me to do that on the same day.
So well...
In front of this woman who is the only one who can resist anything that I could do in bed... I had no resistance whatsoever.
"See?" she suddenly whispered softly, licking my ear lightly.
"You’re not pushing me away. You’re not telling me to stop. That means something, doesn’t it?"
"Mhmpf~"
She kissed my neck properly this time, her lips soft and warm as she sucked lightly on the skin.
One of her hands slid under my shirt completely, her palm spreading across my bare chest as she felt the steady beat of my heart.
Her other hand finally dipped lower, her fingers brushing over the growing cock between my legs through the fabric.
...Well, a break isn’t exactly bad, is it?