Chapter 236 - 236: I’ll reward you, my little pet
-Few minutes before the explosion-
Cyra glanced at the note, a cold glint flashing through her eyes before she flashed out of the control room.
The bomb exploded in slow motion as Cyra slammed the door open, and without hesitation, she jumped out of the aircraft. The entire aircraft was engulfed in flames, illuminating the night sky.
-Now-
The wind roared in her ears, whipping her hair as she plummeted, strands shifting to molten gold—her cursed form.
Boom!
Cyra landed on the mountaintop, and the stone groaned beneath her weight. Fine cracks spread like veins across its surface before the peak shattered into a million fragments. The ground trembled, dust surging upward in a thick cloud that swallowed her from sight.
Seconds passed, and the sound of footsteps echoed through the dust. Then Cyra appeared unharmed but covered in thick dust that made her sneeze.
She looked around the area where she had landed and saw she was stuck in a place surrounded by mountains, with the ground covered in snow.
"Where is this?" Cyra muttered as she leapt from the shattered peak, landing on another mountain top. She flashed through the frozen expanse, searching for an exit, but all she found were endless mountains and snow-covered plains. The sea encircled the land on every side, making it impossible for her to leave.
Noticing she couldn't leave right now, she went into her space to check on Zane and Viktor. As she entered, she was suddenly hugged tightly from both sides.
"You're safe. What happened to the aircraft?'' Zane asked, relief lacing his tone as his gaze roamed her body for any injuries not bothered by her dirty clothes.
"Don't worry, I'm alright. The aircraft was rigged with a bomb—the dark organization." Cyra patted their heads softly, not hiding the truth of what happened.
"That organization again," Zane said through gritted teeth, his hand clenched into a fist to hold back the rage trying to consume him.
Viktor, on her left side, hugged her waist tightly, as if she would slip away if he loosened his grip. His eyes were filled with murderous intent as he thought about the dark organization.
He had planned to leave everything to Cyra, but now, they had touched his reversed scale, and he wasn't going to rest until they vanished from this earth. And he knew where to start.
"Alright, let's go, I need to freshen up," Cyra said helplessly as she tried to free herself from Viktor's grip, but he wouldn't budge, and she couldn't use force to pull him away.
So she chose to carry him with her to a small pond in her space.
Zane went to get a change of clothes for her from the pile of gold bars placed carelessly on the ground, not forgetting to take a bottle of blood as he followed after them.
Cyra looked over at Viktor, who watched her like a hawk, and sighed helplessly before undressing.
Her pale skin was covered in ash stains, and the ends of her gold hair were streaked with grey, small particles of rock falling to the ground as she finger-combed through it.
"You don't have to watch me so closely. I'm not running away," Cyra muttered reassuringly, aware that what had happened must have scared him.
She hadn't expected he would be clingy to her, especially if something life-threatening happened to her. Viktor ignored her words and kept gazing at her, but his worried expression had faded — it was now filled with desire and admiration for her curvy, toned figure.
His breath hitched when his gaze fell on her hairless lower lip, peeking temptingly from between her thighs, and a thought struck him, causing him to swallow hard. 'What does she taste like?'
Cyra could feel his heated gaze on her, but she calmly stepped into the pond. She scooped water into her hands and poured it over herself.
The water's sheen reflected a glistening glow on her skin as she washed her arm, with the curve of her breasts rising from her action.
Viktor stared, unable to tear his gaze away from such an alluring sight. "Come." Cyra's tone was commanding, refusing to take no for an answer.
Viktor found himself walking toward her, his body acting before his mind. Reaching the edge of the pond, he took off his clothes but kept his shorts on.
Cyra lazily waddled across the pond and leaned her back against a boulder, silently watching him. Her stare unsettled him, his heart pounding louder as he moved closer to her.
Cyra's fangs throbbed from the intoxicating sound of his racing heartbeat—her gaze subtly lingered on his pulsing veins. Drawn by the sight, she leaned in closer to his neck, her breath brushing against his skin, sending an electric tingle down his spine, and he nearly moaned.
Her next action made him unable to suppress his moan; he felt her hot, moist tongue sliding slowly against his nape as she traced every vein in sight. His legs weakened, falling into Cyra's hold.
Zane, who was bringing her a change of clothes, saw this scene and quickly turned back, leaving silently but in a hurry. Although he had mentally prepared for witnessing such an intimate moment with someone other than himself, he felt numb and a dull ache in his chest.
But remembering his place in Cyra's heart and how much she loved him, those depressing feelings gradually faded.
Meanwhile, in the pond, Viktor's face was flushed red, his eyes misty with arousal. Cyra let him catch his breath before pulling away.
Viktor noticed her actions and looked up; his gaze was filled with questions and unease. Before he could think more about her actions, she held his chin and commanded in a hoarse tone.
"Make me cum, and I'll reward you, my little pet.'' She caressed his face lightly, then leaned against the boulder, watching him silently, exuding nothing but control.
Viktor's body trembled, a bulge showing from his shorts, as his shaft strained to burst out of its confines. He nearly came from the mental pleasure of Cyra commanding him with such a dominant tone.
"Yes…mistress…'' Those words slipped from his lips in a breathless moan. Cyra's eyes shone with appreciation at his obedience, but the moment was gone quickly before Viktor could notice.
"Lick." She said curtly as she moved upward with the help of the boulder. Viktor's gaze immediately fixed on her wet lower lip, and he swallowed hard. Not needing to be told twice, he leaned in and took a tentative lick.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, and he took it as encouragement. He confidently slid his tongue between her folds in an exploring manner. His lips pressed firmly against her swollen pink bead, and Cyra stiffened, moaning at his unintentional action.
Though he was unskilled, he made up for it with his curiosity and rapt attention to her body reaction, like now—he placed his attention on her little bead, sucking harshly, Cyra's toes curled from the intense pleasure, and she sank her hand into his hair for support, panting as he nibbled on it slightly.