Desire's Vessel: My Lewd Reincarnation-Chapter 36: The Beginning

"Nah... She is playing double agent and can’t contact it as she likes. But more importantly, she has consumed my essence for three hours straight, And knows what it feels like to be under the influence of desire, she doesn’t know it yet, but her body virtually belongs to me and it wouldn’t be long before I have her soul as well..."

"It’s tradition that the bride doesn’t see the groom till the wedding night and vice versa. Yet I can bet my head that the bitch will be on her way back before the evening, hungrier than ever, all for me." Zaja said with a wolfish grin, unbuckling his pants and resting his massive slab meat in-between Elyria’s butt cheeks.

The thought of Hillary coming back for Zaja turned Elyria’s mood sour immediately. But once the Vessel started pulling the butt plug out of her ass, causing more slippery friction in her vibrating body, Elyria forgot about the competition, sliding down so that Zaja’s cock aimed at her butt hole.

"This is your main punishment my Lady... Plus you will have to pay an extra fee of 60,000 Urns," he said as he pushed in, spreading Elyria’s backdoor with his meaty cock.

"I don’t care about the money baby, I’ll definitely pay it. Just push that cock deeper inside me..." Her eyes glazed with lust, Elyria whimpered, lifting her butt to greet Zaja’s shaft.

Unbeknownst to Elyria, her husband Nexon Valthorne stood outside, with his ear pressed on the door, listening to his wife moan under her adoptive son’s cock, his eyes balled uncontrollably with tears and catarrh streaming down his face.

Ding!

~Hidden Quest has been completed: Backdoor exploration~

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Meanwhile, just as Zaja predicted, Hillary dos Wagner left the compound of the Royal Palace, about to enter her carriage when tongues of silver flames sparked from underneath her carriage lighting it all on fire.

A silver fire bolt came from behind, smashing into Hillary with enough power to slice through her protective clothing.

With her current Arcane units, Hillary could have dodged or destroyed the arrow. But fearing a trap and not wanting to risk exposure, she moved slightly to the left, making sure the arrow didn’t touch her vitals, and gambling that the attacker wasn’t aiming for her life!

"Arrgghh!" The moment the arrow pierced through her flesh, a jolt of searing pain ripped through Hillary’s veins, and with a shrill cry, she passed out on the ground.

The nearby guards reacted the next moment, rushing to her aid.

"Lady Hillary! Are you alright!" By the time the guards had reached the lady, the flames had died down immediately, as if they were controlled.

Two women watched this all unfold from a safe distance, hovering above the Royal Palace rooftop while keeping their eyes locked on Hillary.

On the left, stood the Queen Mother, in her graceful curvy figure, white long hair and her body surrounded with with bright white flames.

"Queen Mother, are you satisfied?"

"That girl sure is one tough nut... I’m not satisfied, she might have taken the blow to prevent suspicion."

"You really think a 20 year old noblewoman with a top ten net worth and all her life ahead of her would put her life on the line for an act?" The second woman asked with honest curiosity, making the Queen Mother shrug in response.

She knew the stakes and wanted to keep the Wagner child within her control but little did she know that a great calamity was about to unfold from here on out.

Several weeks passed in a blur and soon after, the wedding day arrived at last. And now dressed in the white holy robes of a Throne Blessed, Zaja stood in Elyria’s chambers, watching his reflection in the mirror. Elyria stood beside him, adjusting the epaulets on his holy robes.

"I wish I had a beard," Zaja said as he stroked his hairless chin. "Beards equal peak masculinity, one can never be man enough with a chin full of hair"

"That’s not true, I think you are masculine enough." Elyria shot back.

Zaja sighed and his shoulders slumped back in sadness.

"Are you ready to perform the rigorous measures?" Zaja asked in a calm serious tone.

"The royals prepared everything for a traditional Ember Crown wedding and made sure the theocracy sent the letter to the Pope to discharge an experienced priest. On our end, we got your serpent and you. So yeah, we’re ready to perform the plan." Elyria said with a smile, fixing Zaja’s collar.

But suddenly, the matriarch’s arm went stiff and she lowered her head, trying to avoid eye contact.

"But Zaja... Even if everything goes right... There’s no way you don’t receive some backlash from using such an unknown and dangerous mutation like yours" Elyria’s voice broke, fear for the consequences very much obvious in her tone.

"No my lady, I have wasted way too many resources to set up this heist, and I wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble if the price wasn’t worth it. This is my opportunity to use the high risk, high reward strategy to make sure that destiny itself will be on our side for years and years to come. I cannot let it slip," Zaja said with a determined voice.

"I wish us the very best of luck, but I hope Helios doesn’t punish us for this sin we are about to commit," Elyria whispered.

"Fuck Helios..." Zaja whispered back.

Meanwhile, King Percival sat in a meditation position, applying a Ruby Cloud Dust on his forehead and breathing in a sweet fragrance that seemed to relax his muscles and accelerate the synthesis of Arcane in his body.

"Ahhhhh, wonderful, wonderful. My battle prowess will surely improve at a rapid pace because of this ritual. Egil you have really out done yourself with this gift! I truly am blessed to be your father," Percival said with a cheerful chuckle that seemed to give off the impression that he was drunk or hallucinating.

Convinced that his father had entered the trance Zaja described, Egil snuck out, gathering his men and setting out for the wedding ceremony.

The Queen Mother was in house Valthorne already, but the moment Percival entered that drunk like state, she felt it and her eyes widened, and with a swift tornado of sand, she vanished from the scene, leaving her confused attendants behind.

"That stranger was right! He was a genius! Just like how my father used to say, a man must fight for what he wants, and I bloody want Hillary!"

"Now no one can stop me from slithing the throat of that Zaja and taking Hillary for myself!" Egil burst into laughter.