Profane Ascendant-Chapter 62: midnight assault

The veil of night descended from above. Only the hooting of an owl could be heard, along with the footsteps of knights patrolling the palace corridors.

Cyn was walking freely. At least within the palace walls, he had the freedom to roam—unlike outside.

The scar of pride asked him,

"What's with that person?! Doesn't he work for you? Why didn't he want to help you leave the palace?"

Cyn replied,

"Oh, Kassal? He's just being careful not to draw suspicion or get us into trouble, so he refused. Even though we could do many things outside the palace, inside it we're practically confined!"

The scar mocked him,

"You possess me now! You can escape the palace and never return. I'll make some changes—no one will recognize you! I doubt they'd even care about you. You're nothing but a man who beds the king's wives. Whether you escape or not means nothing to them. And by their logic, you'd be the one losing in this equation!"

Cyn laughed inwardly.

If only things were that simple.

He answered honestly,

"Life here is better… If I followed your advice, I'd be sleeping in a dilapidated house or an abandoned remote church, with rain pouring down from the ceiling!"

Cyn wanted to leave the palace—but not yet. Not in this state. Completely weakened, especially after the last incident with that person. He needed to stay here and grow stronger, at least. Or obtain a cursed Pact weapon and become immortal…

Then I won't die, right?! Once I become immortal, I'll try many things—starting with my body, hahaha… heh!

That was the level of madness he had reached. Still, he was far from achieving it. First and foremost, he had to succeed in his current mission.

Cyn stood before a massive door. He had stood near it before. Two knights were guarding it from intruders.

Cyn spoke to them,

"Gentlemen! Astrida invited me to her wing. Open the door!"

He was met with refusal.

"Our lady does not receive anyone at midnight!"

Cyn reminded them,

"She invited me personally!"

The two knights refused again.

"We were not informed. Which means Her Highness was not expecting anyone!"

Cyn hadn't expected things to be complicated from the very first moment. He smiled at the two knights.

"Alright! Not my problem, and I won't be the one blamed in the morning—especially if you end up wasting an important moment of Lady Astrida's time!"

Despite that, the two knights knew what they were doing. Neither responded, nor did they move. As long as orders did not state that someone was to enter, no one would.

What they did not expect was the recklessness of the man before them.

The scar's voice echoed in his mind,

"Shall we move to the next plan?"

"Looks like we have to."

Paaak!

Aaaaargh!

"Shit! What are you doin—Argh!"

Cyn stared at the two knights. They were unconscious on the tiles. He opened the door quietly. There was no one inside.

Silence filled the place. Cyn understood. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The servants have returned to their dorms. Only two main maids are on night duty.

Cyn dragged the two knights inside. He didn't want passersby to see them. He closed the doors, and with a smile—as if he were a guest in his own home—he wandered freely.

When a maid stepped out of one of the rooms and noticed him—

"Aaah—!"

Before she could finish, Cyn lunged at her swiftly. A strike to the back of her head, and she fell within a second. Cyn caught her body and lowered it gently and smoothly.

"Ssshhh… just like that. Calm and sound."

Cyn remembered Astrida's room from the last time. He advanced quietly and carefully. He moved fast, but made no sound. He wasn't someone you'd sense—like a killer stalking his prey.

Something he had acquired in his previous life as a serial killer.

Even though Cyn knew he had been utterly horrific as a serial killer, he felt there was a side of that which could be refined.

Cyn entered Astrida's room. He stared at that chair and smiled.

I haven't met Marcy since that day!

Desire stirred within him. He remembered her screams on that chair while he devoured her pussy, her cries of pleasure as she drowned him in the honey dripping from her.

Just as he expected—

"No one's here! Is Astrida not in her wing tonight? Or is she still with Xyrene?!"

If Astrida was still in Xyrene's wing, that would be bad news for him.

But there was one place he hadn't checked yet—Astrida's bedroom, located deeper inside the spacious wing. He looked to the right, toward the door leading to the side room.

He closed the main door behind him and headed toward the other one.

Kiiiek!

A faint sound as the door opened.

Some candles lit the room, along with moonlight streaming in through the window overlooking the outside. On the large, ornate bed—

She was there. Sleeping deeply, like a sleeping princess waiting for her knight's kiss to bring her back to life.

Cyn smiled and closed the door behind him. He began removing his upper clothing.

A mocking smile formed on his face.

"Wakey wakey! Your husband is home, wifey!"

Cyn approached the bed and observed Astrida.

How can she sleep so deeply like this? Without strong protection or anything to warn her of danger!

The scar mocked him,

"Maybe because she's in the palace? Why would she be attacked inside the palace?!"

Cyn smiled.

"And what do you think I'm doing right now?!"

The scar questioned his intelligence,

"Are you playing dumb? You live in the palace too! Security is meant for external threats only! Who would expect someone tasked with bedding women to attack them?!"

Cyn chuckled softly.

"Hehehe… You'd be surprised how many kings died at the hands of their wives throughout history. Betrayal always exists—even inside a palace."

Cyn approached the bed. Astrida was in deep sleep.

Now… you look far more beautiful without that sharp, fiery gaze. Without pretending to be strong. Just like this. As you truly are.

"Fragile and vulnerable."

Cyn licked his lips.

"Now, let's get to work."

He gently lifted the blanket from below and slipped in—like some kind of pervert. A pleasant scent teased his nose.

"She's the type who adorns and perfumes herself before bed… Astrida, were you really expecting my visit?"

"Even your clothes! Transparent, showing everything. That makes things easier for me!"

Astrida, lost in a deep dream, felt something disturbing her sleep. Something heavy pressed down on her.

"Mmmnh~!!"

She began to wake and stretch her arm. Her fiery eyes opened slowly, like a cherry blossom blooming.

A moan escaped her mouth.

"Aaaaaanh~!"

She felt something pleasurable between her legs. Drowsiness still clung to her.

"Aww~ am I having a wet dream?! Annh~"

She opened her eyes—only to see something moving beneath her blanket.

Suddenly, she understood what was happening. Yet she didn't panic or scream. Instead, she smiled, as if it were entirely expected.

"Aaaaanh~ Qurah~~h yeeehs, right there!"

Astrida was used to Qurah coming to her at this time sometimes. But what she didn't expect was that the person beneath the blanket was not Qurah.

Astrida felt a large tongue teasing the walls of her pussy, burning hot.

"Mmmmmmnh~ Qurah, when did you get sooo good at this~!"

Astrida let out loud moans.

"Aaaaanh—fuck yeeeh, I'm cumming~!"

She lost herself in the pleasure of the moment and grabbed the head between her legs tightly.

"Mmmnh~ get choked by my juices, drink th—em, mnggw all~ taste 'em—AaaanhnnFUUUCK! Qurah, I haven't cum like this in a while. It was so refreshing~"

"Qurah?"

Astrida questioned it.

Why wasn't Qurah responding? She usually talked when they did it—she preferred dirty talk. But now there was none, as if she were mute.

Her hands began to feel the head between her legs. It didn't resemble Qurah's. The hair was shorter.

Shocked, she quickly threw off the blanket.

Keesh! Fwiip!

"Who?! Aaa—!"

Astrida opened her mouth to scream—but before she could, the person lunged at her and covered her mouth with his hand.

He pinned her to the bed.

Astrida stared with fearful eyes, her heart pounding. The pleasure from before was replaced by fear and anticipation.

Then she saw the handsome face staring down at her with a smile. He moved closer. She knew him well. Strands of his hair brushed her face. He was close, smiling at her.

She tried to bite his hand to remove it. Both her hands were pinned behind her head, held tightly. She tried kicking him with her legs, but it was useless.

He spoke. His voice was calm, and the warm breath brushing her cheeks soothed her slightly.

"Shhhe… Don't scream."

Cyn removed his hand from her mouth. Astrida began to gasp for air.

"Haaah! Haaah… Cy—Cyn?! You've lost your mind?! What do you think you're doing?!"

Slaaap!

Cyn felt a slap on his right cheek. It came from Astrida.

Astrida opened her lips to unleash another wave of curses—but they were sealed again.

This time, by his own lips.

Astrida felt Cyn's hot kiss, his saliva seeping into her mouth, his tongue forcefully playing with hers.