The Sinful Young Master-Chapter 245: Kissed by the beauties

"Nothing," Jolthar replied simply, unwilling to delve into the complexities of Hamen’s situation.

"Just a man who found hope in despair."

Then, seeking to change the subject, he asked, "So what now?"

Raayani’s lips curved into a smile that held promise and danger in equal measure. "Well, you have already dealt with what I came here for," she said, her voice taking on a seductive quality that hadn’t been present before. "So how about coming with me to Blue Rose? I can offer you my thanks."

The suggestive tone left little doubt as to the nature of the "thanks" she had in mind. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now held a warm invitation.

Before Jolthar could respond, Yoana stepped forward. "I, too, would welcome your company," the Dragon Queen offered, her ancient eyes holding secrets older than empires.

Jolthar pushed himself to his feet, brushing dust from his clothing.

Despite the tempting offers—and they were tempting, even to one as focused as he—duty called elsewhere.

"I would like to," he admitted, "but I need to go back to the barony."

Raayani’s smile didn’t falter. "All right," she conceded. "But the next time I see you, I will drag you away."

The playful threat carried undertones of genuine intention.

Without warning, she stepped forward stood in front of him. She held his face up close to hers. Her deep azure eyes staring deep into his.

Jolthar’s cheeks turned red and his heart started to beat faster. He was blushing harder. Then she pressed her lips against his. Her lips opening to close his, and she started to caress his lips, and in turn, he responded involuntarily. Their lips mashed up against each other.

The kiss was not brief or chaste—it lingered, carrying heat and promise.

When she finally pulled away, Jolthar stood momentarily dazed, unused to such bold advances.

Raayani winked as she stepped back, clearly pleased with the effect she had created.

"That was to make you remember me," she said as she licked her lips, liking the taste of him.

Not to be outdone, Yoana moved toward him with the grace of a predator. "We will talk about you the next time we meet," she said, her voice like honey over steel.

"Until then..."

She, too, kissed him, but her kiss was different—more sensual, more probing. She pushed her tongue inside his mouth, caressing his; a trace of her energy flowed inside.

Through the contact, she could feel the beast king’s power thrumming within him. This was no mere gesture of attraction; it was assessment, confirmation. She sought to verify what she suspected—that Na’rajina’s power had fully transferred to Jolthar, becoming part of his very essence.

There was no Na’rajina.

It was Jolthar and his power alone.

What she discovered satisfied her.

Na’rajina and she had a history which she didn’t like to dwell on, and learning of his demise totally made her elated, and the fact that Jolthar was now the beast king made her pleased.

The beast king’s power now belonged completely to Jolthar, integrated with his own unique energies in a way she had never witnessed before.

She smiled as she pulled away, a smile that held satisfaction and something more—anticipation, perhaps, for what this silver-haired youth might become.

"I will meet you again, young Jolthar," she promised.

Then, stepping back into an open space, her body began to transform.

The change was both beautiful and terrifying to behold—human form elongating, scales erupting across the skin, limbs reshaping into powerful legs and wings. Where the woman had stood now crouched a magnificent serpent dragon, its scales shimmering with colours that seemed to shift in the morning light.

Raayani watched the transformation with a flicker of jealousy crossing her features—not for the dragon form, but for the kiss that had preceded it. She was still suspicious about her words and now her actions too.

Still, she said nothing, maintaining her composure as befitting a woman of her standing.

When the transformation was complete, Raayani approached the dragon without fear. With practised ease, she climbed onto Yoana’s back, settling herself between the massive, spacious back.

The serpent dragon spread wings that seemed to catch fire in the sunlight, each membrane a canvas of impossible colours. With a powerful downstroke that sent dust and debris swirling across the hillside, they took to the air.

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Jolthar watched them ascend, two of the most dangerous and alluring beings he had ever encountered, now soaring away together. The sight was magnificent—the Dragon Queen in her true form, wings spread against the morning sky, the deadly Matriarch Raayani perched upon her back.

As they disappeared into the distance, Jolthar touched his lips, still feeling the lingering warmth of both kisses. The drake beside him made a sound that almost resembled laughter, prompting a rare smile from the young man.

"Not a word from you," he muttered to the creature, which responded by nudging him with its massive head.

The soldiers also watched what transpired here, and they were watching how the dragon took its flight, and they were dazed by the beautiful beings. But that didn’t last long, as they were back to their work.

The fire in the pit started to burn brighter as they lit up the bodies. The bodies of the dead men – they burnt them to avoid getting any contagious diseases. It was the norm after the war.

Remin had set up a camp in the meadows; until everything was settled, he would stay here. He ordered the men to bring the pouch and the severed limbs of Yilar to his tent.

Jolthar stood watching the meadows; stretching his arms, he thought it was about time he left. War was over, and he was no longer needed here. So he turned to his drake, Maelruth, and patted her, telling her it was time to get back.

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Meanwhile, Myron who was in the woods, a couple of miles from the city, he stopped as he walked away from the county. He was injured, not fatal but visible, hurt from the collapse of the rubble.

As he was sitting on a stone, under a tree, thinking deeply about Jolthar and about what happened here. He didn’t feel in the slightest bit of a hurry to the city of Avyaburgh. Elara had sent him a letter through a bird, telling him to come back quickly. She wanted to meet him.

If it was any other time, he would have rushed back to her, but now all his thoughts were occupied with his father and newfound enemy Jolthar.

As he was thinking, suddenly he felt a presence.

He turned to his right, where he saw a man on horseback, and another horse was accompanying it with no rider.

They were coming towards him.

Myron stood and put his guard up.

The man seemed to be in his late twenties, clean-shaven, with black hair and a dark liner under his eyes. He stopped before Myron and said with a big smile on his face, "Hello, little brother."