Reaper of the Martial World

Book 2: Chapter 47: Take Me

Jade sent a gaze towards the terrace the elders and headmasters sat in, almost feeling the tension from her place underneath them. Jade had always been sensitive to things like that, it was part of why she was able to read Dyon so well, even feeling his sadness when he mentioned his mother, despite how good Dyon had gotten at hiding it. Ever since her meeting with Dyon, she had felt the stirring of a brewing storm.

She could only sigh, turning her attention back the area her and the geniuses were in. The area was actually an interruption in the seating areas of the coliseum. Split into and upper and lower area, the geniuses were actually in a lobby type area with a partial covering above to separate them from the elders above them.

They sat in discreet groups, but it was clear that Jade and her group of beauties were the center of attention. After almost two decades of life, Jade had long since learned to ignore this. As did her friends Celine and Opal.

The girls were a beautiful arrangement of complimentary colors. Jade was dressed in her normal stainless white gown that hung loosely to her outrageous curves. Celine’s golden hair seemed to glide gently back and forth across her shoulders along with the wind, wearing a beautiful yellow dress. It had an elegant design, revealing her slender shoulders, but delicately gracing her neck with a flowery arrangement. Opal was the more reserved and petite of the three. Her hair and eyes were both a deep and dark green. The light green dress that accompanied her seemed like the perfect choice. It was short, but somehow still conservative and pure, the edges ending in puffs of greenery.

All three were beauties of differing temperaments. It was only natural that they’d be the centers of attention no matter where they went.

Celine wore a devious smile, still poking and prodding at Jade for answers about why she insisted on attending, “you still won’t tell us Jade?”

Opal looked over at her long-time friend curiously, she too wanted to know.

“what are you two so anxious for? Today has nothing to do with the reason I’ve been dragging you two around. We’re picking out those who’ll lead in this generation’s campaigns,” Jade smiled lightly, feigning ignorance.

“As if we’d believe you. We have no need to give Zaltarish any face, so why would you have to come today? Just because he said so?”

Jade sighed, “if we’re lucky, maybe we’ll get to see the birth of something new today.”

Suddenly, an unwanted interruption barged into the conversations of the ladies, “fairies,” a young man bowed respectfully, “my little brother was honored to have you attend his conquering of the first year’s assessments.”

Jade looked over to see a young man Dyon would have recognized as Benes, followed by Ryba, a girl and what looked like Benes’ younger brother. It seemed that his younger brother, Sebastian Benes, was the champion of the first years. Although Benes was smart enough to know that it was impossible for the beauties of their school to have gone to the first-year assessments just for his brother, the true reason didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that this was a simple way to breach conversation with these ladies without seeming as though he was trying too hard. Who wouldn’t want an amiable relationship with these women?

Jade smiled, understanding the intentions of Benes, “Jonas Benes, right? It was my honor to watch my juniors, I had a great time.”

Jade had no reason to disrespect Jonas’ kind intentions, so she could only accept his attempts at conversation. Although the Benes family didn’t have status as high as the major families, as members of the sub-families, their importance to the kingdom couldn’t be understated. While the major families were responsible for the academies, the sub-families were responsible for the 3 largest guilds in the kingdom: the alchemy guild, the formation guild, and the blacksmithing guild. With campaigns being as important as they were, it was safer to overestimate the importance of these guilds as opposed to understating them. Although other kingdoms had other important guilds, like beast taming guilds for instance, the Elvin Kingdom had always focused on just those three, maximizing their effectiveness.

Jonas smiled, appreciating Jade’s decorum, ‘if I could marry her, wouldn’t that be fantastic?’

He nodded slightly towards Celine and Opal. He didn’t want to seem as though he would take any of these beauties, he wanted to give the impression that although all of them were beautiful, that he only had Jade in his eyes. To him, this was a clever tactic, but with Jade’s astuteness, she was well aware that if Celine or Opal showed interest, Jonas would without a doubt reciprocate. However, she didn’t let this show. At the very least, Jonas was more refined than others, on the surface anyway.

Jonas, knowing that he shouldn’t drag out this interaction, decided it was best to withdraw for now, “I’ll keep this interaction in my heart. It was a pleasure to speak with you. I only wanted to introduce myself and my younger brother. Since you’re all here, I look forward to performing for you,” Jonas bowed slightly, turning and taking his entourage away.

Once they were gone, Celine giggled, “he’s quite the playboy,” she said deviously, “it was clear he’s had relations with that girl behind him, but she showed not an ounce of displeasure. He sure knows how to train ‘em, no?”

Opal scrunched her delicate eyebrows, but she could only sigh as she was quite used to the raunchiness of her two friends.

Jade smiled, “his etiquette is not bad. At the very least, he hides his lust better than others,” Jade said knowingly.

Celine pouted in mock anger, “I saw him trying to pretend as though Opal and I didn’t exist. One small giggle and he’d break easily. I wonder if the apple of your eye would break as easily,” Celine grinned, trying to pry into Jade’s thoughts once again.

For the first time, Jade decided to drop a hint, “if he was here, he wouldn’t hold back in flirting with all three of us. Yet, he’d do so without a drop of impurity in his eyes,” Jade said softly, looking out towards the distance, “it seems like the geniuses of the other academies have decided to arrive…”

However, Celine didn’t seem to care, much more intrigued by Jade’s analysis, “not a drop of impurity?… how could a man not lust after us?” she asked in confusion.

Jade chuckled, “who said anything about him not lusting?”

This just confused Opal and Celine even more, but it didn’t seem like Jade was intent on explaining. Instead, she said something that spurred the competitive fire of even the docile and petite Opal, “he may lust after you all, but something tells me that even if we lay before him naked and defenseless, he wouldn’t raise a single finger towards us. That’s how deep the love in his heart is,” she said softly.

A gust of wind raged through the coliseum as shimmering lights of a teleportation formation formed in the center of the arena. Soon, a group of 6 figures blinked into existence.

The regular students and citizens of the Elvin Kingdom couldn’t help but hold their breath under the pressure of these 6 young men and women.

Zaltarish was the first to make a move, his black changpoa fluttering slightly in the wind along with his sleek black hair. Taking a step forward, he bowed towards the above terrace, “I apologize for our late arrival elders, I hope we haven’t missed any of the proceedings.”

Headmaster Acacia sneered within his heart. He’d let Zaltarish figure out for himself that his plan to arrive after Acacia Academy’s assessment had completed had failed.

In place of his master, Aeson Acacia’s voice came out from within the space below the terrace, not bothering to step out, “if you’d like to witness the proceedings, you can sit within the audience, or you can sit among us here. You haven’t missed anything, Master has yet to announce the start of our assessment,” his voice was faint, yet held a powerful disdain and pride.

Although Zaltarish was a bit disappointed that his plan had failed, it didn’t matter too much. What really bothered him was the fact an orphan had the audacity to speak with him like this. But, he felt it was beneath him to show displeasure for such an insignificant figure, so, he ignored it. Deciding to instead smile and nod appreciatively.

Turning towards his fellow geniuses from Mathilde and Florence Academy, he smiled again towards a particularly striking and seductive beauty: Mithrandir Norville. Although many had been stifled by the arrival of the geniuses, after the initial shock, not a single pair of eyes could be found looking anywhere else but towards her.

She constantly wore a playful smile, coquettishly luring everyone’s gaze towards her. Her hair was a pure white, without impurities and blemishes. Her eyes were like red and clear rubies that seemed to twinkle from every angle. Her dress was tight, short and revealing, leaving little to the imagination. Despite the purity of her hair, everything else about her couldn’t be further from it. Her chest nearly spilled out of her dress, a deep ravine of soft flesh that gently bounced with her every movement. Her hips were wide and flexible, seductively enticing gulps from even some women. Her ass was plump and soft, nearly falling out of her short dress. And yet, in all of this, no movement seemed to let anyone see anymore than what she wanted them to see.

Despite the beauty of Jade, Celine and Opal, whether it was because Mithrandir was so seductive, or because she was truly more beautiful, their lights seemed to have dimmed.

Mithrandir pretended not to notice the hot gaze of Zaltarish, and instead held onto a close friend of hers that seemed to be the polar opposite. Although she was just as seductive in her wardrobe choices as Mithrandir, whether it be her eyes, hair, or wear, they were all a deep blue. Together, they walked towards the beauties of Acacia Academy, ignoring the stares of the men around them.

Celine smiled, welcoming them, “Mithrandir, Primrose, it’s good that you’re here. It was getting stuffy with all the testosterone,” the girls giggled, lost in their own world.

It seemed like the concerns and tensions of the academies and kingdom had nothing to do with them. They had been friends since they were young, they would hardly decide to close off their friendships for something that was still so abstract.

Zaltarish didn’t seem too bothered by Mithrandir’s ignoring him, he instead smiled towards the terrace, and walked towards its lower level along with the rest of the male geniuses, none willing to lose to the other. Unyielding and arrogant.

Soon, all of the geniuses were seated in their own little groups.

“You must be quite confident in your manifestation to set all of this up to show off Zaltarish, I hope you have the skill to back that up,” sneered a young man with striking red hair that Dyon would immediately recognize as the disgusting man who tried to take little Lyla away.

A small smile played on Zaltarish’s features, “of course, Ores. Maybe I’ll be less confident when the words I painted in the sky disappear.”

The geniuses froze when they heard this. Although they disliked the idea of Zaltarish having a better manifestation than them, they couldn’t deny that the impact of his manifestation far surpassed theirs.

A young man whose hair was long, and the lightest shade of green laughed lightly, “it’s a shame. To have such a manifestation and yet still not receive the favor of Mithrandir.”

Zaltarish sneered on the inside. Only he was fully aware that he was already betrothed to Mithrandir. In fact, he had been for a long while. The Norville family usually chose partners early since it was very beneficial for their Singularity Type Technique. The only exceptions were their utmost geniuses, who chose later in life. Although Mithrandir qualified to be among their utmost geniuses, it was all the more reason why Zaltarish was chosen as her partner. This was only kept secret because marriages between major families had never occurred. Often, they would inter-marry among distant branches of their families, meticulously ensuring that those branches never tangled too much. Separations of 5 or more generations was usually within acceptable limits.

Now, affairs were a completely different question. While the main spouse was chosen among branches, in order to maintain separate branches to sustain the main bloodlines, relations between different major families and even sub families weren’t rare. The reason the latter option wasn’t a possibility for a primary spouse, was because this significantly dropped the percentage of a child manifesting the major family’s bloodline. This sustaining of the main bloodlines is what was responsible for every true member of a major family having a distinctive hair color and eye color, although these were only the surface results. The more important results had to do with their manifestations and innate constitutions. Meaning, it was very possible for a commoner to share their hair and eye color but have none of the benefits.

Thus, an initial marriage between branches was necessary to make sure a child carrying the main bloodline was born. Then, extramarital affairs were practiced, despite their low chance of producing a child of the main bloodline, it was ensured that should such a child be born, they’d be able to start a new branch of the major family so that future primary spouses were always abundant.

In layman’s terms. A union between members of the same major family meant a near 100% certainty that the child would carry their main bloodline. A union between members of differing major families was practically a toss up as to which bloodline would be manifested. A union between a member of a major family and a sub family would result in a higher likelihood of the bloodline of the sub family being manifested since, while the percentage chance of a major bloodline manifestation would drop. And so on and so forth.

This aside, it went without question how game changing a marriage alliance could be. It went beyond just an extramarital affair. Which was why the relationship of Mithrandir and Zaltarish was kept secret. It wasn’t yet the right time to reveal such a connection.

A young man who seemed to be sharp and serious with his black hair and eyes, actually burst out into a laugh, “Mithrandir… She’ll definitely be one of my partners, even if it takes a thousand years, I must taste her!”

Zaltarish sneered, “so bold Darcassan, why don’t you go tell her that?”

Darcassan paled, glaring at Zaltarish, “you know exactly what happens every time someone tries to flirt with her. Do you think I want to end up as a dog? Wagging my tail on all fours? If you’re so eager, you go.”

A light green hair male laughed, “I, Kymil, have never been afraid of such a thing. It’s only about waiting for the right opportunity. You can’t possibly interrupt a woman while she’s enjoying a chat with her friends, right? The best time is after you’ve helped them with something difficult.”

Ores shook his head, sneering, “how is that any different from being a dog wagging their tail? Knowing Mithrandir’s manifestation, what male would dare have thoughts on her? You’d immediately become a slave to your desires and follow her around like a slave. Do you want your elders to have to ask the Norville family for mercy again, Kymil?”

Kymil’s face darkened, “hmph, that’s happened to each of you as well. Even our elder brothers have fallen slave to her at some time or another. Why would you try and pretend like it’s only ever been me?”

Darcassan’s laughter rang out again, “you happen to be the most recent, that’s all. How was it Kymil? Did she at least let you wash her underwear?”

Kymil could only grit his teeth, not wanting to remember the most humiliating thing he’d ever experienced. He had tried to flirt with Mithrandir, only for her manifestation to make him completely lose his mind. If it wasn’t for the Nodin family elders, who knew how long it would have been before he regained his senses, or she allowed him to go.

Zaltarish sat, smiling at all of this. Although he had once fallen under Mithrandir’s spell as well, it was obvious that she wouldn’t do something too bad to her future husband. She only made him hand wash some of her undergarments and rub her feet, which was definitely not a bad experience at all.

Time passed by slowly. After half an hour, the elders and geniuses were beginning to get restless.

Due to the inclining nature of the coliseum, it was quite easy for the geniuses to see the elders above them and vice versa. So, it was all the clearer how inactive headmaster Acacia was. He seemed to have no care in the world, content to sit and make idle talk with the elders he deemed worthy to speak to.

When grand elder Cormyth was about to ask about the start of the tournament again, a light laughter filled the coliseum.

“You can’t be serious, he was that much of an idiot?” Ri was smiling brightly, drifting slowly into the coliseum beside Dyon.

“Truly, he stepped out with his slaves right in front of the Ragnor clan’s idiot, Elof. Only thing I regret is that even in his death, he had no idea that he brought about the destruction of his branch,” Dyon shook his head.

They seemed oblivious to their surroundings, happily chatting. The geniuses raised their eyebrows. They knew Ri, although they weren’t very familiar with her since she often didn’t appear in public for unknown reasons, but the handsome young man made those who had sharper senses feel a faint pressure.

Jade’s eyes brightened, which was immediately noticed by Celine, “that’s him?”

Jade was startled by Celine’s quick-wittedness, and could only nod, not shifting her gaze from Dyon.

Mithrandir looked over in interest, her eyes narrowing once she felt the pressure coming off of Dyon. It didn’t seem like he was trying. The arrogance dripped off of him like it was engrained in his being. He was arrogance and arrogance was him. There was no separating the two.

“He’s quite handsome, Jade. Why didn’t you tell me you found a toy to play with,” Mithrandir said coquettishly.

Primrose’s blue eyes shone with interest, looking towards Mithrandir, “our generation’s number one beauty is interested in a boy? Be careful, or you might get him killed before he has a chance to become worthy of something like that.”

Suddenly Opal noticed something, causing her to take a breath in surprise, “he’s human?” her voice was soft, but everyone seemed to hear it.

Almost at once everyone turned their attention to Dyon’s ears, immediately noticing the lack of a distinct sharpness.

Zaltarish, who had turned his attention away from Dyon, suddenly turned back, realizing that he was indeed human. His eyes narrowed, his disdain increasing. But, he suddenly noticed that Ores’ face had frozen.

“Ores?” Zaltarish wasn’t even the first to have the opportunity to ask, Kymil was already waving his hand in front of Ores’ face.

Ores didn’t seem to notice, all he said was, “he’s not simple…” he grit his teeth, remembering the interaction between him and Dyon. Even back then, he felt a ridiculous pressure coming from this human boy. But, now it seemed that that pressure had only grown.

Despite this, his battle intent flared, his Grimbold blood raging like a tsunami within him. He grinned fiercely, his blood lust and aura ingulfing the area as Dyon flew over them.

Everyone seemed to notice Ores’ rage. Although Ores had allowed his mount to run that day, it wasn’t because he was scared of Dyon. What Grimbold would ever be scared? He was only embarrassed at being found out. But, today was different. He’d have his fill of this kid who thought he could say such things to a Grimbold.

Despite this, Dyon didn’t seem to care too much. Content to chat with Ri as he leveled out the defensive array with the upper terrace.

“Uncle Acacia! Sorry I’m late, did I miss anything?” Dyon’s smile beamed.

Uncle Acacia could only chuckle, ‘this kid sure knows how to make an entrance.’

“of course, you have. You missed the first-year assessments. The second-year assessments. And the third-year assessments. Only to finally show up for the fourth-year assessments. Did you think that you’d be able to participate here?” Uncle Acacia had every intention of letting Dyon shine here today, but he decided to have a bit of fun with him. But, Dyon’s response only made him burst out into a robust laughter.

“Isn’t it only fourth years Uncle Acacia? They’d have to be even older than that to make me fear them,” Dyon said with a wide smile.

Elder Flyleaf and Erunonidan who were up in the clouds chuckled at Dyon’s words.

Sebastian, who was sitting below Dyon currently, narrowed his eyes. His fists tightened in frustration, ‘from headmaster Acacia’s words, this was the boy they were waiting for? Not me? What’s so great about him?”

Ryba, who was near by Sebastian was angered as well. But, he knew about as well as anyone could, that Dyon was indeed a genius. Without any cultivation, Dyon’s soul was already above his own. Although Ryba wasn’t a genius, he was substantially older than Dyon. To the point where he was approaching his 30s. He followed Jonas for exactly that reason: he couldn’t accomplish anything on his own.

Students like Ryba, who had far surpassed their fourth year with no real accomplishments, were only meant to become part of the armies led by the true geniuses selected to lead campaigns. He was used to this, and ready to do his duty. But, he couldn’t help but hate the fact a human was better than he was.

Below, people sneered.

“Just another boastful boy who thinks his lower regions are more robust than they really are. Is there a need to be so infatuated?” Primrose shifted her gaze back and forth between Mithrandir and Jade, but they didn’t seem to be listening. Light smiles graced their faces as though this was exactly what they expected from Dyon.

“Why were you two so late? I sent Ri hours ago,” Uncle Acacia said playfully as though he was trying to insinuate something.

Ri rolled her eyes at her father, “he was sleeping, so I waited for him to wake up. Nothing more, nothing less.”

These words may not have meant much to anyone else, but it did to Dyon, ‘she waited outside my door for hours just because I was sleeping?’ he smiled, ‘she’s adorable.’

Uncle Acacia chuckled lightly at this before turning towards the other elders and headmasters, “it seems we’re ready to begin, no?”

Headmaster Cormyth was ready to burst. Not only was there a human boy standing on the same level as him, a privilege even Zaltarish didn’t have, it was now quite clear that they had been waiting all this time for just him.

His heart went cold, he knew he didn’t need to send messages to the geniuses below to show no mercy, he could already feel their battle intent boiling. But, he felt the need to do something himself, so his soul pressure rushed out, attempting to make Dyon kneel in fear. It wasn’t a malicious attack, only a suppression of the soul. No matter how mad he was, he would remember his status as a headmaster.

Dyon’s eyes sharpened, immediately feeling what was going on.

The geniuses below felt headmaster Cormyth’s anger and sneered in delight.

However, the moment they were looking for didn’t come. Dyon’s Devour skill had reached the peak of the first stage: perfection. If headmaster Cormyth wanted to crush him, sure, it would be easy. But a suppression? That would never work. Dyon pretended he didn’t notice anything, unwilling to offend an elder for no real reason. He, at the very least, appreciated that it wasn’t a malicious attack.

He instead smiled at headmaster Cormyth before turning back to Uncle Acacia, “alright Uncle Acacia, let’s do this then,” about to lower himself into the crowd of geniuses below.

However, Ri didn’t seem intent to join him, instead jumping from the array and into the upper terrace to stand by her father.

The geniuses and elders could only stare in awe by Dyon’s unwavering attitude. Secretly impressed that he chose to save headmaster Cormyth’s face by not exposing him. But, this only made Cormyth angrier. It was almost as though he could feel people thinking that a junior was more magnanimous than him.

All this said, in typical Dyon fashion, he pretended not to notice. His eyes instead brightening when he noticed the table of beauties, causing them to giggle lightly. It was always nice to be appreciated by men as handsome as Dyon.

The male geniuses looked on at Dyon in disdain, even to the point of scrutinizing him for wearing something like a t shirt and sweat pants.

Dyon smiled at Jade, “silver-fairy… it only makes sense that you’d surround yourselves with such beauties. Seductive beauties, petite beauties, mischievous beauties… why should I fight if I could just sit here with you all?”

The beauties all seemed to turn a slight shade of red, causing the men to tremble in anger. One beauty blushing? Sure. But 5 at once? Could there be anything so unfair in the world?

Ri looked down at Dyon, shaking her head with a ‘really?’ expression on her face.

Dyon didn’t feel like finding a chair, so he had long since been preparing a small-scale creation array, forming a chair right in front of him and causing everyone around to look on in interest. Everyone had their own speculations on where the chair came from. But, Dyon’s array alchemy mastery reaching the master level was the furthest from everyone’s thoughts.

Dyon smiled, well aware of the reaction his demonic will had on most women now, “will you introduce me?”

Jade smiled, “these are all my close friends. You must treat us well. No being bad,” she giggled.

Celine looked into Dyon’s eyes with interest. She couldn’t help but admit that everything Jade said made sense. Despite his flirting and what he said, his eyes always remained clear. As though there was nothing that could affect him should he have a goal in mind.

The boys to the side sneered all thinking the same thing, ‘I hope you’ll enjoy being controlled by Mithrandir.’

Introducing all the girls one by one, even Jade couldn’t help but spend a slightly longer time introducing Mithrandir, which made Dyon’s eyes wander.

He inwardly frowned, feeling Mithrandir trying to subtly effect his soul and sway him.

Dyon got up, walking to Mithrandir, causing the boys to almost stand up and cheer in anticipation.

“you’re quite interesting,” he said softly, looking directly into her shining red eyes.

Without Dyon noticing, Mithrandir’s manifestation had appeared.

An elegant and majestically white scaled snake appeared, leering domineeringly. Its eyes shone as red as its wiggling tongue.

It shifted in the air, moving to wrap itself around Dyon, slightly rubbing against his lower regions, causing a growl to escape.

Jade could only watch bitterly as Dyon slowly fell into Mithrandir’s trap. Ri frowned, but it was too late to help Dyon now.

Sebastian sneered, ‘you thought you were so great, look at you now.’

Uncle Acacia could only smile bitterly as he watched headmaster Cormyth chuckle lightly, ‘some trials you have to face yourself…’

The white scaled snake suddenly shivered, bright silver wings exploding from its back as everyone looked on.

A collective breath seemed to be pulled into everyone as the watched. This was a mutation unique to Mithrandir. Although she had used a Unique Type Technique due to her confidence, her true manifestation ended up matching her the very first Norville in history, causing her to be the pride of her family.

The geniuses sneered, ‘it looks like Mithrandir has a new slave.’

Dyon took a step forward, edging towards Mithrandir. To everyone else, this was just Mithrandir’s wish. But to her, she couldn’t help but frown.

Looking into Dyon’s hazel-green eyes, Mithrandir seemed lost for a while in his purity. His eyes hadn’t fogged over, and his will hadn’t diminished. He simply walked to Mithrandir until he was nearly right on top of her. He pulled her chair from the table, placing her right in front of himself and leaning into her ear, “if you wanted to play, you could have just asked.”

Mithrandir lost focus. Dyon’s hot breath brushed against her ear, causing her manifestation to fade out of existence.

Everyone looked on in confused, ‘is it over?’

Dyon reached his hand up, celestial will circulating along with his aurora, “since you want to play, let’s play,” he lightly touched Mithrandir’s arm, slowly moving up it.

Mithrandir’s body immediately flushed, an incomparable feeling flooding into her. A moan escaped her lips against her will, but she just couldn’t stop her legs from squeezing together, trying her hardest to control herself.

Everyone gulped, watching Mithrandir’s incomparably sexy figure writhe with pleasure.

Dyon’s hand continued to travel, lightly flicking Mithrandir’s hard nipple from on top of her dress.

“mmmm,” Mithrandir was feeling too good to be embarrassed. She was lost in a world of pleasure she had never felt before.

Dyon had never left her ear, softly whispering into it again, “what do you want?”

“I – I – ,” Mithrandir couldn’t seem to find the words. Her breath was hurried and short. Her skin was flushed so red that it nearly matched her dress and eyes. Sweat started to drip down the ravine of her cleavage that bounced with every breath.

Dyon’s hand reached her hips, continuing to lightly rest on her thighs before creeping up to the hem of her short skirt.

The beauties around him didn’t know what to do. They couldn’t help but flush red just from the residual effects of Dyon’s aurora and celestial will. They could only imagine how Mithrandir felt at the moment.

Everyone was stunned. Some still believed that this was what they seductive beauty wanted. But, even if it was, the geniuses had long since lost their smile. Even Zaltarish hadn’t been allowed to do these things to Mithrandir.

“Take me,” Mithrandir nearly gasped these words out. Lunging forward, she grabbed onto Dyon’s crotch. Dyon could only smile faintly as the hand he had on her thigh, was invaded by a sweet wetness.