Chapter 523: I need to know the truth
His words hit her like a slap, her nipples hardening under his gaze. She wanted to fire back, but the threat of losing control again was too much.
With a humiliated whimper, her tongue darted out quickly, licking the cum off her lips. She scooped more with her fingers and sucked them clean with hurried, sloppy motions, her eyes lowered in shame.
Julian watched her with a sadistic glee, his hand still fisted in her hair. "That’s it, lick it all up." He slapped her cheek lightly with his cock, the smack echoing in the room as he rubbed the tip against her forehead.
"Missed a spot here... and here. Clean it properly."
Her hands obediently resumed their action, collecting the remnants of cum and popping them into her mouth.
"Please... no more," she pleaded between licks, but her voice came muffled by her own fingers.
"No, you’re not done yet," Julian growled, pushing two fingers into her mouth alongside hers, forcing her to suck them clean. He thrust them deeper, gagging her slightly, making her drool mix with the cum.
"Suck harder, Elder. Pretend it’s my cock."
After few minutes, he finally pulled his fingers out and wiped them on her breasts before pinching the sagging flesh roughly. His smirk slowly faded as he tucked his now-softening cock back into his trousers.
"Get up," he ordered, his eyes flicking down to the kneeling elder. "And get dressed. You look like a used rag."
Elder’s lips parted, but the weight of his words and the threat of Erica’s return kept her silent. She rose shakily, her legs unsteady, and moved to gather her discarded clothes. Her fingers fumbled as she dressed, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to her sweaty skin.
Julian leaned casually against the wall, silently watching her gather her composure. Once she was dressed, he straightened, his expression shifting from earlier mischief to something serious.
"Since you’re the wife of the village head, I’m certain your family has more information about the Heavens—their creation and the families that rule them... right?" he asked, his tone deceptively casual.
The elder stiffened. Her eyes flicked toward him, then quickly away. "Wh... what do you mean?" she stammered, voice unsteady.
Julian’s lips curled into a knowing smile. "You know exactly what I mean."
Her throat tightened. For a heartbeat, silence hung between them, the air charged with both fear and unspoken truths. She turned her face away, clutching at her clothes as though they might shield her from his gaze.
"We’re done here," she muttered, forcing steel into her voice, though her trembling betrayed her. "I’ll be leaving now."
But Julian didn’t move aside.
"Since you came here under the identity of Erica," he said slowly, "I’m sure you wouldn’t want the rest of the village to discover that... right?"
He waited for a moment, watching the fear flicker across her face, then walked leisurely toward the bed.
"You worked hard to wear that mask," he continued, sitting down on the edge. "Wouldn’t it be a shame if it slipped now?"
The elder swallowed hard, her legs refusing to move her forward or back. At last she bit down on her lip, anger flashing in her eyes.
"So first you humiliate me, use me as you please... And now you would stoop to blackmail?" She hissed, her eyes locking intently on his.
Julian only shrugged, his expression maddeningly casual. "What can I say? You walked right into it, didn’t you?"
Her eyes narrowed, and she turned her face aside with a roll of her eyes. "Cursed boy."
Julian chuckled softly at the insult. He leaned forward on the bed, resting his elbows on his knees.
"So... let’s make a deal. You answer what I ask, and we’ll pretend none of this ever happened."
The elder’s lips pressed into a thin line. For a moment, she remained silent, and then, with a bitter laugh, she finally replied.
"Well, if I could suck your cock and let you spill inside me like some cheap whore, what else could possibly surprise me? A few truths won’t break me any further."
Julian’s smile widened, his amusement clear. "Good," he said, his tone smooth as silk. "Then let’s start peeling back the layers, shall we?"
The elder’s shoulders stiffened, but she didn’t look away.
"But..." she whispered, voice trembling yet determined, "you have to promise me one thing."
Julian raised a brow, his lips curling as though he already knew what she was about to say.
"Hmm... go on."
She hesitated for a heartbeat, then after gathering what remained of her pride, she steeled herself and said it:
"You have to fuck me anytime I want."
For a moment, there was only silence. She could hear her heart raging in her chest, each beat loud enough to echo in her ears. Julian didn’t move. He only sat there, his head slightly tilted, his eyes fixed on her as though she were some strange, fascinating creature.
Finally, his lips parted.
"Anytime you want?" he said softly. "Very well. I’ll give you that."
She exhaled in relief, her heart fluttering shamefully at his response. The thought of having someone so young, so "blessed," all to herself, tending all her needs, was both exciting and appealing.
But then his voice hardened, dragging her back into the reality.
"But know this, Elder... Once you’ve bound yourself to me, there is no going back. You’ll be mine every time that hunger claws at you. Every. Single. Time."
She could feel the dangerous shiver that ran down her spine, not just from the words but from the finality in them. He had taken her bargain and twisted it into a cage—one that she was willingly trying to fall in.
"Now... tell me about the Heavens, the families ruling above us. Tell me what your husband has been hiding."
Her lips parted, then closed again. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely a whisper. "You don’t know what you’re asking, boy. Some truths aren’t meant to be spoken aloud."