The words almost sent Topan over the edge. He pulled out his fingers and grabbed Fuxiao by the ass, digging his hands in and positioning the wet cunt on his throbbing cock. He intended to go slow, to be gentle with Fuxiao, because this delicate man was someone so precious to him but the moment his tip squeezed into the tight hole, he lost all rationality and slammed the entire length in.

Fuxiao cried out at the sudden pain and pleasure. Shivers rolled through his entire body and he desperately hung onto Topan as the cock he had been yearning for slammed against his womb. “Topan…” Fuxiao moaned, “Harder, more, give me more.”

Topan could only comply. He bucked his hips up against Fuxiao’s straddle. Perhaps the two of them truly were animals, living on raw instincts. Strong arms wrapped around the slim body. Sharp fangs bite down on perky nipples. As if they were trying to melt into one another.

As waves of orgasms started to rise, Fuxiao’s eyes rolled back. Bloodline markings appeared on his face. The cracks extended down his body, accentuating his bulging belly where Topan’s large cock was buried in. Heat rose in his womb. His Bloodline drove him to survive, to live. Every cell in his body was aware of Topan’s heat. He was prepared to accept everything from this dominant man. His vagina clenched; his cervix opened and welcomed the hot cock shoved in.

The throbbing cock thrusted in and semen poured into Fuxiao, filling his hungry womb up. Cum and squirt drenched their thighs. He shuddered. His hips rolled on the monster cock, wanting more friction. His Bloodline whispered sweet nothings and his body succumbed to lust.

Under the blanket of darkness, they continued to mate like the beasts they were.

-

Out in the plains, the troop subdued the hudoqs before any of them could reach the gates. Lord Senjahari surveyed the bodies with sharp eyes.

“My Lord,” Setia approached Lord Senjahari. “We counted twenty seven of them.”

“Retrieve the black matter carefully and hand them over to Doctor Melati. Compile the reports. A summon to the Capital will arrive soon. I will head there immediately and leave the Boundary to you.” Lord Senjahari said. “There must be a reason for this unusual behaviour.”

“Could it be related to that prisoner? This happened when we brought him back.” Captain Taring said.

“Possibly.”

Captain Taring grimaced. “I knew we should have killed him.”

“At this point, we can’t.” Setia frowned. “Lord Senjahari has lost too much by keeping him alive. If we kill him now, all our efforts would have gone to waste. Doctor Melati still couldn’t find any solid conclusion from the experiments but with time, I’m sure she will…”

“A person who has lived in a constant state of Bloodrush for ten years and within the range of the plague… if we can find an answer or a clue from his body, we will have a chance to overturn this situation. Even if we have to cut him up into pieces, we will extract everything he is worth.” Lord Senjahari sheathed his sword.

“But is it really worth it?” Captain Taring couldn’t keep his anger down any longer. “You’ve lost half the Royal Troop! And to keep him alive as an experiment material, you gave up your rights to succession! Are you really backing out and letting Prince Wiracaya and Princess Kipassalju fight for the throne?!”

Lord Senjahari fell quiet.

“My Lord,” Setia began. “For this, I am on Captain Taring’s side. I believe you are the best candidate for the crown. You don’t engage in excessive wars and invasions as Prince Wiracaya does. You don’t spend absurd amounts of gold for personal use as Princess Kipassalju does. Your every move is done for the people. You are seeking the solution to this plague to protect the people. You, My Lord, are still the rightful prince to me.”

Standing under the moonlight, Lord Senjahari’s dark hair reflected a blue sheen. “As you said, I wield my sword to protect the people. And to do that, I have to be out here in the frontlines. Not sitting on a throne within the Royal Palace. It doesn’t matter what my title is, as long as I breathe, I will continue to fight for my people.”

Just then, a soldier ran up to Lord Senjahari, a panicked expression on his face. “My Lord! We have an emergency!”

The dungeon prison lay empty with its door and bars shattered. It was an unimaginable escape by the monster thought to be on the brink of death, leaving behind only dried blood as proof of its existence.

“Impossible…” Captain Taring heard himself say. “How did no one stop it?!”

“My Lord, our deepest apologies.” Kirana was on her knees, forcing Yuda to bow alongside her.

“You were tasked to keep an eye on that rogue, yet you let both him and the prisoner escape?!” Captain Taring roared. The Lion Bloodline’s rage flooded the dungeon, “They even killed Siga and Nahin!”

Kirana kept her head low to the ground, brown feathers trembling in submission.

“Do not blame them, Captain.” Lord Senjahari said. “Kirana was assigned only to survey them and Yuda is still recovering. We were also assured that the experiments had left him exhausted but it is our mistake for overlooking how desperate a cornered beast could be.”

“My Lord,” Kirana spoke up. “It hasn’t been long since they ran and with that kind of injuries they shouldn’t be able to go far.”

Lord Senjahari directed his next command to his secretary. “Setia, find them.”

“Yes, My Lord.” 

“We’ll capture both of them. I’ll lead the soldiers to catch those bastards!” Captain Taring grew more agitated. “They’re likely to be hiding in Mataharisma or Suar.”

“No,” Lord Senjahari said in a cool tone. “If an army turns up in the town, it will cause more panic and fear to the people. They are already in distress with this sudden attack. And if we run a search, they will go further into hiding. I have to return to the Capital to report on this attack. Captain, I want you to take charge of the defence of the gates. Setia, track them down. Find them and capture them alive.”

“Alone, My Lord?” Setia gaped. “I am but a secretary.”

“Do you know why I’ve never appointed a personal knight?” Lord Senjahari directed his gaze at Setia.

“It’s because you are strong. So strong, that there is no need for a knight to be by your side.”

“That’s not correct.” Lord Senjahari placed a hand on Setia’s shoulder. “It’s because I have both of you. Taring and Setia. The fangs to attack the enemies, and the loyalty to stand up for justice. We each have our strengths and this is something only you can do. Because I trust you.”

The encouraging words left Setia flustered. “Very well, My Lord. I have received your command and shall see to it that the two of them are detained.”

Captain Taring clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction as he trudged after the group. “If I see him, I will at least break his legs.”

“And this is why Lord Senjahari stationed you here,” Setia commented, “You need to learn to keep your head cool.”

“We’re knights, we live by the sword!”

Setia shook his head. “To think I have to keep on working with you…”

Outside the barracks, Setia set up Lord Senjahari’s horse for his journey to the Capital while Captain Taring rejoined his soldiers to clean up the battle’s aftermath. Setia made quick preparations to head out to town.

Kirana knocked on the office door and walked in with Yuda by her side. “Sir, please allow us to be of assistance. I am deeply ashamed of my inability to stop them.”

“You did well for a surveillance.” Setia said, “Fighting head-on isn’t your strong point, do not force yourself.”

“Please let me kill them.” Yuda interrupted.

“Yuda!” Kirana shoved Yuda’s head down into a bow. “Watch your tongue!”

“I knew the moment I set eyes on him. He doesn’t react to anyone’s Bloodline but he doesn’t smell like a Dormant. He is… something else. He’s dangerous. We can’t just capture them. We have to kill them.”

Setia studied the two of them before sighing. “Fine. It will only be the three of us. We keep a low profile and catch them off-guard.”

“Yes, sir!” Kirana straightened up.

Yuda tilted his head. “Does this mean we have to go to the Dormants’ town?”

“Those same Dormants were once soldiers who fought alongside us.” Kirana shot back at him. “They may no longer have their Bloodline but they are still our comrades.”

Yuda laughed. “Comrades, my ass! Weaklings like them shouldn’t even be alive.”

“Yuda,” Setia glared at the injured soldier, “Do not cross the line.”

Although Yuda only followed Lord Senjahari’s commands, his Blood knew when to step back to ensure his own survival. With his injuries opening up again, he would easily be defeated by the Arowana Bloodline. Secretary? Book-keeping right-hand man of Lord Senjahari? A beautiful, fragile man with delicate hands that handled pens and papers?

Who the fuck would believe that?

Yuda knew firsthand how strong Setia was. On the day the Lord picked him up, he was beaten half to death by Setia. Although the Arowana Bloodline didn’t give Setia any enormous physical prowess, it allowed him to control water to his will. No matter how small the amount was, he could wield them into dangerous weapons that pierce through anything in his way.

How fearsome.

But not as strong as Lord Senjahari.