Eli wiped the crimson stain from his lips, his gaze shifting between Arlyne and Pearl, who appeared poised for conflict.
"Alright, Guys. Enough!!" Eli interjected, positioning himself between the two women. Despite his efforts, they remained fixated on each other, their silent exchange crackling with unspoken accusations:
Arlyne's eyes flickered with a fiery intensity, silently conveying her frustration: 'What you want, Bitch? Why do you insist on bitching in the affairs of others?'
Pearl's response was equally charged, sent her spark... her gaze ablaze with defiance: 'Who are you calling Bitch, Bitch?'
Arlyne retorted sharply, her spark laced with contempt: 'Of course, it's you Bitch! You're the one who continuously interferes without regard for consequence'.
Pearl's response was swift and cutting: 'You dare insult the Princess of Atlantis? You fucking Bitch!! and Of course, I am not meddling in other's business.'
'Then why did you meddle in our business, Bitch!' Arlyne's sword gleamed in the dim light, poised to strike.
'You Fucking Bitch! He is not 'other'... He is my target!! I'm supposed to get close to him, seduce him and, make him fall for me!!' Pearl's voice dripped with determination as she levelled her spear at Arlyne.
'Wait... what? Weren't you saying just days ago that you two weren't even together?' Arlyne's confusion mingled with her anger, her grip tightening on her weapon.
'Of course not!! , you fucking bitch!! We are not dating!!' Pearl's denial was forceful, her resolve unyielding as she held Arlyne's gaze.
'.... Then what the fuck are you bitching about?' Arlyne's brow furrowed in frustration, her own feelings muddled in the chaos.
'....'
Pearl lost in the eye-sparking contest... However, Pearl remained steadfast despite losing ground in the eye-sparking contest. With unwavering determination, she initiated a new round, locking eyes with Arlyne once more, 'Why are you so close to him, You fucking bitch! Did you fall in love with him or what?'
'.....'
Arlyne flinched, her composure momentarily shaken by Pearl's probing question. As she searched for an answer within herself, she found none, grappling with her own conflicting emotions and uncertainties.
'D-Did I fall in l-love with him?' The question echoed in Arlyne's mind, a whisper of doubt that she couldn't ignore. Yet, a reminder of his existing wives pulled her back from the brink of contemplation, and with a shake of her head, she pushed aside those tumultuous thoughts, burying them beneath a facade of determination...
And just as they were about to resume their intense exchange, a sharp sound disrupted the tension.
'Thud'
'Thud'
Arlyne could already envision her potential downfall.... Her death. But before she could dwell further on her impending consequences, her thoughts were abruptly interrupted,
"~Ahhh~"
Arlyne's moan escaped her lips involuntarily as she felt Eli's fangs sink into her neck, a surge of sensation coursing through her body. Her hands instinctively found their way to his hair, gripping it tightly as her legs trembled beneath her, the rush of arousal evident in the transparent liquid that flowed between her legs.
"E~Eli~" Arlyne's voice was laced with seduction, her cheeks flushed crimson as she became increasingly aware of the intimate liquid between her legs. With a mixture of desire and embarrassment, she clenched his hair, pressing her body closer to his, as if seeking solace or fulfilment from him.
Meanwhile, Eli remained focused, his attention unwavering as he continued to drink her blood while employing his breathing technique to facilitate the flow within his veins.
His actions were driven by a sense of purpose, fueled by the memory of Prisania, the Former assassin turned maid who then turned into a maniac who had harboured a fatal obsession for him.
Her bloodline had been triggered by just drinking his blood, awakening her dormant succubus bloodline.
Though Eli was still grappling with the mystery behind his own blood, he harboured a tentative hypothesis: Mingling his blood with Arlyne's might grant him access to her bloodline ability and if he did get it.....
Then, he was acutely aware of the potential dangers inherent in such experimentation, knowing that possessing the ability to copy bloodlines would make him a coveted target for kidnapping and exploitation.
"Arlyne," Eli paused, his gaze meeting hers as he observed the flush that coloured her features, her breathing heavy with anticipation.
"~ha~Yehsss~" Arlyne's response was breathless, her affirmation laden with a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty.
"Show me the other side," Eli's voice commanded, cutting through the intimate atmosphere.
"Hmm," Arlyne nodded in acknowledgement as she released her sealing spell, her body undergoing a startling transformation into a she-hulk-like form.
'Gulp'
Eli couldn't help but gulp audibly, his throat dry with a mixture of desire and apprehension. If not for Pearl's piercing dead fish eyes.... he was certain he would have succumbed to his baser instincts at that moment.
Exerting control over his raging hormones, Eli rose to Arlyne's level, his gaze lingering on her panting yet alluring form. With a mixture of awe and restraint, he took in her powerful physique and seductive presence.
"!!" Arlyne flinched as Eli drew closer to her, her teary eyes inadvertently fixating on his lips. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she unconsciously licked her own, anticipation coursing through her veins.
With just inches separating them, the air crackled with tension as they locked eyes, each lost in the other's gaze. Eli's voice, laced with seduction and desire, broke the silence.
"Arlyne~" His whisper sent a shiver of excitement coursing through her body, her senses heightened by the promise of what was to come.