SWNOVELS Chapter 93 - Cathy Disappears
Tanya's
POV.
I don't really remember how I woke up this morning. All I remember is that I was the little spoon, and as soon as Marco roused from his slumber, he decided to fulfill his role as the big spoon. I girlishly giggle trying to run away, saying that we need to get up to start the day.
Course Marco cares little for my logical arguments. "I don't like to use my royal title as an excuse. But in this case, I will. The world can wait on us for once. We're royals." I gasp in laughter. "Marco!"
"Nu uh, I want you. And I will have you," despite my flailing, I finally surrender to his lustful impulse. I allow him to press my body flush against his, spooning me again. And as he fiddles with his boxers, I find my desire rising down below, my wolf growing hormonally impatient despite my initial protest.
Finally, I feel the head of his length press against my hole, and I suck in a breath when he proceeds to push it in deep. "Fuck yes..." he moans. I'm tight, and I find myself clenching round his member, which only intensifies the noises he's making.
Eventually we both find ourselves in a steady rhythm. And with the curtains drawn, the only sound emitting from the darkened room is the slapping sounds created from Marco's hard thrusts against my bare bum. "You're so hormonal," I tease. Marco in response only angles himself better, his length touching my sweet spot and forcing another moan to escape me. "Horny," I retort.
He throws an arm over my body, clasping one of my breasts in a tight squeeze. "Sexy," he purrs. "Feral," I moan.
"Gorgeous," he whispers. I smile as he slams into me harder and harder, our moans rising to the same volume of the skin smacking.
Till a voice echoes from outside the door. "Mummy! Daddy!" the handle jiggles, but inevitably doesn't budge, and I praise the Moon Goddess that I locked it.
"Shit," As he speaks, his hard on softens with such suddenness. It's almost comical, if it wasn't for the fact my innocent daughter is standing outside the door. And someone else now joins her. I hear the maid speaking, trying to prevent my child from forcing her way into the room. But of course, like her father, she's stubborn.
"Why won't you let me go in to find mommy and daddy? I'm allowed to!"
I hear the maid only able to awkwardly say that her parents are just busy. But we both know that isn't going to deter her for long. "Why is she so insistent?" says Marco, breathing into my ear as he's still pressed against me.
"Cause she's stubborn... just like her father," Marco groans as I chuckle. But we both freeze as the door handle jiggles again, only this time more furiously. Marco slips out of me and the two of us spring out of bed, and rush to get dressed. Eventually we greet Claire at the door, giving her all the love and attention she desired from us, before sending her off to school. The two of us then end up in the kitchen, and after I brew us some coffee, we sit down to obviously talk about the past couple of days.
"I don't think that was the last time will be seeing, Dorian, Eric and Lily," says my husband. "Something tells me they're prepping for another fight with us. A final fight."
I sigh, hating the reality. Nevertheless, I decide to provide my thoughts on the previous incident. "That perfume Dorian used must've been a prototype of sorts. I guess he wanted my skills to make a special perfume, but I refused. So, they withdrew blood from me instead, so Lily could try and make the perfume Dorian wanted."
Marco nods. "The perfume obviously was made to try and enhance Dorian's black magic. I experienced the change as soon as he sprayed it on himself," I inhale a shaky breath as Marco continues. "Eric wants the throne. So, I have no doubt that their aim is to take down the Kingdom of Mador. I'll start training the soldiers immediately. We will need to prepare for war."
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A few weeks later Eric's POV.
Even if I am a Prince, Dorian treats me no differently to his rogue comrades when I'm training with him. He pushes me to go harder, to be faster, forcing both swiftness, and technical power out of me. Today's lesson ends with me feeling on a high. I brush sweat off my forehead as Dorian speaks.
"I believe that concludes all the powerful black magic that I can teach you within a short time frame. This combined with the perfume made to enhance your powers, and your lyc an abilities will be more than enough to defeat Marco. We should be ready to attack the Kingdom soon."
I barely register Dorian leaving the room. All I focus on is his words and his confirmation that we are ready. I am ready.
All my life, despite Marco's curse making me the heir by default. I was always reminded of it, would always bitterly overhear nobles and royals talk about how Marco's power far surpassed mine, and if it wasn't for his curse, I'd be all but forgotten. It wretched a hole in my heart and darkened my mind. I had the right to fight for what was also mine. And now, I can finally get rid of Marco for good!
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Dorian's POV.
I watch the Prince grow incredibly excited with the prospect of defeating Marco. But when I turn my back to him, I can't help the wicked smile that creeps onto my lips. I head out of the training room and down one of the halls. I won't deny Eric's intelligence. The prince is indeed connivingly malicious, using his brain over his brawn in ways that benefit him. However, his greed and pride leave him blinded to consequences of using dark magic. Not that I'm complaining really.
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The truth is. That in this world, nothing, even magic and dark power, isn't attained for free. Especially black magic. The world's magical forces must remain in balance, and if the sides are tipped, then sacrifices must be made to right them. There is no powerful black magic that can be learned so quickly, not without causing harm to oneself.
And so, all the magic I've been teaching Eric, are inferior black magic spells. Even though they do greatly enhance his power in a short period time, the reverse effect they will have on Eric's unaccustomed body will be equally as powerful, if not more damaging. Great magic takes a toll.
With this devious thought in mind, my thought process shifts onto a topic that's much more important right now. Revealing the perfume Lily made for me from my pocket, I casually toss the bottle up and down in my hand as I try to think. Originally, I had been hoping Tanya would make this perfume for me but since she adamantly refused, and I no longer had any leverage to force her, I let Lily try with Tanya's blood. But of course, Lily doesn't have the Montenero Family's talent for perfumery. Her repeated experiments and continual failures had been a grueling experience. But eventually, to my surprise, she was able to create a concoction. But it itself is barely passable.
Problem is, that its effectiveness is highly inferior to the real solution that Tanya is capable of creating. The black magic enhancement effect is far less than its truer version. And it also has a fatal flaw. Thirty minutes after use, the user experiences thirty seconds of intense weakness, leaving the user extremely exposed to attack.
But I don't settle for less. Never have and never will. And although there is no way to rectify this flaw in the perfume, I have another way to make up for it. With my plan in mind, I can't help the maniacal laughter that escapes me from growing excitement. They are all blind.
Eric especially. He overlooks, or never cares to wonder if my ultimate end goal is the same as his. Surprise surprise. It's not. Eric desires the death of Marco. I on the other hand, don't just want Marco dead, I want to entirely destroy the royal family, to watch them suffer, to watch them fall from their pedestal of grace and wealth. Marco said he could wipe my rogue pack out of existence. Little did he know I planned to demolish the royals and wipe them from all of history as the ruling family.
I have long known that there is a branch of black magic known as sacrificial black magic, where I can sacrifice the blood and power of a family member in order to grant myself great undefeatable power. But before then, I must do something important first.
Under the cover of midnight, I quietly slip away from my pack's territory alone, reappearing outside of what I believe to be Cathy's room. Peering through the window, I see my stepsister sleeping soundly, unalerted to my presence, nor did she have any knowledge that I existed.
I believe it's time I introduce myself.