Brewing Storm - Chapter 163

****Very MATURE CONTENT At Beginning****

Ramose captured his mate’s lips and tenderly kissed her, his breath mingling with hers, as their hearts beat in sync. Pushing her back, he laid her on the ground and covered her with his body. The Crimson Plants flared and swayed, depicting their passionate and burning hearts.

Ramose rubbed the two mounds, his breath coming out in short gasps, his entire body heating up. Slightly parting her legs, he settled in between and forced her lips apart, slipping his tongue in her smoldering warmth.

“Light…there’s no need for you to fear any beast. No beast in the entire realm can compare to you and neither will any ever compare.” He whispered against her soft lips and slid down her chin and neck, before suckling on her collarbone. All the while his busy hands didn’t pause in their manipulations, rising her on unimaginable heights as pleasure coursed through her veins.

“Ramose…” She rasped breathlessly and arched her back, moaning unrestrainedly, as her hands slid through his silky hair and gripped them, pulling him closer.

His rough hands became impatient and slid down the top of her robe, exposing her naked skin to the cool air. Hard and hot with need, he dipped his head and clasped her cherry perk, grinding against her secret valley as he sucked.

Gripping and sucking, the soft and smooth sensation under his tongue, his hands molded and reshaped, driving him insane.

Ramose felt a need, hot and blinding, tingle down his spine. He moved his head from the left mound to the right, suckling and closing his entire mouth over the top meat. He slid his hand down and spread her robes apart, making an opening for his member to slid into her warmth.

With it hovering over her slit, he gently thrust up and down, not fully entering, arousing and teasing her. A loud pop resounded as he released the perk in his mouth and raised his head and sought her eyes.

“Light…look at me.”

Versailles groggily opened her glossy eyes filled with need. The heated passion made her snow-white skin flush pink with desire. The moment her feverish gaze connected with his equally burning one, Ramose thrust and fully slipped into her slippery warmth to the root.

“Hmm…” The two groaned simultaneously, and their foreheads touched. Ramose held her gaze and moved gently, tenderly, kissing her nose, cheeks, temples, forehead, eyes, and lips.

Wind rippled through the Crimson plants, their red petals swaying and rustling in crescendo with their pants.

Ramose’s body tensed and with a final thrust, he shattered on top of her, her flooding warmth following behind. Sated and satisfied, the Werewolf King breathed deeply and kissed her forehead.

He straightened his robes and fixed hers into place, then wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened his arms around her waist. With a swift huff, he raised her off the ground while still entangled with him, and raised to his feet. Versailles laid her head on his chest and allowed him to carry her.

Ramose treaded through the Valley of Tricks, passing by many more Crimson Plants and Flame Veins before spotting the thin sparkle of silver lake. He slunk towards the lake with her and unhesitantly, glided into the silver stream.

Naturally warm from the flames raging beneath it, the silver water was tranquil and serene, sloshing around as they moved.

Ramose flicked his fingers and their robes pooled at the stream shore. She wanted to disentangle herself from his clutches, but the hungry wolf gripped her closer and bit onto her mound, sending a surprised, electric tingle shooting down her body.

They were still connected down there, so when he bit, she instinctively clenched her inner muscles, causing him to groan in painful pleasure. His member swelled back up and he intermittently thrust as he washed her body, hair, and face.

The feeling below, his unceasingly moving hands, and his mouth on her bosom made her mewl and moan louder and louder until her lusty voice became unrecognizable even to her own ears.

Ramose drowned in his mate’s unrestrained moans and increased his speed. Moving onto the other bosom, he treated it with the same care, groping, suckling, and squeezing to his heart’s content.

With another deep thrust, he released the perk and buried his head on her smooth and sparkly-white neck as they came together.

“Light, let’s go home.”

“Home…?”

“Hmm, home. Our home.”

After washing his mate clean, Ramose cleaned himself and carried her out.

*

On the other hand, on the East of the Underworld City, stood a large, red-brick mansion. Inside the mansion, the crashing sounds of broking items resounded as a female beast madly screamed and smashed without restraint.

‘I hate her! If only she didn’t exist…If only she hadn’t appeared, then nothing would have changed!”

Smash!

Crash!

Another round of smashing began, before the Gold Beast tiredly slumped to the floor.

“Why? Why her?” Sorrowful tears slid down Luciana’s face as her vacant eyes stared into space. The humiliation and shame she experienced this day was far beyond any she’d ever experienced. Her heart hurt from the cold indifference of the beast she admired and her mate’s actions.

The beast she had accompanied selflessly for ten years and more. The beast her loyalty to her mate was questioned. He turned his back and didn’t speak a word.

But none of these would’ve happened if she hadn’t appeared.

The moment she appeared, everything changed, shattered. All she was left with were the shattered dregs and pieces of a time long gone, long forgotten.

“Why…?” The ghostly whisper was the only sound in the quiet room, the raw emotions in the tone dark enough to send shivers down the spine of any beast’s body.

“I’ll make her know what shame is. Someday, I’ll make her know what pain is…” With another dark roar and resentful gaze, the Gold Blood shuddered and slumped to the ground, vowing to seek vengeance.

*

From the secret passage, the Demon Queen silently returned to her chambers. Her dark eyes glowed with excitement and anticipation as she imaged the destruction that would descend, the chaos that would follow.

“Werewolf King, I wanted to share the Nar realm with you, but you placed that serpentine on a pedestal. I wanted to share the world with you, but you desired that snake’s arms more. Now, whatever happens, you’ll be completely responsible for it.”

Rona Mai’s lips curled into a cruel smile as she glided across her bedroom to her throne room.

Sitting on her throne of bones, she focused on the Lizard Monster before her.

“Demon Queen, I’ve news to report.”

“What is it? Have you found the Supreme Elder’s trails?”

“That’s what I came to report, Demon Queen. Our team searched the entire Soul Sundering Pit, but the Supreme Elder or clue of his whereabouts are nowhere to be found. We infiltrated into the Vampire City, but even there were no clues. The Elders Councilors are in a panic for a fresh and capable leader to take over, but everyone had forgotten the beast’s overwhelming might in suppressing the races…which they only now became aware of.”

“This would’ve been the perfect day to take over the Bloodsucking Clan. Unfortunately, I’m still suffering from internal injuries and don’t have the strength to wage war.”

As she recalled her pitiful plight again, the barely calmed rage surged forth once more.

“Forget it, keep an eye on the Werewolf Clan. I want to know every detail and description of events that take place.”

*

Ramose returned to the Crimson Palace and carried his mate to the Purple-Radiance Palace. Tired and drained, Versailles had fallen asleep in her mate’s arms, oblivious to everything around her. Gently laying her down on the bed, he covered her form and left to seek his Betas.

Olsen and Hugar stayed back in the Crystalline Hall on the order of their King. Not knowing what they were stopped for, the two Betas restlessly paced about the room.

“What do you think the Wolf King wants from us?” Olsen uneasily asked.

“It doesn’t matter what he wants as long as we don’t offend the Serpentine Queen.”

On hearing his comrade’s words, the wolf hissed in disgust and anger.

He was obviously stressed about the serpentine and his mate’s affair, but instead of consoling him, the beast beside him was rubbing salt on his wounds? He gritted his teeth and shot a dark glare at the other.

Getting even more unsettled at his seemingly kind but inwardly dark-bellied friend’s words, Olsen continued his silent pacing as they waited.

When they saw their King’s figure appear, the two wolves straightened themselves and righted their postures, appearing alert and on guard.

Ramose snorted at their superficial behavior and sat on his throne.

“Olsen, your mate doesn’t need to come to the Crimson Palace anymore. The Queen of the Underworld Palace is here to take care of it. Moreover, aside from a formal invitation, she shouldn’t enter the palace. My mate feels unsettled by her presence.”

Olsen’s heart chilled and a solemn aura radiated off his body.

Why was the Serpentine Queen unsettled by his mate? Was there something that he missed?

“Did the Serpentine Queen say why she felt unsettled with Luciana?” He anxiously asked.

Ramose’s narrowed his eyes and looked away. He didn’t know how to answer his friend’s inquiring question.

As far as he was concerned, the Gold Blood was nothing more than his friend’s mate. If she wasn’t Olsen’s mate, then he wouldn’t have put himself through so much trouble.

For earning his mate’s distaste, he would’ve directly banished her from the Underworld Palace. On Olsen’s account, he had let her go with a warning. But if she dared to confront her again, he knew that even the bond with the grey wolf wouldn’t be able to stop him.

“I don’t what they had quarreled over, only that Light was deeply affected. Olsen, just keep her away.”

“Yes, Werewolf King.”

“Hmm. Another matter. Check on the activities of the other five clans. I have an inkling that something dark is brewing.”

“Yes, Wolf King!”

“You can go Olsen.” Olsen bowed deeply and turned to walk out the door.

“Hugar, I want you to implant the order of the Serpentine Queen.”

“The order of the Queen?”

“Yes. Earlier in the marketplace, the Serpentine Queen had declared that beasts that shopped in the marketplace won’t receive special treatment no matter their status. She wants every beast, slave or noble, to work by the rule of first come and first serve. Whoever happens to be at a shop first, he would be helped first. Noble wolves or their mates will no longer have the privilege of getting served by status.”

“That…King Ramose, I don’t think that’ll be a good idea. Unrest will likely spread from this.” Hugar hesitantly said.

“The question isn’t whether it’ll be a good idea or not. It’s about whether the Serpentine Queen is upset or happy. Even though they are only lesser races, their pain and uncalled-for treatment hurt and pained her. And anything that pains her must go!”

“But the Ruling Wolf Pack…” Hugar felt exasperated.

Their King seemed to not want to hear anything that would prevent him from pampering his queen. On the other hand, the Ruling Wolf Pack seemed bent on rising a storm, growling and howling about their grievances and unjust retreatment.

Only when Ramose curbed his uncaring and dismissive attitude would they be appeased.

Unfortunately, the Werewolf King seemingly wasn’t interested in any compromise.

Under such circumstances, the atmosphere in the Werewolf Clan grew tenser and darker with each passing warm morning and ice night.

“Hugar, I’m the King of the Underworld Palace and my words are the laws. As for those old geezers, I’ll think about pardoning them if they return to their senses and apologize. If not, they’re welcome to give their all. Now, go!”

“Yes, Werewolf King!” Sighing helplessly, Hugar turned and left to accomplish his tasks.

“I wonder if Light is awake..” Ramose’s eyes softened and he descended the steps.