CHAPTER 825: CHAPTER 825 - A SMALL BREAK**

On the right side of his chair rested a soft white pillow. On this pillow kneeled a woman with long white hair, gracefully falling down her back. The only thing covering her body was a harness of white straps tightly wound around her upper legs, mound, waist, and chest.

They formed a cohesive whole that perfectly accentuated the woman’s beautiful form, as well as her porcelain skin. Her modest but perky breasts looked even more delectable when peeking out of a diamond-shaped window of straps. The same went for her lower stomach, where a similar leather window surrounded an intricate tattoo of a howling wolf’s head.

Behind her back, the straps attached to something more sophisticated. The same white leather formed a solid harness covering her arms from just below the shoulders to her hands, keeping them locked behind her back and unable to move.

A few more accessories finished off her ensemble.

First, the harness’s leather straps also travelled on either side of her bare pussy, but far more interesting were the two phallic objects these straps kept lodged inside her. Secondly, her entire face was covered by an elegant veil, obscuring her vision—though not omnisense.

Thirdly, an obvious ball-gag peeked out from the edges of the veil, secured with more straps leading behind her head. Finally, as if the veil wasn’t enough, a seemingly thin blindfold wrapped around her eyes, simultaneously keeping the veil in place.

She kneeled there on that pillow, bare ass resting on her feet, but back straight at all times, still like a statue. The only signs of life she gave were quiet breaths and a lightly rising or falling chest.

They sat there in silence like that, the only sounds coming from Erik sipping his tea. After a little while, his cup was empty, so he put it down on the book table. With a hand free, he looked at the woman next to him and gently caressed her hair and cheek.

Using a finger, he pushed her chin up a little and turned her veil-covered face towards him. "There was a time when I could get lost in books for days," he sighed softly, using his omnisense to inspect her curiously. "But that was before the awakening, and I’ve lost that skill. I’m far too antsy now, so I’d like you to calm me down."

On his last words, he flicked her chin a little and pulled his hand back to rest it on the chair’s armrest. He didn’t even look at her anymore, as he turned his attention back to the slate.

Yet, beside him, the woman silently got to her feet, showing surprising elegance without the use of her arms. With a few small steps, she arrived between his widely spread legs and kneeled down once again.

A small light flashed, and the straps keeping the gag behind her veil in place loosened a little. Next, it fell out from between her lips to hang from her neck like a necklace. Carefully, she leaned forward—heavy, lustful breaths now seeping out from behind the veil.

Flicking the veil up a little, she pressed her face against the rim of Erik’s harem pants and used her teeth to gently pull them down a little. With every inch, she revealed more of her fleshy target until it flopped free in a semi-hard state to rest against her veiled face.

For a moment, she halted, as if stunned, her breath becoming a little more haggard. But this state didn’t last long. Pulling back, she flicked her veil over Erik’s cock and pressed forward. Instantly, a shiver travelled through Erik’s spine when he felt a soft, familiar tongue pressing against his tip.

For a moment, he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling, a shaky, hot breath escaping his lips. Still, it didn’t take him long to adjust to the feeling and focus back on his reading. Meanwhile, it also didn’t take long for the woman to increase her movements.

Slowly, her head started travelling up and down the long, thick staff, dragging her soft tongue along its fleshy veins and protrusions. Her veil travelled along, obscuring part of her actions, but it made no difference to Erik. He wasn’t watching anyway, and the soft material dragging along his sensitive flesh was a pleasant feeling.

It wasn’t long before his semi-hard cock had evolved to its next stage, now standing at full attention as it challenged the ceiling. This also signalled the woman to move to the next part, and so she did. Without pause, she moved to the tip and closed her lips around it. Her small mouth only barely fit, but she’d had plenty of practice.

Another inescapable shiver travelled up Erik’s spine when she started sucking gently. Her tongue played with the slit that would eventually extrude the proof of a job well done.

Once again, closing his eyes, he savoured her service for a moment. Yet, as before, he quickly got used to the pleasure and focused back on the slate. He had work to do, and her service was intended to help him relax.

Soon after starting, she began to press forward as more and more of the large cock disappeared behind the veil, and between her lips. Her throat quickly bulged at the intrusion, but that didn’t stop her. This was far from her first time dealing with this monster, and her body had only ever gotten better at handling it.

With seemingly no effort, she took all of him inside her relatively small body, the bulge extending all the way to the tip of her chest. From there, she began gently rocking back and forth, never taking more than a few inches out at a time. Soft slurping sounds broke the silence.

Pleasure quickly ramped up for Erik. He still managed to focus on the book, but it became harder by the moment. Eventually, he gave up and sighed. Putting the slate down, he smirked at the woman between his legs. "I suppose I can take a small break to enjoy this."

Leaning back a little, he relaxed into the chair further to watch the woman’s efforts. Now fully focusing on the pleasure, he felt it wash over him, quickly wiping away the restlessness he’d built up from hours of study.

Extending one hand, he gently caressed her white hair. Surprisingly, he felt no desire to start guiding her movements... simply because she was already anticipating his wants perfectly. When he felt she was going too slow, too fast, or too shallow, she adjusted almost immediately without him needing to say a word.

Her efforts continued for several minutes without ever coming up for air—naturally, most people nowadays could supplement air with aetherium.

Eventually, however, Erik grunted. "Enough. You know what I want next."

***

Meanwhile, a slightly anxious Zahra climbed the steps to the throne inside the Maghradi palace until she stood before the floating, dark-blue portal to Erik’s dimension. She glanced at a focused vampire in a blue-and-gold outfit she’d now learned indicated her as one of Erik’s servants.

Seraphina sat next to the portal, not on the throne, sword in her lap, eyes closed as she focused on her training even during guard duty.

"Can I... go in?" Zahra asked, a little timidly. She groaned inwardly at her meekness in front of this second-ranker, yet knowing how directly Seraphina served Erik made her wonder if she was actually higher in rank than this vampire.

Seraphina opened one eye to look at her indifferently. She’d heard about the Maghreb warlords during her time working for the council, but didn’t feel any particular reverence for her rank.

"Master said you’re always allowed to go in," she shrugged, then closed her eyes again. "He’s in the library if you wish to find him."

A little surprised at her attitude, Zahra wasn’t sure what to feel about it. Still, she wanted to talk to Erik about the progress over the last few days. So, sighing and a little nervous about stepping into another dimension for the first time, she went through.

If Seraphina knew what Zahra would be walking into, she didn’t show it...