Shadow of the Evil God

She caught up to him and bit him, taking both of their saliva into her mouth, "So what are you going to do? Do you still want to discipline me?"

"You must recognize me as your teacher first." Cesar pried open her lips and licked her fangs.

"It's boring." Ajiehe bit his tongue. "This title is too boring. I never thought the title of teacher was worth caring about."

"So what do you think is interesting?"

"At least tell me something neither of us has."

Cesar sealed her lips, kissed them softly, and then separated them. "Do you still want something unique?"

Ajeh breathed into his slightly parted lips. "Just tell me whether you want it or not. If not, just call yourself a dog, Cesar. A dog certainly can't discipline others."

While he played with her unruly tail, he continued to knead her breasts, pinching her already rosy, sensitive nipples between his thumb and index finger, rubbing and stretching them. Then, suddenly, he let go, and her breasts instantly bounced back, swaying. Before they could tremble back to their original shape, he grabbed hold of them, squeezing them until the soft flesh leaked out between his fingers, and tightening his grip on her tail.

Ajiehe's face was already flushed, her eyes hazy. Her claws were scratching at his back, but she still held on to the name they were fighting over. "What?" She panted softly. "Can't think of it? If you can't think of it, just bark like a dog. I was the one barking before, now it's your turn, right?"

"Why should I scream?" Cesar bit her neck. "I don't want a knife to stab me from outside the tent."

She bit her neck too. "Then let's see if you can make your nonsense come true."

"You make the caressing of lovers seem like the biting and fighting of wild beasts against their rivals!"

"Don't you accept it yourself?"

Cesar let out a long breath and suddenly bit her ear. He first pinched her earlobe, then licked her ear hole and blew a breath of hot air. "If you don't think Iskrig is your father, then you can call me that."

He released her tail and clasped her waist tightly, pressing her against his chest. Following a long, ecstatic kiss, Ajiehe had already clung to his neck, pressing her whole body against him, their lips and tongues continuing to intertwine. When their passion reached its peak, he grasped the base of her tail again, tugging it upwards along the line of her lumbar spine, causing her cheeks to flush even more seductively.

Their lips parted slightly, saliva oozing from the corners of their lips. "You're really good at calling..." she said.

"That's because you're becoming more and more like a child who loves to bite people." Cesar kissed her forehead. "Does it hurt, dear?"

"Father......"

Ajiehe's tail suddenly tensed upwards, causing her waist in his arms to arch and fall back with surprising softness. She clamped her legs tightly around him, twitching, and unexpectedly released her orgasm.

Her voice was high and long, and the juices slid down her thighs and fell onto his thighs, sticking together where their skin was intertwined.

Cesar was about to speak when a dagger suddenly stabbed through the tent. The blade slid past his saliva-stained ear, its sharpness so sharp that a single slant would have sliced ​​it off. He shuddered.

He watched the blade, pressed against his skin, slowly withdraw, a threat intensifying. Only after the shadow outside the tent had vanished did he lower his head and see Ajie's nonchalant expression. He had to admit, he really wanted to give her a slap on the butt.

"Lie down for me."

Cesar bit her furry ear and said, then turned over and sat on her lower abdomen. This guy was naked, with a bloody white body. It was obvious that she had enjoyed his blood in her dream first, and satisfied her desire after he woke up, and she also used undisguised screams to

and gasping satisfied her love of much ado.

The face was still flushed, the lips were bright red from the long kiss, and the pair of plump breasts were rising and falling in front of his chest, becoming red and erect from his pinching and biting.

He grasped Ajiehe's breasts and thrust forward, plunging himself between her soft breasts. After a few back-and-forths, she reached out and cupped her breasts, pressing them together. The intense pressure from her breasts made him breathe a sigh of relief. Then, she extended her tongue, gently teasing the snake's head as it slipped between her breasts. After many back-and-forths, a stream of slime spurted along her tongue and onto her face.

Chapter 381 Can I Confess?

Ajeh was delighted with their taste. She wiped her cheeks with her paws, then licked her lips and paws. Cesar sat beside her, stroked her head, and saw her ears twitch slightly. This guy only calmed down when he was thirsting for satisfaction.

She held onto his legs and stood up, her long hair scattering along her slender waist like scattered ashes, covering her plump breasts in front and her round buttocks in the back. She looked more than just intoxicating. She raised her cheeks, which were both bloody and flushed, and moved closer to him, biting his ear again.

There was a sound of breathing, slow and hazy, as if she was drunk, because of the longing that filled her soul.

"Father." She sighed in his ear.

Before Cesar could think of a response, Ajeh gave him an ambiguous smile. She bit his cheek, then bent down and kissed the thing that had erected itself during his sigh.

She savored it with a rapt ecstasy. First, she carefully licked it along the snake's tail to its head, then circled it again, licking away any remaining traces. Once it was clean, she placed the tip of her tongue against the snake's mouth and delved inside, as if searching for a trace of salty liquid. When it reached a point where it was tingling unbearably, she finally wrapped her soft lips around it and carefully sucked out the remaining turbid liquid.

While licking, she would sometimes lower her face even lower, sniff his sack with the tip of her nose, gently bite it with her teeth, and pull it out.

Cesare panted softly, his hands on Ajeh's head, grabbing her ears and kneading them. From time to time, he would stroke her cheeks with his fingers, stretching her jaws to fill her warm, wet mouth even more. Soon, the entire snake was inside her smooth mouth, and her full breasts rubbed against his abdomen, making it even more difficult for him to endure.

Soon, he tightened his fingers, feeling the remaining fluid surge outwards with the rolling of her tongue and the pressure of her throat, each time causing it to leap in her mouth, one stream after another. They first flowed over the curved surface of her tongue, then over her throat, which was constantly swallowing, and as her throat moved, they were all swallowed into her stomach.

As Cesar caught his breath, Ajeh had already sat up, her hand covering her mouth. She licked the liquid from the corner of her mouth and began biting his ear again. Her breath carried the same longing as before. "Go on, father." She hugged his neck and grinned. She thoroughly enjoyed the game of pretending to be father and daughter. "Or should I call you more affectionately?" she asked.

"Can I confess?" he asked.

She hugged his waist and bit his face with her canine teeth. "Is it okay? No, the night isn't over yet."

Cesar stroked her head, so hard that she closed one eye. "It is night here, and day never comes, my dear," he said.

"Then do it until the eternal night ends." said Ajiehe.

"Can we hold out that long?" Cesar asked her.

"Then let our descendants witness its end."

"This place is filled with surging abyssal tides, and the order of time is broken. Even if you manage to give birth to offspring, they will only be empty shells without souls," said Cesar.

"I'll just transfer my soul into the empty shell," Ajeh said nonchalantly. "I can become my own child, reborn from my own womb, just like shedding a shell. Then we'll be father and daughter in the common sense."

"You have a lot of experience with this?"

"All I know is that Sevra had a lot of objections. She felt she was the real child born from the womb of the Sassoule woman, and that I was an evil spirit from outside."

"You brought her into the womb of that Sasule woman?"

"I'm just accompanying her in," Ajeh said with an unpredictable smile, "but I can bring you here. Do you know what I mean? If we're stuck here and can't get out, then to prevent our flesh and blood from decaying and aging, we can both be reborn together in this soulless shell I gave birth to. We can be father and daughter, mother and son, brother and sister, or twins. We can even switch genders, with me being male and you being female. It's pretty interesting, isn't it?"

"Your ethics are really muddled." He curled his lips.

She used her claws to draw a smile across his face. "I don't have such a thing."

Cesar reached out and stroked her thigh. "I'm really worried that after I have children, I'll be affected by you and won't be able to face them."

"You suggested that." Ajeh rubbed her legs together, placing her tender part on his hand and wrapping her lips around his fingers. Slowly, she swayed her hips, rubbing her slippery lips against his fingers, quickly producing more fluid. She, too, grasped his snake, teasing it with her claws while pressing her lips against his, breathing softly. "Keep satisfying me, Daddy. And it's time you called me that."

They kissed with lust, biting each other's lips. "You are such a bad daughter, Ajiehe."

"You love my chaotic and meaningless ideas, don't you?" Ajiehe said as she leaned back into his arms. Cesar held her slender waist and asked her to sit down slowly. Because of her back posture, he entered very deeply. At the end, a piece of tender flesh bulged out, with a concave shape to meet him.

The soft touch of the outer layer was put on the snake's head.

As they kissed, she let out a long sigh. Cesar's slightest movement sent her limp, her face flushed as she breathed out a puff of white mist. This place was practically unbearable for most people; the pain, let alone pleasure, was mild, but it was just right for her. While it might leave her limp afterward, it was just enough for her to sleep peacefully in his arms.

"Also, don't scream this time," he whispered.

"Don't you think it would be more interesting if a knife could be stuck in the tent at any moment?" She winked.

"I don't think so."

"It's because you don't find it interesting that this thing becomes more interesting," said Ajiehe.

Cesar bit her shoulder, covered her mouth, and held her in his arms as he fell into the tent's blanket.

......

When they reached the entrance to the outermost corridor of the tomb, Jirallo suddenly stopped and raised his hand to ask the people following him to slow down.

Under Sephora's glare, Cesar was toiling away—actually, carrying the smoldering bonfire. Seeing the priest ask them to slow down, he heaved a sigh of relief. He and Aya, skilled in manual labor, each took a side, moving the bonfire's carrying frame to the edge of the ravine.

He dropped his own airs and reached out to help Aya with her work. He was trying to smooth things over, but she turned her head away, not wanting to meet his gaze, and hurried away. He pondered what was going on, then caught sight of Sevra glaring at him. He realized how perceptive both of them were. He and Ajeh had spent most of the night locked in a struggle, and he couldn't just keep his voice down to hide it.

It was obvious that he and Ajiehe were acting out a play, taking on stage roles, but Aya was the one he had actually given a second life to. Although he felt that this matter was insignificant and had forgotten her existence afterwards, he could not deny that he had played a role that could be called a biological father when giving her life.

Her hatred for him was actually mixed with some complicated emotions, so after she listened to the two of them making love all night, this emotion suddenly became mixed with a lot of things.

Fear? Or maybe fear?

Cesar savored this emotion, feeling a tinge of amusement, a desire to reach out and poke at it. He was curious; he longed to see what different products her emotions would ferment into. However, Sephora seemed to have a tacit understanding. Noticing the slightest raise of his eyebrows, she took two or three steps forward, stood face to face with him, arms folded, and stared at him for several minutes. He smiled and stepped back, and she immediately took a step forward, pushing him back step by step to the edge of the rock face.

"You know what I'm going to say, Cesar?" she said.

"I have no such intention," he declared.

"Yes," Sephora said. "You have absolutely no intention of doing so at first, but once you see an emotion that interests you, you want to reach out and grab it, to hold it in your hand and poke at it, to see what it becomes. It's like a cat trying to catch a bird out of instinctive curiosity."

"So you think you're a cat too?"

"It has nothing to do with whether I'm a cat or not!"

They argued pointlessly for a few moments before striding over to Jiralo's side. Ajeh was still smiling, her expression composed, not a trace of fatigue. It was hard to tell she'd fallen asleep in his arms the previous night. At the end, she'd even licked his face and softly called him "father," almost like a well-behaved puppy. This guy could switch between the two states effortlessly, but the latter required a lot of complicated steps to truly experience.

Ever since he became physically entangled with Ajiehe, peeling off her eggshell and tasting her soft insides had become a great pleasure for him.

"Something passed through this place at another point in time," said Giralo.

"Something?" Sevra asked.

"Yes, something close to humans but not human, more like the one next to us." The priest looked at Ajehe.

"Have beastmen come here to dig graves?" Cesar suddenly realized the meaning of his words.

"It's most likely grave digging." Jilalo said, "It's not easy to enter this cemetery. You and Sefera were able to get in smoothly because of my guidance, but the beastmen..."

"Perhaps we'll see some deep secrets revealed here," Cesar said, "about old Thane, about the Beastmen coming south."

"What does another time point mean?" Sephora suddenly asked.

"All time here will shift as it approaches the tomb, gradually merging into the same time." Jirallo said something that gave Cesar a headache. "In this place, ours and theirs are two intertwined time paths, but the deeper we go, the closer we become to them in terms of time, and eventually we'll be forced to meet."

Chapter 382: Ajiehe's Wild Words

"I've experienced a circular time before," Cesar said. "Is this place similar?"

Giralo studied him for a moment. "I sympathize with your plight," he said, standing up. "This place may look similar to the Ring of Time that created Solaire, but it's actually very different. It lacks those fatalistic prophecies, only an extremely complex web of connections. It's a true time maze."

"What?" he was surprised.

"As long as the world remains business as usual, the passage of time will continue forward forever," Giralo said, approaching the campfire. "The circular time you encounter is just a description. In reality, it is two things interacting with each other. The dreams of the past meet the present; this is what happened in your time. The dreams of the future meet the present; this is what happened in Solaire's time. The two events intersect and interfere with each other, and their true purpose will be realized in the time you and she are in."

The priest broke off a branch and threw it into the fire, quickly igniting a vibrant orange-red flame. A halo of light enveloped the valley, making the darkened rock appear grayish-white, as if defying the erosion of the abyss. Cesar noticed the strangeness of the bonfire and approached it, reaching out his hand.

"According to you," Cesar couldn't help but lower his voice, "she and I didn't really meet across time. We were just dreaming about each other."

The priest stared at him. "It's hard to say whether it's sadder to look at a future that's too far away from you from the distant past, or to look back at the dusty past from the future when everything is over. But if you want to pursue your dreams, you can ask Firiels how she conducted the Age of Gods Tour back then."

"Maybe I could ask Milava," Cesar said, shrugging. "So you're saying this place is different?"

"This is a fork in the road taken from the passage of time," said Giralo, "sealed in this tomb. When our dynasty was still prosperous, anyone who wanted to pay homage to their ancestors could stop here. It might take a few years, or more than ten years, but no matter how long it took, when they walked out of the tomb, the passage of time was often just a moment."

"A place where time stagnates and people are trapped in tombs for eternity?" Sephora suddenly spoke.

Cesar found that whenever this guy asked questions, it would bring crisis and trouble.

The priest sighed and denied it. "That happened later," he said, reaching closer to the campfire. "A crucial aspect of the so-called forking paths of time is repetition. The labyrinth is like a book. The first page is the day the wise man died, and the last page is the day the worshiper arrives at the labyrinth. The labyrinth of time cycles back and forth from the first page to the last, and people can stay there as long as they wish. This repetition is equivalent to eternity, because worshippers can return from the last page to the first and walk the same path again. To exit the labyrinth, all they have to do is close the book."

"But that's in the past," Sevra said. "I guess we can't close the book now, am I right? In reality, we're even dead."

"That's just a fork in the road," Giralo explained. "The core of the Time Maze is that people make different choices in the book, which will lead them to different forks in the road in a cycle. The wise man constructed this maze with his own death, allowing all possibilities to exist simultaneously. Many different endings and many different time forks are presented here, and you can choose a different fork in each cycle."

"Will this change the outcome of our deaths?" asked Sevra.

Girallo looked around at everyone present. "It was almost impossible," he said, "but with Cesar here to fill in the gaps you were missing, there's hope for this to happen."

She frowned slightly. "You speak as if I'm incomplete."

"Neither you nor he is complete, Princess," the priest said. "But precisely because you are incomplete, you can do things you couldn't do when you were complete. He can focus on the long term, extending his canopy like a lush tree, covering every possibility in the world with endless branches. Moreover, he can pick up the crown he can put down at any time and do things that no monarch before him could do. You can also sharpen yourself to be sharper than anything else, and lead him through everything when he encounters insurmountable obstacles."

Cesar frowned, remembering the darkness and chaos outside the Gural Fortress.

"I've always felt that what happened back then was very abrupt," he began. "You know, I thought Sevra and Ajeh were twin beings, complements to each other. At that time, the cursed evil dragon of the abyss was wreaking havoc in the tides. I wanted to save my student, and I had no choice but to follow the Corpse Eater's prophecy and call Sevra over. I wanted to see the true Firstborn appear, I thought it could solve the dilemma at the time, but in the end, she and I became one. Did you know this all along, priest?"

"I saw her pierce through everything like a spear, and I felt she was missing something," Giralo said, his words ambiguous. "As for you, I can also see you spreading your roots like a tree, covering and occupying everything, Cesar. And when I think about your sudden soul connection on the walls of Noien, your personalities and memories intertwined, the truth is already very clear. It's just that you both misunderstood because of Ajeh's existence, that's all."

Ajiehe shrugged and said that she

He didn't care at all, and even looked at the two of them for a long time with an unpredictable smile on his face.

Even her tail twitched behind her waist during this time, which was a complete mockery, even provocation would not be an exaggeration. When the two of them were present, her provocative intention was stronger than ever, as if this was the only way to provoke the complete Sevra.

Seeing Ajeh's expression and posture, Cesar wanted to find a stone cave or a thick old tree to drag her over, tear off her clothes, and bite her skin hard. He wanted to push her against a tree trunk or a rock wall and hug her until her face flushed and she sought his kisses and caresses, until all her words turned into a dazed murmur.

He felt that asking her questions at this time would be much easier than asking her questions under normal circumstances. He really wanted to ask her how long she wanted to hide it from him, and whether she was laughing secretly when she saw him being deceived in the dark.

"You are both similar and opposite," Giralo continued nonchalantly, "but that doesn't mean you can complement each other. Sometimes, when personalities and memories merge, not only do strengths fail to complement each other, but flaws are magnified, leaving you a lost being, unable to penetrate anything or take root. I believe your separation must have been a very foresighted decision. Only when you follow your own paths can you make the best choice and point yourself to the best path at the moment of intersection."

"It sounds like you're trying to say that Sephora was a lost, wavering, useless person in the past," Sephora said. "Or perhaps just plain indecisive."

This guy always speaks so bluntly.

"I'm not sure," Giralo said, "but death and division always have their reasons. Different choices will give rise to different possibilities. This is exactly why this time maze was built in the first place - it is both the tomb of the wise and our holy place, a place for people to explore themselves and worship. Imagine the battle to defend the city. For example, Cesar did not take into account everything he saw and did not lead this hopeless defense to the only possibility of victory. There are many differences here, aren't there?"

Cesar remained silent, but Sevra pondered. "If he hadn't taken the initiative to defend the north of the fortress, attempting to save those who could be saved in the north, he wouldn't have been drawn into many subsequent clues," she said. "If he hadn't advanced along the edge of the abyss, intending to cause maximum destruction regardless of the civilian settlements, he wouldn't have been drawn into Solaire's existence. If he hadn't insisted on going to the location he and the young lady had agreed on, and had hesitated at the edge of the ancient city, he wouldn't have been able to reach the battlefield covered by the abyssal tide in time. Every decision along the way would have led to failure..."

Cesar followed her words and added, "If Isri hadn't lost her head and been blinded by hatred, she might have been a more suitable candidate. The ancient Kuna people would have regarded her as Soin's guide, not me. If I hadn't brought Soin into the ancient city, and if Isri had taken Soin there instead, I wouldn't have been able to destroy the Eye of the Forge and reunite with Diana. By then, the princess would have transformed into a cursed evil dragon and disappeared into the abyss. The abyssal tide would have engulfed the fortress, using the foundation I forged until now as the starting point for its spread."

"Without Soleil's amulet, you won't be able to deter the cursed knights at the entrance to the tomb," Sevra added.