Shadow of the Evil God

Halfway through the licking, the dog lowered its head again, took Cesar's restless snake head into its mouth, and swallowed it all the way to the bottom, passing through her mouth and stretching her throat. Cesar enjoyed the wriggling of her warm mouth, feeling the tight wrapping and friction of her throat, and casually pried open the soft lips under Ajiehe, leaving her bright red lips open.

The dog first sucked out a stream of mucus from him, and when it was clean, he licked up along the snake's body, opened his lips and took Ajiehe's two bright red and tender petals in his mouth, sucking them. At the same time, she did not forget to wrap her soft breasts around his snake body, squeezing and kneading it with an intoxicating sense of oppression.

Cesar half-closed his eyes lazily and looked at Ajiehe, who also had her eyes half-closed. "Can you tell me something about the past now?" He held her waist and felt her body soften. She completely collapsed on him after being licked.

"I can't tell stories." She gnashed her fangs, her face wavering between human and wolf. "But when I was young, Sevra was already a silent executioner. Apart from following Firiels and killing people, I have no memory of you."

"Was Sephora already completely cursed by then..."

"In some ways, you have a greater influence on me than Ferriers does," Ajiehe said.

Cesar nodded, grasping her fur-covered yet still full breasts and kneading them with varying degrees of force. The touch was quite different from that of a human, and therefore strangely refreshing. As he gently caressed them, the dog's sucking became increasingly rapid, producing a wet, greasy sound and lapping up a constant flow of slime. The she-wolf in his arms grew increasingly limp, her gaze blurry.

"When did you learn that Sevra had more than one personality?" he asked.

Ajeh didn't want to say anything. Cesar smiled and kissed her face, then he held her sideways and spread her hairy buttocks from behind. He slid his snake-like body, covered in dog saliva, along her buttocks for a while, enjoying the friction of her soft fur, before probing her tender hole.

He felt her plump buttocks sag, and suddenly he felt a surge of restlessness in his heart. He thrust forward without hesitation, and with a little force, the snake head stretched open her elastic hole and poked into her small hole. He probed deeper and deeper, finally completely immersed in it, pushing it to the deepest point it could enter.

Ajeh curled up in his arms, letting him move inside her tight body. Every time he grasped her tail and penetrated deep, her two slender and powerful thighs would be forced together, her buttocks would tense up, clamping around his snake like a spasm, squeezing out streams of sticky fluid.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Ajiehe's breathing gradually subsided, but Cesar didn't want to let her catch her breath. He reached out and lifted her right leg, then cupped her slender jaw and kissed her. His long, snake-like tongue immediately parted her soft lips, pressing against her small opening. With a slight push, it squeezed through the gap between her lips and penetrated her body.

As her body, front and back, was filled, and she endured the torture, Ajiehe's panting became heavier again, and her fangs bit into his hand and rubbed it continuously. Her hairy round buttocks pressed against his lower abdomen and rubbed continuously, her wolf tail flicking back and forth, and the breath from her mouth was no longer normal breath, but a hot, wet white mist.

Cesar turned her fur-smooth cheek and kissed her downy lips. Her eyes were as big as plums, set wider apart than a human's. Her nose was higher and more curved than a human's, but not as long as a real beast's. The curve of her cheeks was both human and animal, and the charm she exuded in her lust was both human and beastly.

"To have sex with a beast like you..." She grabbed his hand with her claws, piercing the back of his hand. "In that era, you would be cursed and..."

"I was cursed in that era." Cesar bit her furry animal ear and licked her cochlea. She immediately raised her face and let out a charming cry.

He slapped her round buttocks, feeling the trembling of her buttocks. He buried his cheek deeper and deeper, between her legs. A mixture of saliva and sticky fluid dripped from his mouth, forming a large pool. It was clear that Ajiehe had been licked to orgasm many times.

Cesar reached out and caressed her smooth belly, his fingers sliding down, following the dog's wet tongue to find Ajeh's soft lips. "I don't just want to have sex with the Beastman," he pinched the bead beneath her, causing her waist to soften again. "I also want the Beastman to bear my child, dear. Do you want to guess whether it will be an empty shell or a sentient being?"

"You..." Ajiehe swallowed hard, "What did you do?"

What? "

"I can't explain it," he said. "But the more paranoid someone is, the more I want her to experience another identity. You want to try to figure out how to be a mother in the dark? Don't cut up the corpses that are scattered on the ground and feed them to your children."

"You should be figuring out how to be a father."

Suddenly, Ajeh's plump buttocks tensed, and the hot passageway gripped the snake's body tightly, twitching. Cesar panted softly, hugged her waist tightly, and thrust for a while, then pulled out suddenly. Instantly, a large amount of white turbid liquid overflowed from her buttocks, causing her head and neck to rise, her tail to clench, and the tender little hole behind her back to expand and contract, spitting out strands of sticky liquid.

He continued to reach down, lifted the dog's jaw, and stuffed the snake head he had just taken out from behind Ajiehe's buttocks into her mouth. After she licked it clean, he turned forward and penetrated Ajiehe's soft lips, which were extremely sensitive from being licked.

Cesar grasped her breasts, lowered his head, and bit her bright red nipples. With a firm squeeze, he felt a stream of sweet juice splash into his mouth. "Do you feel them swelling even more?" He stirred inside Ajiehe for a while, then pulled it out and, along the soft tongue of the dog, stuffed it into her little mouth, letting her suck on it.

After the dog licked her clean, Ajiehe just took a breath when he thrust the snake into her again, causing her to moan. "It's not just here that's swollen," she gasped. "The place that hasn't reacted for a long time seems to be..."

Cesar blinked and placed his hand on her abdomen, feeling a sudden bulge in her previously concave belly, almost invisible to the naked eye. "I remember your belly was concave just now," he said. "How did it suddenly bulge? When did it bulge?"

"When you were connected to her body, Master," Gouzi suddenly said, "but I didn't feel any more details. It didn't seem to happen on a real level."

"Not in reality?" Cesar was a little confused. "Has anything happened recently that's not in reality?"

"What you dreamed about, what happened between you and Arlanti in your remnant memories..." Ajiehe slowed her breathing. "I don't know the details of many things that happened a thousand years ago, but I do know that the child Arlanti gave birth to back then was said to be cursed."

"curse?"

"It's said that the child wasn't the heir the Yestren School had hoped for, and was incomplete. He couldn't even be called a human, like an empty shell. Ferris believed that Milava had discovered the secret of the curse and used cruel methods before their child was born."

Cesar hugged Ajiehe's shoulders, letting her lean against his chest, and piled all the soft pillows in the tent on her side. Then he gently pulled the dog over, let her legs together, and rested his head on her slender white thighs.

Ajiehe glanced at him sideways. "Why, you're not going to spank me anymore, Dad? I was expecting you to make it so painful that I couldn't sit in the chair."

Cesar coughed. "I've previously speculated that Diana's lineage and Alanti's are not similar. The outward manifestation is the hair, but the deeper difference lies in the way the ancient artifacts are passed on. I think if the Yesterlen School was forced to use an incomplete artifact to continue the bloodline of the past, it would explain a lot of things."

Ajeh pondered for a moment. "Since the part of Arlanti and Milava that was born was incomplete, like an empty shell of flesh and blood, it means there's another part, something that should have been inside the shell."

"Is it possible that the thing is still inside the skull that Alranti and Milava stitched together?"

"How should I know?" Ajiehe asked back, "However, some things do have clues. Although you had sex with Arlanti in your dream, there are places where dreams can be confused with reality. You should observe the abdomen of the Arlanti in your dream. If her abdomen is bulging to a similar degree as mine, then this matter can be explained."

"You mean I made the thing in my dream pregnant? And it happened to you?"

Ajeh pondered. "Flesh without a soul mates to create a body; consciousness without flesh mates to create a mind. The two intertwine to complete each other..." She shook her head. "If the remnant memory or the Alante in my dreams gives birth to a child, Cesar, you'd better pay attention to whether the child resembles you or Mirava."

Chapter 418 This is an expression of love

"I'm starting to get a headache," Cesar said. "If Milava discovers something's wrong in his residual memories, do I have to consider how to deal with his rage?"

Ajeh caressed his chest, the sharp claws scratching with a hint of pain, then the soft pads of flesh, more comfortable against his chest than a slender human finger. She looked a little weary. "You've been entangled with his queen for so long, and now you ask me?" she asked him.

"I was forced," he pointed out.

"That nameless boy died before he even met Alanti. What does it matter whether you were forced or not?"

"I wonder how many people Milava killed out of suspicion," Cesar said. "Alante did have feelings for that boy, so she remembers him. But besides that boy, how many people were taken away by Milava just by a glance?"

"You're such a bold guess," said Ajiehe.

"When overconfident people encounter failure, they easily fall into excessive self-doubt. You should know whether my guess is correct, right, Ajiehe?"

"It's hard to say," she said, indifferent. "If you want to know how many people Milava killed for this, you can trace back through the remaining memories yourself."

Cesar slapped her on the buttocks, and she immediately bit his chest in return. Blood oozed from the teeth marks, staining her cheeks, and the hair immediately faded. Then she raised her white cheeks, licked his lips with her bloody tongue, and bit his neck, leaving another circle of teeth marks.

The tail swung back and forth behind her buttocks, showing that it was very excited. He knew that when this thing got excited, it would want to bite.

He pulled her tail and spanked her bare bottom, arousing himself. Honestly, this guy's bottom felt incredibly wonderful to the touch. When it wasn't furry, it was smooth, white, round, and elastic. When it was covered in fur, it felt even more supple. He spanked her repeatedly, causing her cheeks to flush. Her tail swayed, and she bit down his neck. By the time they finally broke up their playful play with a deep kiss, he had over a dozen bite marks covering his neck and flank.

Cesar bit her lips, touched her tongue, and exchanged sticky saliva. He sensed she was indeed somewhat infatuated, her gray eyes thick with confusion. Had she truly considered him a father figure, so many years ago, when she was little? It was a question worth pondering.

Although Ajehe never said anything, as long as they traced back along the residual memories, sooner or later he would meet Ajehe when she was young and would know what this guy thought of Ferriers and Sephora beside her.

"To be honest," he gently massaged her ear, "When I faced Diana, I also considered that the birth of an offspring would lead to irreversible things. I also thought, if her feelings would be shattered and disintegrated after this, should I prevent the offspring from being born? Should I let the curse remain in her soul forever? Although I would not go so far as to curse my own children, given Milava's rumored personality..."

She nodded in agreement. "Judging from the later Yestren School, their legacy is no longer as strong as it once was. Perhaps it's not Firiels' fault, but Milava's."

"Do you enjoy exploring the past?" Cesar asked her.

Ajeh lowered herself to his chest again, scratching the teeth marks on his chest with her claws, which was itchy. "It's just interesting to see you thinking so hard," she said.

"Perhaps Milava tore apart the most important part of their bloodline—the ancient thing. One part was born as an empty shell, a child of her and Milava's flesh and blood. The other part, it may still be trapped in the stitched corpse, in Alante's mind."

"You and she will unite in dreams and memories, and it will be born."

"That's what it looks like at the moment," Cesar said.

"Son of the Soul?" Ajiehe blinked. "If it's the Son of the Soul, then Milava and Arlandi on our side would be more than just remnants of memories."

"If our guess is correct, then Milava not only trapped Jiralo, but also tore apart the ancient object. Although we don't know how he did it, whether he relied on himself or prayed for Solaire's support, the inheritance of the Yestren School of Thought in later generations is indeed seriously problematic."

"We'll find the answer if we continue tracing back through the remaining memories," Ajeh said lazily. "However, you might have to play the role of a knight and servant beside Arlante in the remaining memories for a while. The lover of the Queen of the Frank Empire... How interesting. In real history, she gave birth to Milava's child, but in the remaining memories, that child might be yours."

"To be honest, this happened so unexpectedly."

"I'm not confused about this, am I?" Ajiehe looked down at her slightly bulging belly, her eyes narrowed. "If you ask me, this matter has something to do with me and nothing to do with me. When it comes out..."

"There's too much murderous intent in your words." Cesar interrupted her.

Ajeh shrugged nonchalantly, rolling over to lie on top of him. She arched her back and stretched out. Her long, bloodstained index fingers intertwined above her head, and then she placed both hands on his cheek. "You're staring at me like that, are you trying to tell me your little stove story again?" she chuckled playfully.

Cesar caressed her slightly bulging belly and bent down to kiss her. "I can wait until the baby is born to tell you my little story about the stove," he said. "Anyway, I at least want to see what it is."

Ajiehe held his face, her soft lips against his, and breathed softly, "To be honest, I never cared about this. It was you who was hesitant like a pregnant woman."

"It's a sign of love," Cesar told her, kissing her again.

"To me, pain and death are both expressions of love." She didn't seem to care, and her tone was casual. "My approach is different from yours."

Cesar laughed. "If you do that, I'll chain you up like Sevra did, my dear. I'll put a collar with a chain around your neck and tie the end of the chain to my hand. If that's not enough, I'll chain your wrists too."

Ajeh's eyes widened as she stared at him for a long moment. Cesar smiled and stroked her cheek. "This is going to be very interesting, dear," he said softly. "Before that, you can hurt me a little and see how far you have to go to make this happen. It will be wonderful, really, and it will show the depth of my love for you."

......

As expected, it was the same dream as before, but this time Cesar was more awake. When he woke up, he thought he would sleep in the side room next to Ferriers' bedroom, but he was actually sleeping on Allandi's wide couch, and the cabinet next to the bed was piled with empty potion bottles.

He remembered that last night, seeing him nearly faint, Alanti had fed him a cabinet full of drugs. Even now, he was still confused and drowsy, unable to distinguish between dream and reality. He felt that the hostess's dim bedroom, the sky-blue curtains embroidered with silver silk, and the swaying pearly white chandelier were all a daydream.

Cesar sat up and lifted the fluffy quilt, discovering it was inlaid with pearls and woven with silver thread, revealing magical runes. It immediately struck him as a temple vestment, perhaps an engagement gift from the Frantian Empire. So, this woman, the emperor's fiancée, was still using servants for her own amusement? He felt weak. He knew a boy his age shouldn't engage in such activities frequently, but he couldn't disobey his mistress's request, especially since she was a formidable mage.

If Ferrieres was merely a gloomy girl, seemingly paranoid, yet in reality completely dependent on her sister and maid, then Arlandi was the stereotypical arrogant aristocrat. Though barely a teenager, she possessed a naive wickedness and cruelty. Cesar had experienced this deeply.

At that moment, Arlanda leaned against the bedside, flipping through a book. Her long hair spread across the quilt like falling snow, looking breathtakingly beautiful, almost unreal. Through the window, Cesar watched the heavy snow fall across the courtyard. He wanted to say something, but his tongue was raw. Last night, he'd licked her for a long time, licking each of her toes individually. Later, she'd teased him with her nimble little feet while she read. There was no affection in that, just the amusement of a young master entertaining an equally young servant.

Seeing him awake from his coma, Alanti rested her chin on her hand and looked over, her gaze full of interest. "Last night, Ferriers came to me and said her Sephora didn't seem lucid. She asked me what happened. But I clearly left a part of her personality behind. Why do you think that is?" She tapped his lips and chanted a spell, which finally gave him the strength to speak.

"I guess she and I are part of the whole," Cesar breathed. "Either of us would feel empty without the other."

Chapter 419: The Tomb of the Wise: The Era of Decline

Alanti studied him. "Although your memory is fragmented, like a room full of torn and piled books, you always manage to say things that don't seem like something you should say. No, things that no one living in this era should say. I can't sense or remember that you're from the past, and to say you know the future doesn't seem quite right either."

"Are you from the past, or do you know the future?" Cesar asked her.

After hearing Cesar's question, she shook her head slightly. "Neither," she said.

"Then I am neither," he shot back.

After hearing what he said, Alanti actually laughed out loud, holding his stomach.

"Do you know what I mean?" she asked.

"I don't know, but you are definitely not the Alante that people think you are." Cesar continued to retort her.

She narrowed her long-lashed eyes. "I am still myself, Alanti. I am neither from the past nor know the future. I am not ancient, nor can I see the sun."

He stiffened his neck and glared at her. "I can't explain what's going on with me because my memory is so fragmented that I don't even know who I am. You can't explain what's going on with me because you're being mysterious and want to see me confused."

"Mysterious? That's right. I'm tired of digging through your fragmented memories, so I don't want you to know my situation easily. When the day comes when you come to me with your whole self, then I'll be interested in talking to you about my own affairs."

Cesar raised his voice, "If you keep torturing me like this, my memory will only become more and more confused and fragmented!"

Arlandi maintained her usual smile, looking bright and charming. "I never intended to let you sort out your memories on your own, my dear. You've been busy for over a decade, and all you've pieced together are a few fragmented words. Do I have to keep you by my side, doing nothing, patiently caring for you for thousands of years, just to have a complete you? No, there's no need. I'll prepare a spell, throw you in, and after thousands of years, everything will be completed."

"I don't understand you."

"You don't need to understand." Alanti said calmly, "It will be a dark and long road. When you reach the end, you will find that you have found everything back."

"This kind of journey drives you crazy," Cesar said.

"Really? It's certainly possible. You don't look like someone who can walk through the darkness alone. Do you need company? Do you want me to accompany you down that path?"

"Your promise is like a tiger promising to lead the goat," Cesar added.

Alanti smiled. She still didn't care about Cesar's provocation. She just told Cesar to get up and prepare clothes for her. She didn't seem to care about his mental state.

She had executed servants for their disrespect, with a cruel and arrogant attitude, as if their existence was worthless to her, no more than the dust on the window. However, she was different with Cesar, and when she made fun of him, she seemed to get a pleasure that she could not get from others.

Even so, her attitude was far from respectful. If you thought about it, she looked at the servants like dust, at Ferrières like a kitten she loved, and at him like a book she had never seen before, hoping to find something different.

However, unfortunately, just like the metaphor of Alanti, his books were torn and piled together, and even he himself had no idea what they were, let alone others.

“You can provoke me with words,” she said, “but when I ask you to do something, you’d better obey me, so as not to suffer pain that you don’t deserve.”

Seeing Cesar's face frozen, Alante leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose. He felt the freshness of her breath, the scent of violets, and when her lips approached, he kissed them in a trance, savoring the overly sweet softness and intoxication. For a moment, he couldn't breathe in her embrace.

The smile on her face showed she knew how he would react. This guy was like a tamed animal.

Then, Alante turned sideways, her thin nightgown slipping from her shoulders, revealing a pair of perfectly curved breasts, perfectly balanced between the immature and ripe. As Cesar dressed her, he was forced to accept her scrutiny, since he only reached her chest. He even had to move a footstool to stand behind her, moving up and down repeatedly to comb her long hair, which fell to her knees.

Cesar often questioned and provoked her, but he only questioned questions that concerned the essence of their existence, in other words, non-worldly questions. He only asked once about the fate of her former servants and the whereabouts of the people who used to help her dress and do her makeup, and never asked again.

He could see that Alranti showed no interest in these matters, no more than someone dusting off a table. It wasn't even just a matter of one or two servants; even if it were increased by several orders of magnitude, to the population of an entire city, it wouldn't be worth her concern. Her vision was at a higher level, sometimes making him feel less than human. If he had pressed the issue even a little further, something bad would have happened.

When Cesar had dressed her in her evening gown, Alante let him hold up her skirt and walked with her for two steps. She was like a ghost, with a light gait and a crimson velvet dress.

The dress made her look even whiter, like an elf walking out in the moonlight. It took him a while to realize that this was a girl of only seventeen.

The eyes on her oval face were still smiling, as if they were always smiling, and she spoke slowly and softly, like the sound of a piano. Her two carefully embellished red lips opened and closed gently, making her look even more kissable.

Arlandi casually extended her hand, placed it on his, and slowly spun around him, her demeanor almost making him forget her age. She asked him to hold her slender waist, and led him through a banquet dance. Her snow-white hair, gorgeous and dazzling, danced as they twirled, as if alive. He felt that she was the most beautiful dancer he had ever seen, and even after the dance ended, he couldn't describe the strange feeling.

Then Cesar lowered his head and asked her what she needed from him.

"Why do you lower your head?" asked Alanti.

"I'm afraid I'll be in a trance and not know what I'm doing."

"Your shattered memory and personality are driving you to doubt your own love and infatuation?" She seemed a little surprised. "That's interesting. Were you originally a person who doubted everything?"

"I don't know. You've always been the one saying I'm different from the others, but the truth is, nothing I do is as good as the servants raised in the academy."

"But I will still choose you." She said, bending down and looking him in the side. A smile bloomed on her lips, and the fragrance of her breath was intoxicating, revealing a corner of the desire he had tried hard to restrain.