Chapter 228: Toying with Seraya**
The Zorath Clan’s soul well chamber echoed with wet, frustrated sounds. Seraya Zorath lay sprawled on a silk mat beside the turquoise pool, her jade-green legs spread, one hand working furiously between her thighs. Her emerald hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her golden eyes were squeezed shut.
She had been at this for hours.
And still, she couldn’t finish.
"Fuck," she hissed, fingers moving faster. "Come on..."
The pressure built. Her back arched. Then faded. Again.
She slammed her fist against the mat. "WHY?!"
Above her, hidden in the shadows of the root lattice, Kael watched.
Kael smiled in the darkness.
He waited until her sobs quieted, then stepped out.
"A different approach might yield better results," he said, voice casual. "Your current method seems... unsatisfying."
Seraya’s eyes snapped open. She scrambled to cover herself. "WHO IS THAT?!"
"Just here to try out the Patriarch’s soul well," Kael said, stepping into the light, still wearing Finesh’s form. "And see the difference."
"Finesh?!" She squinted, confusion warring with outrage. "This is Zorath territory—"
"I have whatever right I claim."
Kael’s fingers found his tunic clasp. He pulled it open, letting the fabric fall. Then his pants followed. His boots kicked aside.
His cock sprang free. Seraya’s eyes went impossibly wide.
"What the HECK is that monstrosity?!"
"Well, it’s my cock."
"WHY IS IT SO BIG?!"
"Genetics." He shrugged with a smirk. "Good cultivation. Body refinement. And watching your reaction."
Her face flushed jade. "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"
"I’m about to enter the soul well."
He dived into the turquoise pool. The energy was electric—twice as potent as the communal well. He surfaced, water streaming down his chest.
"Ah," he breathed. "Two years in the regular well wouldn’t match a few months here."
Seraya had scrambled to her feet, back against the wall, covering herself. But her eyes kept darting to him—specifically, to what floated beneath the water.
"The energy here is more concentrated," she said, strained. "It would destroy a weaker soul."
"Good thing I’m not weak."
He paddled to the edge. Close enough to see her nostrils flare, her pupils dilate.
"Do you want to try it?"
"Try what?"
"My cock. It’s quite large, as you noted. And I’m told I know what to do with it."
"You—" She sputtered. "You KNOW I could have you executed!"
"You could. But you won’t."
"And why not?!"
"Because I’ve got the solution to your little problem."
She froze. "What problem?"
"The one you’ve been trying to solve with your tiny, soft hands for the past two hours."
The color drained from her face. "You were watching me?!"
"Of course. You were making quite the show." Kael sat on the pool’s edge, his cock fully visible. "If the goal was to actually finish..."
He trailed off significantly.
Seraya’s face burned. "That’s none of your damn business!"
"It is now. Because I can give you what those fingers can’t." He spread his arms. "You’re not broken, Seraya. You’re just unfulfilled."
"And let me guess—the solution is your dick."
"Correct. Beautiful Seraya, it seems you are smart."
"Shameless," she snorted, but her eyes kept straying downward.
"I prefer honest."
"Honest doesn’t mean you get to wave your dick around in the Patriarch’s soul well!"
"Then come wave it with me."
Her jaw dropped. "What?!"
"Get in the water." He patted the edge. "Let me show you the release you’ve been chasing for years."
She shook her head.
She tried to move toward the exit. Her legs wobbled. Her knees buckled. She was so weak from two hours of frustration that she couldn’t walk properly.
Before she could fall, Kael was there. His arm wrapped around her waist, catching her. His chest pressed against her back. His breath ghosted across her ear.
"Careful, love," he whispered. "You might hit your head."
His hand found her nipple. His thumb brushed across the peak, and her entire body jerked. A moan escaped.
"Stop," she gasped, weak. "Ahh... stop..."
"The body doesn’t lie." His hand moved lower, fingers finding the slick heat between her thighs. "You can say stop all you want. Your pussy says different."
His fingers found her clit. Her legs nearly gave out. She was so sensitive—too sensitive—and yet his touch was exactly what she needed.
"Don’t..." Her breath hitched as he circled lazily. "You can’t... I’m the Patriarch’s daughter..."
"You’re a woman who needs to come. Badly." His voice was calm. "And I’m the only one in this room who can give you that."
She tried to resist. But his fingers knew what they were doing. The right rhythm. The right pressure. Measured. Controlled. Building, not rushing.
"You were going too fast," he murmured. "Too frantic. You need to be teased, not attacked."
"Shut up..."
"Make me."
His thumb pressed down on her clit. Her world shattered.
It wasn’t the orgasm she’d been chasing. It was the beginning—a release that spread outward like wildfire. She sagged against him, gasping, moaning. And he didn’t stop.
His fingers kept moving, kept building. Her first orgasm was barely fading before the second built, and the third already forming.
His fingers plunged inside her. She came again—harder, her walls clamping down, her scream muffled by her own fist.
The orgasm tore through her like a storm. Her back arched. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Wave after wave of pleasure she’d never thought possible.
When it faded, she collapsed bonelessly in his arms.
"That’s three," Kael said. "Not bad for a first try."
"You..." She couldn’t form words. "You’re..."
"I’m what?"
She didn’t answer. He laid her down on the mat. Her body was limp, pussy still dripping.
He positioned himself between her thighs.
"What are you doing?!" Panic cut through the haze. "I just came! I can’t—"
"And I don’t give a fuck, lady."
He thrust inside her in a single motion. Her pussy was so wet, so relaxed, that there was no resistance—just sudden, overwhelming fullness that made her scream.
Kael paused, looking down. A tiny bead of red mixed with her arousal.
"Well, well, well." He smirked. "Would you look at that. A virgin."
Her face burned. "That’s none of your—"
"I’m quite lucky." He thrust deeper; she cried out. "Three virgin pussies in less than a year. Hahahahaha—the goddess of sex must be enjoying my show."
"You are—" She gasped as he moved. "The most arrogant—"
"Shh." He pressed a finger to her lips.
She wanted to argue. Wanted to push him away.
But she couldn’t. Not because he was too strong. Not because the soul well had drained her.
No. She couldn’t argue because she didn’t want to.
For the first time in years, her body felt alive. Whole. And she would let the devil himself have her if it meant holding onto this feeling.
Kael smiled down at her. His hips began to move.