Chapter 167: Out Of The Winterlands
Her playful competitive nature flared up, and she splashed back with a larger wave.
Within seconds, the emotionless little Shinigami was splashing back with intense deadpan determination, treating the water fight like a high-stakes military engagement.
Her hair whipped the water into a frenzy as the two of them giggled, shrieked, and played in the steaming hot spring with the sounds of their laughter echoing into the frosty sky.
On the other side of the massive central snowbank, completely secluded and hidden from the girls’ view, Mirela had constructed a smaller and far more private hot spring pool.
She walked up to Klaus, who was sitting comfortably on a smooth heat-warmed stone near the water’s edge.
He had stripped down entirely with his divinely sculpted muscled physique radiating a subtle untouchable authority.
’Heh...’
A sweet affectionate and possessive smile painted Mirela’s flawless face as she didn’t hesitate for a single second.
She stepped up to him, leaning down and pressing her soft, warm lips against his in a slow lingering kiss, before wrapping her slender arms around his broad neck and settling comfortably onto his broad lap.
"Mmm..." Klaus hummed softly into the kiss with his large arms wrapping around her waist as he kissed her back with dominant passion.
His large calloused right hand slid smoothly down her bare back, taking a firm possessive handful of her soft, plush rear, kneading the flesh gently.
"You’re being very bold this evening, bad girl."
Mirela’s cheeks flushed a brilliant rosy pink at the praise.
A soft, breathless moan escaped her throat, and she buried her face into the warm crook of his broad muscled neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his pure Soul Mana. "Master..."
Klaus’s hand shifted slightly with his fingers trailing down to gently wrap around the highly sensitive base of her dark goat tail, giving it a firm deliberate squeeze.
"Ah—!" Mirela shuddered violently in his arms with her breath hitching as a sharp electric wave of exquisite heat shot straight down her spine and pooled directly in her core.
Her goat ears twitched wildly, and she clung tightly to his broad shoulders with her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
Klaus leaned his head back slightly, his deep voice rumbling right against her sensitive ear in a low teasing whisper. "Are you wet, Mirela?"
Mirela bit her lower lip, her eyes shining with raw desire as she looked up into his piercing silver eyes.
She gave a shy breathless nod against his neck with her hips unconsciously grinding down against his lap.
"N-Yes... I am, Master... I am..." She lifted her hands, cupping his rugged jawline with her thumb tracing his cheekbone. "I want to do it again, Master... I want you so badly..."
Klaus smirked, his thumb tracing the soft, inviting curve of her hip. "What’s stopping us?"
Mirela let out a soft regretful whimpering sigh, her eyes darting toward the high snowbank separating them from the main pool, where the sounds of Tasha and Anya’s splashing could clearly be heard.
"The girls are right over there..." Mirela whispered, her voice laced with frustrated desire. "And you know that once we start, you won’t let me go for hours. I won’t be able to stay quiet... When we get back to civilization... to that outpost town... a private inn room would be nice."
Internally, Mirela’s mind was racing with a quiet competitive urgency.
She knew the reality of their journey.
Once they crossed the Winterlands portal and made their way all the way back to Galen Town, Serra and Zephyra would be waiting for them at the Forest-Edge Compound.
The moment those two formidable captivating women reunited with Klaus, Mirela knew her private uninterrupted time alone with him would be drastically reduced.
Zephyra was the imposing dominant master of the house, and Serra was a literal innocent woman, those were the kind of people that Klaus loved.
Mirela loved them, but she was still a territorial demi-human at heart.
She wanted to milk as much of Klaus’s divine seed into her womb as humanly possible before she had to share his bed again.
She wanted to secure her place by his side, cementing their bond before the harem expanded back to its full size.
’And there’s a chance that there are more women to come...’
She took a long steadying breath, forcing herself to sit upright on his lap, smoothing down her soft hair and reigning in her overwhelming lust.
"Well... we need to actually bathe," Mirela said, forcing a sweet maternal tone into her voice to cover her flustered state.
She reached up, running her fingers through his waist-length luminescent silver hair. "But before you get into the water, Master, you need a haircut. It’s far too long. If you get into a close-quarters fight, someone is going to grab this."
Klaus rolled his broad shoulders, looking up at her with a calm lazy expression.
He knew she was right.
"Any style you want, as long as it’s shoulder-length."
"Understood," Mirela smiled sweetly, her eyes softening with domestic pride.
With a subtle flicker of her moon magic, she produced a short, razor-sharp steel shortsword with its polished edge gleaming in the winter moon. "I’ll be very gentle, Master."
Klaus sat quietly on the warm stone while Mirela stood behind him in the snow.
She gathered his long heavy silver hair in her hands with her touch incredibly soft and careful as she brought the sharp edge of the shortsword against the thick strands.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Clean precise cuts echoed softly in the quiet clearing as Mirela worked with delicate mastery, treating the haircut like a sacred ritual.
The trust involved in letting someone press a live steel blade against the back of his neck was absolute, and Mirela honored that trust by working with flawless precision.
She trimmed the heavy waist-length silver mane into a sleek shoulder-length cut that framed his rugged jawline and piercing silver eyes with absolute perfection.
When she finished, Klaus leaned over the edge of the steaming pool, looking at his reflection in the clear rippling water.
He looked breathtaking.
The shoulder-length silver hair gave him a dangerously handsome appearance.
It perfectly highlighted his chiseled features without getting in his way. He looked less like a wild mountain hermit and more like an elite, untouchable saint.
Satisfied, Klaus turned and placed a firm, loving kiss on Mirela’s soft cheek.
"Looks great. Thanks, Mirela."
Mirela flushed happily, her heart swelling with joy at his praise.
She raised her staff, channeling a tiny, concentrated spark of Moon Magic that instantly burned the fallen silver hair scattered on the snow into harmless, invisible ash, leaving no trace behind.
She looked down at him, her slender fingers playfully tugging at his hand. "Should we bathe together now, Master?"
"Let’s go," Klaus drawled smoothly.
They both stepped down into the deep warm water of the private pool.
The heat instantly sank into Klaus’s muscles which was a welcome sensation even for his divinely fortified body.
Mirela grabbed a fresh bar of sweet alchemical soap, lathering it up into a thick fragrant foam.
"I’ll wash you~"
She moved closely against him in the water with her hands gently washing his newly trimmed silver hair, massaging his scalp with expert care before moving down to scrub his broad muscled shoulders.
Klaus closed his eyes, leaning back against the rocky edge of the pool, completely relaxing under her devoted touch.
In return, he took the soap, his large hands gliding smoothly over her soft, flawless skin, washing her back, her curves, and carefully scrubbing the fur of her dark goat tail.
After scrubbing clean and rinsing off, Mirela turned around in the water, settling back onto his broad lap in the deep pool, wrapping her arms around his neck to float securely against him.
The moment her soft, bare rear settled against his thighs, she felt it under the surface.
His rock-hard massive member was pressing firmly against her intimate, wet entrance, radiating a heat that made her entire body tremble.
Mirela gasped softly with her eyes fluttering shut as an overwhelming wave of liquid heat pooled in her lower stomach.
The friction of the water against their joined bodies was driving her crazy.
She wanted nothing more than to sink down, slide him inside her, and ride him right then and there.
’Ngh...’
She wanted to let her loud unrestrained moans echo across the frozen valley for hours on end, claiming him however Mirela hugged his broad chest tightly, burying her flushed face in his neck as she fought a desperate internal battle for restraint.
She knew that if Klaus got in that mood, if he unleashed his stamina, he wouldn’t stop until she was a trembling broken mess, and the other girls were just fifty feet away.
Suddenly—
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
"HELP! MERCY! PLEASE! SHE’S A MONSTER!" Tasha’s desperate terrified voice echoed from around the snowbank.
Tasha came sprinting around the corner of the massive ice pillar at full speed, completely naked with her light blue hair soaking wet and wild as she scrambled frantically across the snow.
Right behind her was Anya, also completely naked and her small face locked in an expression of terminator-like determination.
The six-year-old Shinigami was holding two giant, perfectly spherical snowballs in her small hands, chasing the noble girl with relentless precision.
"Target must answer for aquatic aggression! Evasion is futile!" Anya declared flatly, hurling a snowball with terrifying velocity that hit Tasha squarely in the back of her head.
"Agh!" Tasha yelped, stumbling forward over a snowdrift.
She skidded to a halt right near the edge of Mirela and Klaus’s private pool, gasping for air as the cold snow melted against her bare, wet skin.
Tasha wiped the wet snow from her eyes, turning her head to apologize for the intrusion and locked eyes directly with Klaus sitting in the water.
Klaus was sitting shirtless in the pool, leaning back against the rocks.
His newly trimmed shoulder-length silver hair was dripping wet, perfectly framing his impossibly handsome, godlike face.
His piercing glowing silver eyes were locked onto her, and the steam rising around his broad, flawlessly sculpted chest made him look like a mythical god of war resting in a sacred spring.
Tasha’s mind didn’t just short-circuit... it completely detonated instead.
Mirela, who was sitting directly on Klaus’s lap in the water, blushed slightly at their chaotic intrusion, but she wasn’t surprised or angry that they were naked.
They were all girls, and they were at a hot spring.
She was, however, deeply surprised by Tasha’s reaction.
Tasha stood completely frozen on the snowbank, staring at Klaus’s new haircut and devastatingly handsome face.
Her light-blue eyes bulged wide with her mouth falling open in awe.
Her face turned so intensely red it looked like it was about to burst into actual flames.
The overwhelming aesthetic perfection of the Soul King broke whatever remaining noble composure she possessed.
"H-Hot..." Tasha whimpered, her raspy voice trembling violently as her degenerate intrusive thoughts completely overwhelmed her sanity. "Ugh... he’s... too hot..."
PAH!
Unable to handle the embarrassment, Tasha violently punched herself squarely in her own face with her right fist.
The impact knocked her out cold mid-standing as she collapsed flat onto her stomach in the snow, out like a light with a tiny trail of metaphorical steam practically rising from her flustered head.
Anya stopped running at the edge of the snowbank.
She stood there holding her second snowball, looking down at the unconscious noble girl with mild confusion, tilting her head slightly.
"Target has self-neutralized," Anya reported flatly.
Klaus stared at Tasha lying face-down in the snowpack, dead to the world, and let out a long exasperated sigh that blew a cloud of steam into the air.
"Good lord..." Klaus grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Several days passed in steady uninterrupted travel.
The massive spiked Soul Mana dome that usually protected the carriage had been lowered, allowing the natural environment to pass by unimpeded.
The weather in the far southern reach of the Winterlands had settled into a crisp, clear manageable cold with the apocalyptic blizzards of the deep north behind them.
Up on the heavy, reinforced oak roof of the moving carriage, Tasha stood firm in her boots.
She was holding her father’s heavy steel longsword with both hands, her expression locked in one of intense focus.
SWISH! SWISH! KRA-ZAP!
She was executing a rapid disciplined series of fluid downward slashes with her dark-blue lightning tattoos flaring along her forearm.
Her infant lightning spirit buzzed cheerfully beside her shoulder, feeding high-voltage plasma directly into her muscles, allowing her to perfect the fluid footwork and spirit-infused pivots Klaus had brutally drilled into her during their morning spars.
With every swing, her control over the volatile Tier 2 elemental core grew sharper, her form shedding the rigid flawed habits of her past noble training.
In the distance, rising over the jagged white horizon, a massive swirling, towering blue vortex of magical energy was finally visible.
It was the Winterlands Portal... the massive dimensional gateway that marked the physical border back to civilization, leading directly to the snowy outpost town where Klaus and Mirela had come from weeks ago.
"Tasha! Breakfast is ready! Come down!" Mirela’s cheerful voice called out from the open side door below, competing with the sound of the churning carriage wheels.