Episode 10

Arkyn woke up, his head throbbing in pain

He turned to look at his side, hoping to see Rivaleon. Instead, he caught a glimpse of Olga's stoic face.

Arkyn immediately widened his eyes and backed off, making Olga roll her eyes.

"Oh come on, I'm not that old. Still 51 and kicking." Olga said, chuckling.

For whatever reason, this made Arkyn smile. He has always had a soft spot for old people.

"I'm Olga, the Vylerrith's one-woman army," Olga said, offering her hand as she grinned.

Arkyn took her hand and wobbly shook it while shooting the older woman a grin of his own. It was as if they were just long lost friends reuniting.

Then, her face turned serious. "I suppose you've heard of the gathering and what will take place?" Olga asked, emphasizing on the will.

Arkyn only nodded, massaging the sides of his head.

"Are you armed with some sort of weaponry?" Olga asked. To which, Arkyn responded by nodding towards a certain drawer.

Olga got up and searched the drawer, eventually drawing two revolvers that Arkyn recognized.

"Colt Anaconda, not bad," Olga commented. She sat beside Arkyn again. "Have you ever shot a gun?" Olga asked.

"My grandfather taught me how to use a bolt-action rifle," Arkyn answered. "He fought in the cold war, wanted to pass down the family's deadly aim to me," Arkyn added while chuckling, this earned a smile from Olga too.

"I'm assuming Yurriehl arranged this gun then?" Olga asked suspiciously and Arkyn nodded hesitantly.

Olga muttered incoherent words and opened the window.

"Olga? What are you doing?" Arkyn asked, sitting up.

Olga aimed for a seagull and squeezed the trigger.

But, before the bullet can be released from the gun. The Revolver broke into million pieces, disassembling itself and making sure it won't be fixed ever again.

"I knew that dumb bastard did not know how to assemble a gun," Olga said, gritting her teeth. "One of these days, he'll end up killing himself by using a disassembled gun."

Arkyn only snorted.

Then, the door suddenly burst open. Revealing a worried Rivaleon.

"What happened?" He asked, turning to Arkyn then to Olga who was picking up the broken revolver's pieces.

"Olga was trying out the gun that your dad gave us. Thank god she did, otherwise, it'll be too late if we run into trouble." Arkyn answered, taking away Rivaleon's visible tension.

Rivaleon laid beside Arkyn. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Just fine," Arkyn answered. "No need to drink that semen of yours." He added, snorting.

"How do you even manage to drug me without using a syringe anyway?" Arkyn wondered.

The incubi chuckled and wrapped his arms around the big human. "Through my tail." He answered truthfully, his tail—stroking the human's pale yet rosy cheeks. "We can inject our very own toxin through our tails." He added. "Although, don't worry. I only use a little toxin to knock you out." He continued, smiling softly at the human.

Arkyn couldn't help but smile back. Just a few days ago, he was up all night creating formulas and concoctions for the very man he was now sharing a bed with.

Arkyn stuffed his face in the incubi's neck, taking a whiff of his scent.

Arkyn let out a playful growl. "I made that formula." He said, his smile audible from his voice.

"You did," Rivaleon replied. "Dad was impressed and wanted to sell it. But, Mom wanted to keep it to ourselves."

Arkyn hummed in response, taking pride that his mate was wearing something he did. Finally, he could feel what Rivaleon felt when Arkyn wore his slippers.

It helps that he personally liked this scent, after all; Arkyn was the one to create it. Not that Rivaleon smelt bad, in fact. Rivaleon smelt better with Arkyn's concoction.

The smell of creamy sweetened macapuno and roasted coconuts with a hint of condensed milk sent Arkyn crazy. And, it dawned on him that Rivaleon smelt like condensed milk. And, it made it tenfold better.

Rivaleon smelt delicious. And, Arkyn couldn't help but take a little taste of the incubi's neck.

The human softly grazed his lips on the incubi's neck, earning a soft moan from Rivaleon.

Encouraged, the human began planting wet kisses along the incubi's neck. Not stopping until Rivaleon's pale skin was covered in Arkyn's marks.

He tasted delicious too, he didn't mind eating the incubi right here and now. Not in a cannibalistic way of course.

Rivaleon helplessly suppressed his moans, not wanting to alert the small old lady picking up pieces of the destroyed gun.

Luckily, Arkyn stopped when he noticed that Rivaleon was once again sporting a visible boner.

Arkyn only grinned and threw his blanket at Rivaleon's lap.

Mouthing a little Thankyou at his human mate. Rivaleon wondered. why is he not heavily affected by my charms?

I'm the incubus here. I should be the dominant one.

Although the Incubi didn't want to admit it. He likes being dominated by a human, as long as it was Arkyn.

Rivaleon Von Vylerrith, who is the most prominent, charismatic, and charming Incubus was a sucker for Arkyn Layendheuart; who is a human.

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