Seeking sce, Arabe retreated to the bathroom to shake off her unease. Standing under the soothing stream of hot water, she felt ze’s strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close.


    “ze,” she mumbled, trying to turn and face him, but he pressed her firmly against the shower wall, preventing her from moving.


    “Why don’t I make you feel better?” ze murmured, his lips trailing kisses down her shoulder as the water cascaded over their bodies. He remembered that Arabe had mentioned how hot water helped her rx.


    “Yes,” Arabe whispered, letting out a moan as ze’s arousal pressed against her back.


    She bit her lower lip, briefly closing her eyes before reopening them to find herself locked in ze’s intense gaze. The lust and desire in his eyes tempted her to scream, to let him take her and make her forget everything else. But instead, she settled for a soft smile, reciprocating his gaze.


    “For how long have you been staring?” she asked yfully.


    “Just in case I die,” ze said, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. “I want to carry the memory of you with me to the gra-”


    “You’re not dying,” Arabe interrupted, her re cutting through his words. She closed the distance between them, standing on her tiptoes to nt gentle kisses along his jawline before finally pressing her lips against his.


    Their kiss was a fusion of warmth and softness. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, while ze groaned, his hand firmly grasping her backside. With a fluid motion, he lifted her, and Arabe instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.


    “You feel so good,” she murmured against his corbone, her hands trailing down his muscr back.


    “And you taste even better,” ze replied, his voice filled with desire, and he gently slipped a finger inside her.


    Arabe’s head whipped back, and her eyes rolled in ecstasy. She shuddered as ze’s finger skillfully moved within her, sending waves of pleasure through her body.


    “Oh, God!” she gasped while he took one of her pointed nipples into his mouth.


    Grounding on his finger as it pushed into her, her legs spasmed, and her breath came out in gasps.


    After a few seconds, ze withdrew his finger, leaving Arabe staring at him questioningly.


    “I’m not done yet,” He grunted.


    She moaned as he slowly made her stand and turned her to face the shower wall, her ass tilted in the air.


    He gave her a gentle smack on the ass before guiding his dick towards her entrance.


    Without warning, ze thrust in, causing Arabe’s head to hit the wall. “Are you okay?” ze asked, pausing when he heard her groan.


    She giggled and shook her head. “I’m fine. Keep going…” she groaned as he grasped her waist and began to move inside her, not letting go until they both reached their release.


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    It wasn’t until some timeter that Arabe found herself making her way toward Orga, who was near a small cave within the training centre they were in. The cave was just a short distance away.


    Feeling a sense of unease, Arabe wrapped her arms around herself as she entered the cave. The energy in the air was overwhelming, and she scanned her surroundings, trying to determine its source.


    Her attention was drawn to a wrinkled older woman, who appeared ancient enough to have lived for centuries, hunched near a collection of crystals. It was undoubtedly she who possessed such powerful energy. Arabe couldn’t help but be astonished that someone so old could emanate such power. It reminded her not to judge solely based on appearances, she mused. However, the sudden surge of panic within her refused to dissipate.


    As if sensing she was being watched, the wrinkled woman turned to stare directly at Arabe and pointed a crooked finger in her direction, causing her to stumble forward.


    “What’s happening? Who are you?” Arabe muttered, feeling herself drawn closer to the woman against her will.


    ze spoke up. “What’s going on here, Orga?”


    Arabe turned to see ze behind her, realising he had been there since they entered the cave.


    “Orga!” Arabe called out, raising her voice, but he ignored herpletely.


    As Arabe moved uncontrobly, ze reached out his hand to pull her back, but she continued to be drawn toward the woman. She had lost control of her movements, and Orga wasn’t offering any assistance.


    Panic surged through her as she was unsure of what would happen next.


    ze gasped as he was forcefully pushed backwards, attempting to propel himself forward again, only to be met with an imprable barrier.


    His eyes widened in realisation as he struggled against the barrier, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move any closer. It became apparent that the wall had been specifically created for him alone.


    ze understood the predicament he was in-he was utterly trapped.


    Arabe’s heart raced as she stood before the older woman, her mind filled with uncertainty about what would unfold next.


    “ze,” she muttered, turning to gaze at him. Her brows furrowed as she saw him at the entrance, pounding frantically on the barrier that enclosed him. Each desperate strike seemed to worsen the situation, only causing the barrier to thicken.


    “What in the hell is happening here?” Arabe demanded, ring at Orga.


    “You are in the presence of the Phoenix seer, and ze… well, Wolf Boy had no business being here,” Orga exined dismissively. “I made that clear earlier.”


    “He’s here for my safety, Orga. He’s harmless, and you know it!” Arabe retorted, frustration seeping into her voice.


    Orga shrugged indifferently. “You need no protection, Arabe. The woman before you is your ancestor. That’s all you need to know.”


    Arabe strained to see any resemnce, but all she could discern was the withered face of the old woman. She attempted to look beyond the physical appearance, but she found nothing.


    A sudden surge of power enveloped her, causing her to shudder. She attempted to move her legs, but they remained unresponsive, refusing to obey hermands.


    “What is happening to me?!” she cried out, her voice tinged with fear.


    ze’s muffled voice emanated from behind the imprable barrier, “Hang on, Arabe! I’ll find a way to get us out of here!”


    Whispers filled the air, mingling with the overwhelming power that tugged at her. She gritted her teeth, attempting to block out the incessant whispers by covering her ears, but they grew louder and more insistent, invading her mind with their ominous warnings.


    “The wolf boy shall perish!” they hissed, their words carrying a menacing tone.


    Arabe’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked around, desperately searching for the source of the haunting voices. Yet, there was no one there except the wrinkled old woman and the silent figure of Orga standing by her side.


    “Let him go, or face the consequences!” the voices continued taunting.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org.


    Tears welled up in Arabe’s eyes, and she turned to Orga. “What does this mean? Why are they saying these things? ze is not going to die!”


    “He is not yours; you will only bring doom upon him!” the voices taunted relentlessly.


    Fear and confusion coursed through Arabe’s trembling body. She longed to run away, to escape the horrifying fate foretold by the voices, but she found herself immobilised. Her legs felt like they were rooted to the ground, and an overwhelming sense of powerlessness consumed her.


    Unable to endure it any longer, she let out a piercing scream, her voice reverberating through the cavern.


    As if the scream had unleashed a tempest of untamed energy, a powerful gust of wind erupted, shaking the very foundations of the cave, and debris was sent flying in all directions.