The Dread of Dmaned

A few days passed in a blur, with me indulging in my usual games, breaking the woman bit by bit, enjoying her torment without pushing her too far. My mood had been good, and I relished the control. Right now, I was holding Elara close, her firm body in my grasp as I teased her, my length nestled between her soft, rounded cheeks, hands possessively gripping her.

"Cael, I want to talk about something," she said softly.

"Yes, what is it?" I replied, my voice filled with affection.

"I love you. Your essence has made me stronger in just a short time, more than years of training ever could. But I have a request." Her voice held a quiet determination that made me pause.

"Go on," I said, nudging her closer, my hands caressing her skin.

"I know you're protective of me, and I love that. But I don't want to be shielded from the world's cruelty. I've trained all my life, Cael. I want to be strong—not just in theory, but in practice. I don't want to become like those royal family members who are all talk and no bite. Please, let me gain real experience." Her words were soft yet firm, making me realize that in my desire to protect her, I had been stunting her growth.

I saw her in a new light and felt the weight of my overprotectiveness. She had a warrior's spirit and wanted to prove herself.

"I understand, Elara. I won't hold you back in battle, but let me be clear—no man will ever touch you. No one will dare even look at you with desire. I'll tear their eyes out." My voice hardened with a possessive edge.

"Mhmm, that's how it should be. No one should even fantasize about someone belonging to the next head of House Aestherisin." Her voice turned hazy as I toyed with her breasts, rolling her sensitive nipple between my fingers.

"Good girl," I whispered, kissing the crook of her neck making her giggle softly.

A knock on the door interrupted our peace, and I heard my mother and father outside. And allowed then to come in.

"We need to talk, son," my father said as I pulled the quilt over us, only our face visible while Elara blushed a deep red.

"Give me a minute," I replied, sliding out of bed, my imposing figure fully exposed. My thick, girthy length swayed as I walked, dripping with my essence. I entered the washroom, cleaned up briefly, and wrapped a robe around me, though the tent it formed was still evident.

"What is it?" I asked, sitting back on the bed, casually running my fingers through Elara's hair.

"You're approaching your tenth year, and your power is about to awaken. It's time for you to leave for the secluded academy, where you will learn to control your abilities and become fully aware of the dangers we face—enemies we've fought for hundreds of thousands of years." My father's eyes gleamed as he spoke, while I felt Elara tense beside me.

This was the moment I had been waiting for—the excitement of the unknown, the challenge, the thrill of breaking free from routine. My life had felt too predictable lately, but now things were about to change.

"Your growth has been unprecedented, so we think you should leave soon, before the effects of your awakening begin," my mother added, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Alright then, let me know when it's time," I replied calmly.

"There's something else you should know," my father continued. "The proper way to channel the essence of the moon. It strengthens us in two ways: first, simply being under its rays sharpens our senses, enhances our abilities, and quickens our natural recovery. The second way is direct absorption, integrating the essence into the blood flowing through your body, too every part of your being, starting with the heart. This process purifies the blood and other parts of body, increases their density of the stored essence."

I nodded, absorbing his words.

"If you deplete the essence in your body, you'll find it hard to stay awake. That's why we rest under the moon, allowing it to restore enough of our strength so we can actively absorb its essence again. Just like what happened with your sister," he concluded.

"You'll learn the finer details at the academy," my mother said softly.

They said their goodbyes and left, the door closing behind them. I could feel the blood pulsing through my veins, a reflection of my excitement. The thrill of what was to come mirrored my thoughts.

"Will you be alright, brother?" Elara's voice broke the silence.

I bent down, planting a slow kiss on her forehead, then tasting the sweetness of her lips.

"Of course, Elara. This is just the beginning," I whispered, feeling the surge of anticipation as my journey was about to begin