Return of the Mythic Bloodline

Maximilian silently retrieved the pouch from the pond, tied it to his waist, and rose to his feet. The wings on his back expanded powerfully.

Just as he was about to fly off, a hand rested on his shoulder. Its long fingers with sharp nails pressed firmly against the fabric of his clothes.

"Will you not greet this old hag, Young Master?" a calm feminine voice came from behind, causing sweat to trickle down his temple.

"How could you call yourself an old hag, Lady Cindera?" Maximilian gasped, as if genuinely exasperated. He turned around and continued with a weary grin. "You are the most beautiful young lady in the two realms."

Before him stood a striking woman with long amber hair that glowed like molten lava, cascading all the way to her feet. A portion of it framed her face, concealing one of her eyes. The other eye, its pupil shaped like a burning sun, narrowed at Maximilian with clear annoyance. Her long, visible eyelashes faded into a golden hue. On her back rested wings of countless dense feathers, their upper plumes shimmering in gold before gradually fading into the color of burning amber.

Her arms were folded in obvious fury beneath her chest, supporting her massive bust, which was covered in golden and amber fur. It was the only part of her voluptuous body that was covered, apart from the similar fur between her thighs that concealed her outer intimate area.

"Were you not in closed door cultivation?" Maximilian asked, taking a gulp.

"What do you think, young master?" She asked, her tone low and threatening.

It was only then that Maximilian realised that he had been tricked. His eyes widened in shock. Black lightning flickered around his feet as he prepared to make a run for it.

However, before he could, the door of the mansion suddenly opened and Pyria entered inside. Draven hung in her arms by her sides, his limbs limp and his face lowered.

"Draven!" Arthur gasped, his hand flying to his face. For a moment he thought that the poor kid had been killed.

Pyria threw Draven towards Maximilian and Arthur where they caught him before he could hit the floor. He was alive and well but the same could not be said for his dignity. His eyes were lowered, face slightly crimson in embarrassment.

"Draven you alright?" Arthur asked, his voice laced in worry.

"Shut it," Draven muttered, not even raising his head.

"Good work, Pyria," Cindera gave a nod of smug victory to Pyria.

"We cannot just let them get away stealing the Flame Milk every year," Pyria muttered, glaring at the trio that caused them to slightly flinch. "Please punish them properly, Lady Cindera."

With that she left the house, closing the door behind her.

"Y-you dare trick me, Lady Cindera," Maximilian snapped, pointing at her. "Are you not afraid of the heaven’s wrath!"

"Are you listening to yourself, young master," Cindera muttered, her voice slightly rising. "Not only you steal the Flame Milk that I produced by relieving myself for a whole year, you even dared to insult me behind my back!"

Now the trio was left stunned, hilariously flabbergasted. Maximilian had the most extreme reaction, his eyes widened, lips shivering in shock.

"Wh-what do you mean by relieving yourself?" Maximilian asked in case he was misunderstanding it.

"What else?" Cindera moved her hand between her thighs as she revealed, "The Flame Milk is produced when I feel pleasure."

That was the final hit on Maximilian’s dignity. "I-I h-have been d-drinking her c-cu—cough-cough!"

He coughed violently, his tongue out as he repeatedly tried to wipe it off with his hand as if that could change anything.

"That is very disrespectful, young master!" Cindera growled, her patience running thin as she moved forward, her hips swaying with each movement.

As she reached closer to the trio, she said, her voice dropping to a terrifying whisper, "Maximilian Éclair Valcyrion Bane, Arthur Zéphyr Valcyrion, Draven Noctis Valtherion Voss. Are you prepared for your punishment?"

The temperature inside the room rose alarmingly, sweat drenching the trio’s body, their faces turning pale.

"I-I am the heir to the Two Realms," Maximilian tried to remind her as his last effort.

"And I am the heir to the Demon Kingdom," Draven said, joining in. "If you touch us, you will invite the wrath of both clans."

"Precisely," Maximilian nodded. They grabbed Arthur and pushed him forward as they added simultaneously, "use Arthur, punishing him will not produce the retaliation from either clan."

"Y-you two...how could you?" Arthur whimpered, breaking into tears as he looked at his friends who had completely betrayed him.

Instead of answering, Cindera flicked a finger. Three pillars of scarlet fire burst from the ground behind the trio, rising like volcanic geysers. The flames wrapped around their bodies in an instant, hardening into blazing restraints that pinned them against the fiery columns, leaving them unable to move.

"The Flame Milk is essential for the male phoenix to increase their libido," Cindera revealed as she moved around Maximilian with playful steps, her hand brushing his skin. "I had to spend several hours everyday playing with myself to accumulate this much in a year yet because of you, we have been facing shortage problems."

With a tap of her finger on Maximilian’s chest, she burned away his robe. The flames only consumed the cloth without touching his skin in the slightest.

"Wh-what are you doing!?" Maximilian demanded, his face turning crimson.

"Fufu~ Since you have consumed this much Flame Milk, your libido must be quite high. I let you be till now because you were too young. Now, I will use you to produce all the Flame Milk that you consumed over the years."

Maximilian’s face turned crimson as the hot air of the room touched his bare skin. The dark scales at his chest shimmered, the diamond shaped golden gem at the centre of his chest pulsing even more than usual.

Cindera leaned closer, her hot breath and sweet fragrance filling Maximilian’s nose.

Just as her lips were about to meet Maximilian’s—

"Lady Cindera!" Arthur shouted, his face expressionless, voice unwavering. The unexpected call gathered the attention of all three. "You cannot force yourself on my lord."

Tears trickled down his eyes as he continued, his tone low, "If you really must do it, I will give my body to you to protect my lord. Do all the terrible things for as long as you wish to me. I will not complain, not even once. I will suffer this punishment for my lord."

Drool was leaking from his face, his breathing heavy as he blurted those words, fooling no one. His proposal only invited judging glares from Draven, Maximilian and Cindera.

"You are not my type," Cindera declared, her expressions that of disgust.

The words visibly shattered Arthur while almost breaking Draven and Maximilian into laughter. They barely held themselves back by biting their lips.

Cindera turned her focus to Maximilian again as she took a long lick on his cheek with her hot tongue. "Oh heavens, you look just like your father when he was younger."

"St-stop it already, you disgusting old pervert," Maximilian cried out, his face both crimson in embarrassment and terror. "I have no intention of mating with you. I will take any other punishment but not this! Do it with Draven instead."

"Watch it, Maximilian Éclair Valcyrion Bane," Draven muttered, staring at him with murderous intent.

"You called me that again," Cindera snapped, pushing his mouth into her massive bust. His body squirmed as he struggled to breathe. "Does this look like what an old lady possess? You disrespectful brat! I am known as the most beautiful lady in the two realms. Are you impotent or what?"

Her amber eyes shifted below, a smile spreading on her face. "Fufu~ that does not seem to be the case. You are only playing hard to get."

She gently tapped him, the flame pole behind him bending backward, moving to a horizontal position.

It was only then that Maximilian could breathe again now that his head moved back along with the pole.

"And do not worry about mating. I am not stupid enough to give my Primordial Yin to you."

The revelation made Maximilian release a sigh of relief but his expression was still anything but calm.

"What do you mean?" He demanded.

A playful smile spread on Cindera’s face as she flicked her finger again. Walls of flames emerged around them, blocking them inside a flame room with enclosed ceiling, leaving Draven and Arthur outside.

She lay down on top of him, her maddeningly hot and soft body pressing against Maximilian’s hard body of thick muscles and metallic scales. Once her face reached his ear, she whispered in a low, seductive tone, "There is not only one hole down there."

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