Next Day
They had fucked each other all night long. No breaks. No mercy. Just raw, unfiltered lust driving them until the first light of dawn bled into the room.
Clovis had to admit—it was fucking exhilarating.
The way her pussy clenched around him, wet witch-cunt gripping his cock, hot and slick with her arousal. The scent of sweat and sex still clung to the air.
Her moans—guttural, needy, laced with witchy charm—echoed in his ears, burned into his memory.
Even now, the memory alone was enough to make his cock twitch back to life.
C.C. stirred with a soft moan, still impaled on him.
He hadn't pulled out. Not even once. His cock had stayed buried deep inside her all night, nestled warm and snug between her folds as they lay entangled.
Now, behind her, his arms curled possessively around her waist, one hand lazily groping her bare, slippery skin while the other fondled her breast like it belonged to him—because it did.
"Naughty," she scoffed, her voice a little hoarse from all the screaming, but laced with amused arousal.
She didn't tell him to stop.
He began to thrust again—slow at first, savoring the sticky wetness from their endless night.
Then faster, rougher, until her breath hitched and turned into moans once more.
Her back arched against his chest, and her hand gripped the bedsheet as he fucked her like it was still midnight.
With a growl, he pushed deep, holding himself there as he spilled another thick load inside her, his seed flooding her already-messy hole, leaking out as his hips trembled from the release.
He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her swollen, used pussy, the sight so filthy and erotic it made him want to bend her over again right then and there.
Instead, he exhaled, finally moving off the bed to grab something to wear.
C.C. sat on the bed, naked and unbothered, stretching her arms out with a lazy yawn.
Her skin glistened in the morning light, thighs still sticky, body flushed with the aftermath of being thoroughly wrecked.
"Clovis, give me something to wear too," she said casually, as if she hadn't just been turned into a cum-drenched mess hours ago.
Clovis tossed her a navy-blue dress that hugged the curves she clearly didn't mind showing off.
He pulled on a simple set of black casual clothes for himself.
Once dressed, they both left the room and headed to the breakfast table. The scent of food barely hit their noses before their stomachs growled
After a whole night of raw, sweaty, mind-melting sex, neither of them had the patience to bother with a shower just yet.
They were starving—for food, and probably, later, for each other again.
"Brother… You finally—"
Lila's voice was soft, almost trembling with excitement as she moved to greet him.
But the moment her eyes landed on the green-haired woman clinging to his side, that warmth froze. Her cheerful expression darkened.
"Who is that thieving cat, brother? And why is she so close to you?"
"Hush. Don't start drama, Lila. I'm hungry," Clovis snapped, not even sparing her a glance.
His voice was sharp, his tone cold and tired—he had no time for childish drama.
Lila's eyes narrowed in resentment, but she obeyed.
Begrudgingly, she dropped into her seat with a loud, exaggerated pout.
"Idiot brother..." she muttered under her breath, barely loud enough to be heard.
Clovis ignored her dissatisfaction entirely and sat down next to C.C., who met Lila's glare with a playful, smug expression.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around Clovis's, making her closeness to him even more obvious—rubbing it right in.
The message was clear—he's mine right now.
"Little sister, did you make all this?" C.C. asked with a teasing smile, nodding toward the food on the table.
"Yes, but it was for my brother. Not some stray cat like you," Lila shot back, voice sharp and full of venom.
Her distaste for C.C. practically radiated from her.
"Lila…"
Clovis's voice turned low, warning.
He was about to scold her, but C.C. leaned in and made brief eye contact with him, her voice a whisper only he could hear.
"Trust me."
He paused for a moment, then nodded. With that, he picked up one of the sandwiches from the table and took a bite.
His eyes lit up with genuine pleasure at the taste, even if he didn't say a word. He didn't need to.
The small, satisfied smile on his face was enough for Lila.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and the tension in her body softened.
She sat a little straighter, her earlier scowl fading into a smug, proud grin as she watched him devour her cooking with such obvious enjoyment.
That expression of his—that faint curl of happiness—it was hers. It was the reaction she drew from him.
For a brief moment, C.C. didn't exist.
But the witch wasn't one to be ignored.
With a catlike grin, she reached across the table and plucked up a sandwich of her own, biting into it delicately.
"Mmm… not bad," she said, licking a crumb off her lip.
Lila's gaze snapped back to her like daggers.
When Clovis finished his breakfast, Lila turned her sharp gaze back toward C.C. again.
"Who is she, brother?"
"She's going to be my help," Clovis replied without hesitation, picking up a glass of milk and downing it in one go.
The words came out smooth, casual—but the meaning wasn't lost on either woman.
"You already know me, little sister. We've met before. I'm Zero," C.C. said, casually introducing herself.
"Zero? You're that weird mask guy my brother introduced as our new general?" Lila asked, her eyes narrowing with disbelief.
Her tone dripped with skepticism as she gave C.C. a once-over, clearly unimpressed.
"If I knew this, I would've never supported you." She muttered under her breath, voice low but sharp, her expression clearly showing her irritation and dissatisfaction.
But it wasn't just C.C.'s identity that bothered her. No—there was something else.
A scent. A lingering, unmistakable smell Lila was far too familiar with.
Her brother's scent.
And now... that same scent was smeared all over C.C.
That same smell Lila had caught on herself after those late, sinful nights with her brother—nights filled with moans, sweat, and the kind of pleasure that left her breeathless until morning.
And now it was all over her.
C.C. had fucked her brother. Recently. Repeatedly.
The realization hit her like a punch to the gut.
Her stomach twisted with jealousy, rage, and something else she didn't want to name.
"Your brother chose me, little sister. And there's nothing you can do to change that." C.C. responded with a biting, sarcastic tone laced with thinly veiled annoyance.
She had already tried to soften her voice, to be civil, maybe even show some respect and take Lila at face value.
But clearly, that was a mistake. The girl was bratty and entitled.
How was she not supposed to be annoyed?
The two women locked eyes, the air between them thick with tension and unspoken threats.
Neither of them spared Clovis even a glance.
Watching the drama build, Clovis quietly slipped away, unnoticed and perfectly content to leave them to it.
If they wanted to turn this into some petty little showdown, fine.
Let them.
He wasn't losing anything by walking away from the scene.
With a faint, amused smirk tugging at his lips, Clovis mused to himself as he disappeared around the corner.
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Author Note:
Yeah, for the info on the update stability of this fic, I will update it regularly except for not updating on two random days in a week, and as for which days those are, they will be random.
This fic will be updated with one chapter per day or two chapters per day; everything will depend on how many powerstones this story gets. If it gets too few for my taste, I will only update one chapter per day. If I'm satisfied with the number, I will update two chapters per day. If I'm very satisfied, I won't take breaks and will keep writing every day, simple.