Chapter 491: The Awakening - r18

Down past his chest. Past his stomach. Until they paused on the bulge beneath his trousers.

Julian’s cock throbbed violently under her gaze.

She said nothing at first, but the silence was louder than any words. "That," she murmured, voice soft and reverent, "is not the body of a boy."

She leaned closer, her breath kissing his neck, warm and trembling. "Not anymore."

Her hands slid from his, her fingers trailing down his young muscles until they rested just at his waist.

"It’s grown," she whispered, almost in awe.

Then lower—her fingers brushed the sensitive skin just above the base of his cock, making it twitch in response.

Her voice came lower now, almost a chant, a prayer laced with sin.

"Fate carved this into you, Rael... this girth, this hunger. This unbearable ache. You’re not a man. You’re a prophecy wrapped in flesh."

Julian smirked, his voice thick with both arrogance and arousal. "And you think that this body—this cock—can break a god’s curse... just by fucking?"

Her eyes never left his.

"No, Rael," she whispered, "not just fucking. Merging. Union. Legacy. Every drop of your seed carries the last divine spark. If it’s spilled without purpose, it’s wasted. But if guided into the right vessel..."

She slipped a hand under his trousers. "...it becomes salvation."

"Mmm..."

Julian gasped softly as her palm made contact with the hot, aching erection. She held his cock like it was holy—the way one might hold a sword meant to slay gods.

"So thick," she murmured, wrapping her hands around it. "The heavens must have sculpted this with both hands."

Her grip tightened slightly, and she gave a slow, teasing stroke, marveling at the hardness in her grip.

Julian’s head tilted back, a raw moan ripping free from his chest. She watched him, mesmerized, as though every inch of his pleasure was scripture unfolding before her.

"Yes.... go on...drown in that pleasure..." she whispered, her voice low and seductive.

Julian looked down at her, both amused and turned on by the way her hands moved like she had done this in secret a thousand times before.

"You’ve dreamt of this," he murmured. "Haven’t you?"

She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.

Her thumb moved in slow, devastating circles over his swollen tip, making him gasp and shudder. She barely touched him, just barely a pressure through the cloth, but it was enough to send electric pleasures tearing through his spine.

He gripped the bedsheets beneath him, his whole body wound tight like he was about to burst.

"F-fuck—" A deep, throaty moan escaped him before he could bite it back, his hips rising ever so slightly—seeking more, begging without words.

"So... what do you want me to do, Grandma?" he asked, the words hitching in his throat.

Her hand never stopped. Her touch remained maddeningly slow, worshipful—as if the pulsing heat she caressed wasn’t merely flesh, but some divine artifact.

Leaning closer, her lips intimately brushed his ears. "Rael... You must leave your seed inside Annie."

The world shattered.

Julian—no, Rael—froze, breath stolen from his lungs. "M-My... mother?" he choked out.

His eyes, wide with disbelief, searched his grandmother’s face for any hint of hesitation. However, there was none.

Her hands moved with a expert rhythm, quickening with every word she spoke.

"She is the vessel. The last link. Only through her can our bloodline reclaim what was lost. You must give yourself fully... to her. Fill her, claim her... make her yours."

Rael’s pulse thundered in his ears. The heat inside him flared—equal parts shame and desire, horror and hunger. His mind rebelled, but his body... his body responded.

"You were born to do this," she whispered. "Fate carved you for it. Annie’s womb—it will awaken only by your touch... only by your seed."

Meanwhile, Inside the body of Rael, a different war raged. The original Rael, the rightful soul of this body, rushed forth like a powerful wave.

"No...! This isn’t right—this shouldn’t happen."

Rael’s soul roared in protest, and Julian felt his grip on the body slip for a heartbeat.

"Geez... fuck..."

Julian muttered aloud, shaking his head with a breathless laugh. "This fucker nearly wiped my soul."

But

nearly

wasn’t enough.

Julian was simply not just a parasite, he was a different kind of being, the one that survived the confrontation with one of the supreme beings. His soul was millions of times stronger than that of some random boy from a cursed land.

He straightened slowly, sensing Rael’s presence dim like a dying flame. The battle wasn’t over, not entirely—but for now, he was in command.

Turning his gaze back to his "grandmother, he smiled, his eyes burning with desire. "Oh, Grandma," he whispered, his voice wicked, "don’t you worry."

He leaned closer to her. "I will make sure to leave my seed inside Mother."

The old woman flinched—just for a breath— sensing that something had changed.

The boy who moments ago trembled beneath her touch now stood taller, his eyes shining sharper, darker.

"Rael..." she murmured, but before she could speak, before she could even name what she felt, Julian moved.

With a swift motion, he was suddenly on top of her, his hands wrapping around her frail wrists and pinning them gently above her head.

The strength in him was undeniable now, cold and commanding. Yet she didn’t cry out. Didn’t resist. Instead, she gasped softly, her lips parting in excitement. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at the boy—no, the

man

—looming over her.

"Rael..." she breathed, her voice trembling with joy. "You’ve awakened..."

Julian’s lips curled into a grin. He leaned down, his face mere inches from hers. "Yes, I sure did," he murmured. "You were right all along."

"My Rael," the woman whispered, her voice cracking. "I knew... I

knew

the blood would awaken you..."

Julian didn’t correct her.

He didn’t need to.

Because in this moment—he

was

Rael, at least playing the part of it.

And the woman, trembling beneath him, welcomed him as such.

"Yes. It sure did, Grandma..." he purred, tightening his grip on her wrists ever so slightly, "and what better way to awaken... than by

taking you

?"

He leaned in closer, his breath teasing the soft wrinkles of her cheek.