Special chapter: Camelia

(AN: Those events happen prior to the 8th Day. Between the event of CH 601 and CH 602)

After the conclusion of Lilith and Lilin’s display, the party slowly came to a lull. They all knew that very soon… they would have to fight for their life. While some had roles of a different nature than the rest, all of them needed to get into the right mindset for war.

Still, as if they had planned beforehand, the girls waved or kissed Sol goodnight before leaving one after another until… only Camelia was present.

Looking at the awkward smile plastered on her face, Sol was more than certain her presence was no coincidence. That smile also told him that Camelia was aware he had seen things through.

“What a beautiful night, don’t you think?” Camelia cleared her throat and spoke in what she thought was a completely nonchalant way. Yet, the faint trembling of her fingertips, the rise in her body heat, and the gradually rising drums of her heartbeat did not escape Sol’s keen senses.

Camelia had become… meek, ever since that particular incident happened. Always walking on eggshells as if she feared offending him and permanently breaking off their relationship.

A change that irked Sol much. When he distanced himself from Camelia, his goal was not to make her bow and cower. All he ever wanted was a relationship of equality between them. One where they could trust each other without needing to manipulate each other.

“I heard your discussion with the others,” Sol spoke, interrupting her as she tried to make idle small talk.

Camelia was startled but then, looking at the sincerity in his eyes, she felt herself calm down, “I… I simply shared the way I felt. I regret many things and while I know I cannot change what I did, I am happy I was able to open my eyes before it was too late.” She stopped then looked at him with clear hesitation in her eyes, “It’s not too late, right?”

Sol approached her and took her hand in his, “I already told you that you had nothing to fear. But it seems like I have to teach this to you more thoroughly.”

Camelia tilted her head in confusion, wondering the underlying meaning of his words. However, her thoughts soon vanished, a yelp escaping her lips, as Sol effortlessly swept her off her feet before holding her in a princess carry.

“Sol?”

Flashing her a proud grin, Sol looked down at the bewildered Camelia and murmured, “Tomorrow will be a perilous day and you will play a very important role. Can’t have you be in a confused state of mind now, can we?”

Chuckling, he started walking toward the exit of the Hanging Garden while Camelia held him in silence, her thoughts running wild as she wondered what he was about to do with her.

***

A few minutes later, Camelia had a flushed look as she found herself lying down on Sol’s bed with her arms tied down above her head by a mana string. Compared to some of their earliest play this was quite minimalist but this time, Camelia truly had the feeling that she could not free herself from the restriction tying her down.

“This is…” She released a hot sigh, not knowing what to say.

“It seems like your preferences are still as perverted as always.” Sol chuckled, his words making her avert her gaze.

Looming above Camelia, Sol got a first-hand chance to appreciate her mesmerizing beauty once again. She may not have the youthfulness of his other lovers like Isis and Setsuna, but she made up for it with her mature aura and her incredibly voluptuous appearance.

Her body was everything a man could dream of and time seemed to have left no traces on her immaculate self. Even when lying down, her breasts stood proud and defied gravity while her narrow waist was a delight for his eyes as he trailed down and lasciviously took in her wide, plump hips.

Sol had made sure to disrobe her nearly entirely beforehand, leaving her in nothing but a pair of pure-white lingerie. White stocking that reached her mid-thigh, a garter belt, and frilly crotchless panties. Her bra was not much better as there were open slits that revealed her perky nipples, giving access to them.

“I always wonder what the other nuns would think if they realized the kind of underwear the so-called Supreme Daughter of Chastity wore beneath her clothes.” Sol was simply mesmerized by her lewd appearance. He knew very well that Camelia put that risque lingerie on entirely for his sake.

As always, knowing how far his girls were willing to go for him was an extreme ego boost for him, even his junior agreed with him on that front.

“I don’t usually wear this. I just thought…” Camelia mumbled to herself, fumbling with her words in shame. Telling Sol that she had prepared beforehand in case she got lucky was more shameful than she would have thought. The more women joined Sol the more insecure she felt. After all, they were all so cute. Her only advantage over them was knowing Sol for longer.

Still, from the fiery look of lust in his eyes and the obvious swelling in his pants, she was glad to see that her preparation had not been for nothing.

Suffice to say, her insecurities did not escape Sol’s keen mind. And it only made Camelia more cute in his eyes, his love for her only growing stronger. There were many things he wanted to say. But he knew very well that words were not enough in this situation.

“Well… I guess I simply have to show you, how much I want you.” He breathed in her ear before proceeding to nimble it, causing her to shudder.

Camelia looked curiously as Sol stood up and went to his drawer before coming back with a sleeping mask in hand.

“You can say no, you know? Just in case, let’s say the safe word this time is war. Say the word and I will immediately stop.” Sol had no plan to go heavy in the SM today. Just a small play but just in case, it was always good to have a way to stop things. In a SM play, the one in control should always be the M.

Sol was very careful on this as he knew that Camelia had once been truly blind, and he did not wish to arouse trauma in her.

He covered her eyes with the sleeping mask he had specially prepared for this very occasion.

“From now on, you don’t need to worry about anything; just leave everything to me.”

Camelia's heart drummed violently against her chest, an erratic rhythm, after losing her sight. The raw sensuality in Sol’s voice did not help. Her excitement and shame were at an all-time high.

“Sol…”

She spoke but got no answer. The only thing she could hear was the rustling of clothes, which told her that he was disrobing himself. For a King-ranked being like Camelia, all her senses were extremely sharp, and the loss of her eyesight only sharpened those senses further.

She didn’t know what Sol had in mind for her, but she held no doubt that this night was going to be absolutely wild.

***

Camelia could feel her heartbeat accelerate greatly.

There was a big difference between closing one’s eyes and having them covered by someone else. All her nerves had gotten so sensitive that even her breathing sounded loud to her. The dryness of her parched lips and saliva going down her throat as she swallowed could be felt keenly enough to be called excessive.

All of her senses seemed to have come alive now that she could not see with her eyes. The feeling of the meager clothing on her skin had never been so vivid, and her nipples started to become painfully erect and brushed against her undergarments, heightening the pleasure and excitement that was building up inside her.

“It seems like you are even naughtier than I first thought.”

His voice sounded right next to her ear and feeling the hot breath in tandem with his sensual voice made her quiver. She could only imagine what she looked like now, with her hands tied above her head, her eyes covered, and her body only clad in sexy lingerie.

She heard Sol chuckle with amusement and felt something touch her abdomen, just below her breasts. He then tugged at her brassiere that wrapped around her smooth, jiggling breasts and then caressed her soft and malleable mountains.

A moan of pleasure escaped her lips. The anticipation building up inside her threatened to ravage her mind. She wanted nothing more than to be touched, more and more, at every nook and cranny of her body by her beloved.

When she bit her lips out of habit, Sol grabbed her lower lip with his index finger and thumb. He grasped and caressed her supple lips with his hand and played with it to his heart’s desire.

It was a very strange feeling.

“We have plenty of time to ourselves.”

His voice sounded so full of desire; as if he was about to devour her and leave no traces of her existence on this earth. She had never felt so deeply desired after in her entire life. This made her realize how ridiculous her fear of Sol abandoning her had been.

“Open your lips.”

He said in a low and commanding voice. She swallowed down hard, even forgetting to breathe, from the nerves she felt; her throat hurt due to the dryness she felt. Her face was tinted in a shade of luscious pink as she hesitated to follow through, but in the end, she let her lips fall apart slightly as he so wished.

Soon, his lips firmly pressed against hers and a soft piece of wriggling flesh entered her mouth.

His tongue smoothly ravaged the insides of her mouth. He slowly made his way around her teeth and the sides of her cheeks. A jolting pleasure unlike any other shuddered through her body when their tongues met and clashed.

It was a hungry kiss but also comforting, a strange mixture. Camelia felt herself melt in his embrace, forgetting all the problems that plagued them, even the war to come. In this very moment, all that mattered was the two of them.

A throaty moan escaped from deep within her body, reverberating through Sol as he pushed on with the kiss. The hungry kiss gradually heated up further. He kept making her breathless until she reached her very limits. Then he parted his lips from hers, and after letting her catch her breath, started once more.

Breathing had never felt so sweet and agonizing for Camelia. But Sol did not let her rest for long and started kissing her again.

Their kiss continued that way for many more rounds. Camelia’s shoulders, which had been stiff from nerves, gradually relaxed, drooped, and even shuddered intermittently. His kisses were sweet and soothing. When he parted from a particularly long kiss, Camelia lightly gasped for breath. With only this much, it felt like she had been fighting for hours.

“Now shall we get to the main course?” Sol said.

A violent shudder ran through Camelia as she felt her bra being completely stripped off her. The cold sensation of air, brushing against her now-naked body was vividly felt by her enhanced senses, heightening her pleasure. She could feel her nipple stiffen further, growing rock-hard. While her lower abdomen heated up and leaked gushing streams of sticky love juices.

“You are gorgeous,” Sol muttered right into her ears before nibbling her earlobes with his lips. “Tell me, how does it feel to be in the dark?” He seemed curious.

Her heart swelled with a strange, ticklish feeling while her brain seemed to melt because of his words. As he gently rubbed on her naked skin, all her nerves jolted as if possessed by the very incarnation of pleasure itself.

The fingers that had been on her lips moved down to her collarbone, down her arm, brushing across her torso and upper body. Her body trembled in response to the hand that stroked her sides, gently avoiding her breast every time— a masterful tease.

“I… I don’t know.” She was confused. This was different from the sensation of Darkness she had in her memories, for obvious reasons. She knew that she simply needed to move what was covering her eyes to be able to see again. All she felt now was unending pleasure.

“I see. I guess I need to work harder then.” Though she could not see him, she felt him nod to himself. Then a clear chuckle escaped him as his hand finally reached her most intimate place once again.

“You are even wetter than at the start. It seems like I am doing something right, at least.” His voice held a tinge of amusement as well as pride as he teased the outer lips of her moist garden.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sol’s fingers began sliding into her tightening folds. Her eyes flashed at the sudden intrusion and she instinctively buckled. The pressure took her breath away as well as her senses as his thick fingers stirred her insides.

Obscene sounds echoed out of her moist pussy. Each time a long finger pressed in deep, his thumb rubbed exquisitely against that sensitive bundle of nerves near her entrance.

As Sol’s hand pushed up again and again on her clit, Camelia’s vagina got wetter and wetter with each passing second. Sloppy, sticky, and transparent love juices splashed out of her vagina with every movement of his digits.

Camelia sobbed and shuddered with his brazen movements. Her legs went weak from the rush of pleasure and her mind was becoming hazier by the second.

But Sol showed no signs of stopping.

While he worked on her vagina with his fingers, he traced his lips from her neck down to the vicinity of her breasts.

A jolting pleasure from her breasts forced her to let out a short moan. He took a mouthful of her jiggling breast and sucked. As if milk was coming out of her breasts, he licked her nipples meticulously and without any pause. He kissed her nipples and bit them with just the right amount of pressure, making sure to stimulate her enough without hurting her.

Her body couldn’t stay still with this ticklish and strange feeling growing inside of her. Her upper body bent upward slightly as her breasts jiggled with the writhing of her body.

A familiar feeling ran along her spine, causing her to curl her toes in delight. Her breathing turned sharp, and she couldn’t think of anything but the feelings that were brewing inside her chest.

“Sol… It’s…” She could hardly speak and words stopped coming out when a tingle surged up, flooding into her body and causing her muscles to spasm as euphoria circulated throughout her entire body for what seemed to be an eternity. A long cry of throaty pleasure left her mouth as she reached a new height of pleasure.

The short moment of bliss passed, and her senses dulled, while her body had no strength left in it to even move a single finger. She felt content. Even more so when Sol started caressing her hair comfortingly. The feeling of his fingers smoothly combing through her hair as the climax slowly washed off her body was hard to describe. She missed these moments.

“How was it?” Sol asked, knowing the answer fully well. But Camelia did not disappoint him with her words.

“It was incredible.” Truly it was. This was pretty softcore compared to some of her eccentric tastes, but it also allowed her to enjoy quietly the ever-growing pleasure.

“I am glad you enjoyed it.” Sol smirked, “Time for round two.”

He was going to enjoy this night thoroughly.

***

During this period of war, Sol had done his best to restrain his libido as much as possible, It was only after the seven-day ceasefire that he was able to let his restraints loosen and finally relax.

Even so, it wasn’t as if he was completely relaxed. Though he projected an image of absolute confidence, he was filled with endless worries deep down. The weight of the expectations on his back could not be easily ignored, nor was he willing to ignore them. For the upcoming events, even the simplest mistake may cause him to lose his life or the lives of his loved ones.

It was stressful, very much so.

But right here, right now, holding Camelia in his arms, Sol could feel his heart finally find a semblance of peace. Though he knew he would have to fight for his life tomorrow, all that mattered at the moment was this woman who had been ready to give her life to him.

This was why he fought. To spend blissful times with his loved ones.

“I will untie you for now. But let’s keep the blindfold on.” He did not wait for her to protest before acting on his words.

It’s now time for the main event.

A smile stretched his lips as he placed his rough hands on Camelia’s smooth, plump thighs.

Camelia moved her hips in surprise as she felt his hands on her limbs. A small shriek escaped her when he took hold of her ankle and spread her legs wide out of the blue.

Shame burned her cheeks when she realized how ridiculous she must be looking with her legs spread apart like so.

“I want to devour you right now.” He said while kissing her ankles and leaving a trail of slobbering mess behind as he progressively went lower, inching closer to her moist hole.

Camelia’s hips moved involuntarily, chasing the sensation of his kisses, while her brain supplied her with an imagined vision of the entire scene. She knew she was dripping wet right now and the waterworks were not about to stop anytime soon.

Sol could no longer hold himself back at the sight before him. His lower half had gotten beyond hard for some time already. So much so that it had started to hurt him.

He held her hips with his hands, a bit roughly just how she liked it. Her long slender legs clumsily wrapped around his hips almost immediately, as if on instinct, bumping here and there through the process.

“Hold onto me,” Sol said, nay commanded. He had to force himself to calm down and reign in his impatience but some of it still managed to leak out. With such a lovely woman in his arms, who could even blame him?

She followed his order and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His muscles felt firm yet also flexible. Even though she could see nothing, the perfect definition of his body was enough to further intensify her excitement.

“I am going in,” Sol warned.

He raised his upper body and centered himself against her, gradually adding his weight onto her voluptuous body. Soon, he inserted his manhood inside her inviting hole, inching through her quivering folds. She was still wearing her crotchless panties, making this scene more intense than it should have been.

Camelia grunted as she felt him enter.

His penis pressed in and stuck along the walls of her wet pussy. Her soft, fragile, and pink-hued inner walls trembled as they spread with the insertion of his member, making way for his cock. She furrowed her brows as she felt the gradual intrusion of the foreign object inside her.

She felt like her body was twisting from the inside. Her wet internal walls had already wrapped and tightened around him. Her nail dug into his shoulder, but Sol did not even flinch nor groan in pain. This was absolutely nothing for him.

He nibbled and licked her neck and chin, careful not to leave any marks on her body, and slowly made small movements along his hips.

Like this, the oldest dance in the world started once again inside the confines of this room.

He went on carefully; as if he was handling glass, fighting against his heart that wanted to rough up her body to his desires. One of his greatest struggles was always to make sure he did not end up hurting his women during the act. They were so fragile, after all. Even a King like Camelia would be in danger if he used all his strength if she didn’t protect herself with mana.

As the movement started to accelerate, the pleasure on both sides continued to intensify. Her red inner walls, which twisted and swelled up, slowly began to wrap around his member and pulled him in, as if it had adapted to his size. Every time he thrust in, there was a lewd and obscene sound that rang from the inside of her body.

She moaned out loud. She looked to be in pain, but her body still twitched with pleasure and reciprocated his movements. When he pulled out, she felt a searing burn along her inner walls, but once he pushed in again, her entrance swallowed him with a hunger that she had a hard time understanding. Her soft inner walls continuously stimulated his shaft.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the sloshing sound of lewd liquids being spilled and stirred stroked her ears obscenely, bringing endless pleasure to Camelia.

Sol hugged her upper body tightly against his and changed his posture. She was placed on his lap, and his cock stuck her deeply due to her weight. Seized in a position that felt like the center of her body had been pierced to her depths, Camelia held her breath.

Gradually, she lost all senses in the lower half of her body, and her mind felt weird and hazier than ever. She felt like she was on drugs even though she had never even taken drugs in her life.

“Hha… Hha…” Her rough breaths increased, flooding the room alongside their lewd pants.

“Your insides are shaking like crazy, you know.” Sol breathed hard.

He firmly held onto her hips as he bore deeper into her. Her juices flowed out from her down to her buttocks. As he continued to thrust, the viscous fluids created a constant and moist slapping sound.

He slowly changed the direction of his thrusts as he penetrated deeper into her folds, inching toward her womb. He concentrated on her panting and groaning and stubbornly hammered into all the sweet spots he remembered.

“Ah! Aah…”

Her insides squeezed and started to spasm. He saw that she was about to climax and plunged deeper into her.

Her body froze and she let out a long, throaty cry. Her entire body began to tremble. He was far from reaching his limit but stopped holding himself back.

“I’m going to cum.” He warned and groaned immediately as he felt his penis swell and finally release everything he had been holding in.

The two hugged each other tightly for a long few minutes, bathing in the pleasure their bodies elicited in the other.

Camelia felt herself filled with strength. She wanted more, she wanted to continue. But a kiss from Sol managed to calm her down.

“Let’s sleep for now. We need to conserve our energy for tomorrow.” He smiled and took away her blindfold.

The sudden intrusion of light was a bit hard on her eyes, but after blinking a few times, Camelia gazed at Sol and hugged him even more tightly. As if she wished she could fuse with him.

“I love you.” She knew those words might be corny to say after they just had sex, but those were her honest feelings. She loved him, more than anything or anyone in existence.

Sol kissed her forehead, her words filled him with elation. He knew that she loved him, but the feeling when she uttered those words would never grow old.

“I love you too. More than you can imagine.” He said gently and with this, both closed their eyes, drifting towards dreamland.

The final act of this war was inching ever closer, but for now, they would rest.