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The dim light of the setting sun filtered through the stained-glass windows of the Obsidian Chains' headquarters, casting pink and orange rays across the room, as the sun was starting to set down on Re-Estize.
Meliodas is seated on his desk, thinking about his progress. A week has passed since his arrival, and the kingdom is already buzzing with whispers of his name. He smirks, his fingers drumming lightly against the wooden desk.
Everything was falling into place just as he had wanted.
"One week," he murmured to himself, his voice low and contemplative. "Just one week and the entire kingdom is already talking about the Obsidian Chains and me."
He stood from his chair, his boots clicking softly against the wooden floor as he paced the room. His mind raced, replaying the events of the past few days like a well-orchestrated play.
"Destroying the Eight Fingers was the first move. A necessary one. They were a cancer, but a valuable pawn to do my next moves. And their fall? It sent a message. A loud one. The nobles, the king, even the common folk, they all know now."
They know that someone powerful enough to dismantle an organization like the Eight Fingers is here.
And yet, here we are, operating openly, and legally. They might consider us a threat to their power balance, but they can do nothing about it. The Obsidian Chains. A name that's already synonymous with power and influence.
A sly grin spread across his face as he thought about the nobles and their feeble attempts to understand his motives. They feared him now, of course. How could they not? But fear was a useful tool. It kept them in line and made them think twice before acting against him.
And then there's the matter of the nobles' house. Brain's little escapade didn't go unnoticed, did it? The Adventurer Guild is already on our trail.
Missions to hunt us down.
"Let them come. If they're so eager to throw their lives away, who am I to stop them? Mahito, Yoriichi, Brain, and I... We're not exactly easy targets. But it's amusing, really. Do they think they can bring us down with a few adventurers? How naive."
He chuckled softly, his purple eyes glinting with amusement. The thought of the Adventurer Guild's futile efforts was almost endearing. Almost.
"But the real prize? The Obsidian Chains itself. The money, the influence... it's pouring in faster than I anticipated. And we haven't even opened the official casinos yet. Let's see…" He paused, mentally calculating the numbers he read on the reports.
"In just one week, we've amassed over 30,000 golden coins in revenue. The black market operations we've absorbed and converted to legal transactions are thriving, and the legal fronts are gaining traction. By the end of the month, I wouldn't be surprised if we hit the 200K mark. Not bad for a week's work, wouldn't you say?"
He leaned against the edge of a window, his gaze drifting to the training grounds visible through another window. Brain was there, sweating and straining under Yoriichi's watchful eye. The sight brought a satisfied smile to Meliodas' face.
"Brain. Now there's an interesting piece on the board. He's come a long way in just a week. Yoriichi's breathing technique... Not the Sun Breathing, but a variant has done wonders for him. If he keeps this up, soon he'll be able to take on Gazef Stronoff without breaking a sweat."
And when that happens… well, let's just say the kingdom will have a new champion to rally behind. "One loyal to me."
He closed the window and walked to his private chamber, his hands clasped behind his back.
"I feel like I deserve a reward for what I have done so far, hehe." Meliodas sheepishly smiled, opening the thick wooden door.
The private chambers of Meliodas within the Obsidian Chains facility were something only the top of the world could get.
The room was vast, with high ceilings adorned with beautiful magical chandeliers that cast a warm white glow over the space. The walls were lined with rich, dark wood paneling, accented by gilded trim and ornate carvings.
A plush, crimson carpet stretched across the floor, muffling footsteps and adding to the room's sense of quiet luxury. A massive four-poster bed, draped in silken curtains, dominated one side of the chamber, while a sitting area with velvet-upholstered chairs and a low, polished table occupied the other.
A large fireplace, currently unlit, stood against one wall, its mantle decorated with rare artifacts and trinkets. The air carried a faint scent of sandalwood, adding to the room's aura of sophistication.
I entered the chamber, closing the heavy oak door behind him with a soft click. My eyes immediately fell on Makima, who was seated gracefully in one of the chairs, her legs crossed and a faint smile playing on her lips.
She was as composed as ever, her sharp eyes locking onto mine as I stepped further into the room.
"Makima, I see you've made yourself at home." My tone was casual but laced with a hint of amusement.
She tilted her head slightly, her smile widening. "I thought I'd wait for you here. This room suits you, don't you think? A king should have a space worthy of his stature."
I sighed, Placing my hands on my waist as if I was tired, glancing around the room. "I told you before, I don't need all this space or these luxurious things. It's excessive."
Makima stood, her movements smooth and deliberate, as she walked toward him. "Excessive? Perhaps. But necessary. You may not be a king yet, Meliodas, but you will be. And when that day comes, you'll need to embody the role fully. This room is just a small step toward that."
I chuckled at her words shaking his head. "You always have an answer for everything, don't you?"
"Of course," she replied, her voice soft but firm. "It's my job to ensure you're prepared for what lies ahead. And part of that is making sure you understand the weight of your position. Also, you might act all humble but I know deep down that you want all of this, and even more."
I stepped closer to her, my purple eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her face. "And what if I told you I don't care about the weight of my position? Or about all this stuff? What if I just want to focus on the people and help the world?"
Makima's smile turned sly, her gaze never leaving mine. "Then I'd say you're lying to yourself. You care more than you let on, Meliodas-sama. I can see it in your eyes. You want power and you don't care what happens to others if it means obtaining it."
I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek as I leaned in closer. "You're right, It might work on others, but I really cant hide anything from you can I? But right now, I'm more interested in something else."
Makima's breath hitched slightly, though her composure as well as her disturbing smile remained intact. "Oh? And what might that be?"
Instead of answering, I closed the distance between us, my lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both commanding and tender. Makima responded in kind, her hands moving to rest on my shoulders gripping over them.
The room, with all its grandeur and luxury, faded into the background as we became the sole focus of each other's attention.
I broke the kiss briefly, my voice low and husky. "You always know how to push my buttons, Makima. But maybe that's why I keep you around."
She smirked, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "Or maybe it's because you know I'm the only one who can keep up with you."
"For now yes, but maybe in the future I might summon someone who might compete with you." My words were both provocating and teasing, but at the same time, I wanted to see her reaction.
"At that time I will prove that you just can't find better than me." The only thought I had after her words was. 'She's hot.'
I didn't respond with words, instead, I took her by the chin and deepened the kiss making it more passionate, but Makima was not fazed, not even for a single second, she kissed me back with the same amount of ferocity.
We were having a tongue fight, but it seemed I was winning it as my tongue always ended up dominating and on top of hers, licking it with pleasure.
As time went on, Makima was slowly drowning more and more in lust both from the kiss and her master's touch invading her breasts on top of her shirt, making her nipples erect from the constant stimulus.
We continued this for one long minute until we almost ran out of breath, Makima was not showing it on her face but she felt as if she was dreaming as she wished for this to last forever.
"It's the same for me..." I said, taking her attention from the feeling my hands were generating on her body, back to my words. "You also might try to hide your real feelings from me but, I know very well how horny you are right now. After all, your body cannot lie."
I picked up on the wet spot in her pants, so I bent down and reached down to her waist, my fingers deftly unbuckling the belt with a soft click. The leather slid free from the loops, and I tugged it loose letting it hang at her sides. Next, I undid the button as well as the zipper of her pants, proceeding to pull it down alongside her black panties, long sticky strings connected her pantie to her pussy.
"Damn." Her pussy was mostly white, some spots have a shade of pink and red. But it was a complete mess, soaking wet.
I looked up at her face, a teasing smile drawn on my face. "Even devils get horny. huh?"
"It can't be helped, you made me like this... Master~" Her voice started being affected by her current state of mind.
"Start by taking off your top, and let's see what we have here..." She did as I asked, taking off her shirt and bra revealing her firm medium-sized breasts. Completely white like a cloud, pink nipple sitting atop each of her breasts, they looked at me, and I stared back.
"Look at you Makima, you're in such a mess right now. Let me help you." I inserted my middle finger inside, feeling her tight inside. And upon that her whole body twitched with sudden pleasure, her pussy muscles tightening on my finger and sucking it deeper inside.
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