Get ready because this chapter is just a taste of sexual moments, my beloved readers :) I wanted to spoil you a bit because you're all too sweet to me in the comments/kudos/bookmarks, it motivates me a LOT to interact with you guys, so please let me know ur thoughts on the story for more surprises in the future ;) The first chapter with actual sexual interaction is coming soon, but I'll let you know that it won't be with the person you expect :x Also, I created a Twitter just to give y'all a heads up on updates for this and future fanfics, so hit the follow button, l'm BordeauxCerise. Btw, feel free to leave reviews, I love them and I promise I don't bite.I hope you enjoy the chapter ^.^ ? ? ? — Cherry
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"Illumi looked at the view he had from the balcony, he could see the entire York New City from where he was; everyone looked like harmless little ants from that height – not that he saw them as anything different when they were face to face. The moonlight gave the sight a soft glow and he noticed that his own skin looked more alive thanks to it, almost as if it was made of pure Opals. Agile steps echoed, a low noise that indicated the presence of someone else in that room, but he remained calm and relaxed, certain that there was no harmful intent coming from the person. A warm body hugged his slightly cool back, and she pressed her cheek against him in search of a comfortable position. He sighed, not necessarily angry or bored, but demonstrating that it wasn't a good time to act playful. An entertained laugh came from the woman's lips, who guided her hands by his long and muscular arms slowly, the long nails scratching the pale skin and creating red and warm trails along its entire length. He didn't react to contact, which seemed to amuse her and encourage her to try to draw his attention to herself.
The man felt his body shiver as soft, moist lips kissed his skin from his lumbar to his shoulders, each kiss more delicate and affectionate than the previous. He swallowed a bit and kept looking forward, determined not to care about the action. The hands touched his trapezius muscle, massaging it for a few seconds before they went down his pectorals, scratching them with more intensity than before and the woman licked his nape, giving him soft bites that made him squeeze the balcony's parapet with force. With each movement made through his torso, Illumi realized that it became more difficult to stay focused on his knuckles – now white due to the effort to keep himself calm.
The woman touched his pant's waistband, toying with the fabric mischievously and avoiding going further down while creating invisible drawings on the glimmering skin, and she laughed when the man's breath became heavier. She moaned next to his ear, a cheap way to tease him, but that was enough for the man to turn around impulsively and capture the warm, plump lips between his own. Their tongues touched vulgarly and he gripped her waist tightly, drawing a sigh from her lips which caused her to pull him closer and lead one of her hands to the bulge pressing forcefully on her tender thigh. It was a scene that would make even the most libertine prostitutes ashamed, considering how much lust emanated from their thirsty bodies.
Illumi left her lips and descended to her golden neck, his wet tongue following her artery's path and feeling it pulse avidly, which made him smile briefly before biting the area harshly. The woman yelped, a sound with hints of pain and satisfaction, and grabbed his broad shoulders to support herself as he licked the bloody wound. He went further down, ready to give the same treatment to the full bosom covered by the white silk nightdress, when he looked at her face. He widened his eyes and let her go immediately, horrified to see Medea, whose body was stained with blood and hickeys."
Illumi sat down quickly, his black eyes wide in shock and sweat dripping down his body, the coal"colored strands stuck to his forehead and the braid he had made before bedtime was entirely undone. He stared at the wall without knowing how to react and how to process what had happened for a few seconds. Disturbing Illumi Zoldyck was a rare feat, but somehow she was able to it easier than he'd like. It was impossible for him to remain calm after that ... disgusting nightmare. It was already unusual for him to have wet dreams, but that thief showing up in one was the most absurd thing he could ever think of. He grimaced in disgust and stood up enraged, tossing his blanket to the side and controlling himself not to vomit once he noticed his erection. He took a deep breath and counted to three before getting up and walking towards the bathroom, undressing as fast as he could and getting under the cold shower.
The cold water dripped down his neck, leaving a dormant trail where it passed and slowly calming the hot body, still overflowing with arousal. He huffed as he took the shampoo and applied it to his scalp, massaging it carefully to clear his mind and rinsing it off afterwards. He poured the liquid soap on a sponge and began to rub his muscles hard, trying to get rid of any remnants of the erotic dream he had, if you could call it that. Unfortunately, the more he tried to rub his skin, the more the thought sank into his mind, it was like a pestilence that didn't stop multiplying and draining the life of the surrounding beings. That's how he saw the woman, like a plague that had to be eliminated before it caused more harm to him in the future.
He tightened the conditioner packaging and applied the product, picking up his comb and starting to untangle the messy strands gently, aligning them again before tilting his head under the shower and allowing the water to clean his body. He looked at his arms and legs, completely red from the aggressive and repetitive treatment, before facing his manhood, which was now flaccid, and he sighed with relief. Illumi took the brown fluffy towel and dried his limbs and then his hair, wrapping it up so that it wouldn't make a mess on the floor.
He returned to his room with a brush in his hands and opened the closet, getting dressed quickly before facing himself in the mirror; the black linen pants were comfortable to fight and elegant enough if he needed to blend among the crowd in chic places, his dark lead blouse had long sleeves that were buttoned on his wrist and its collar was high, covering his neck and allowing him to move without difficulty. He unwrapped the hair towel and placed it on the back of the chair, brushing the dark locks as he stared at the Kanzashi atop of his desk, gleaming defiantly in an attempt to make Illumi feel that unsettling sensation its owner caused. For a minute, he wanted to take the object and break it into a thousand pieces, but he restrained itself. He had plans for it.
He sat down facing the notebook and rubbed his face before opening it on the stolen pages during his last mission, almost two weeks ago. In a delicate calligraphy, at the beginning of the page, there was the name of the place where Medea had lived before passing the exam, the infamous city of Proyca. When he found the information, he hadn't had the insight to notice what that might imply, but associating the fact with the hair ornament she used as weapon, he had discovered the most obvious thing: Medea had lived in a brothel during her childhood. His grandfather had once told him that the best prostitutes came from Proyca because they were trained in the arts of pleasure from a tender age, he himself admitted having visited the city in his youth and ensured that nothing compared to the moments he spent there. He also commented that it was common for them to receive identification symbols when they reached the "age of majority", that is, when they finished training at age 11 – the objects being most often hair ornaments with certain shapes that were not used by any other courtesan of the brothel.
Most likely the revelation about that detail of Medea's past had stirred his head, causing those uncomfortable thoughts, especially as he realized he could use that to mentally destroy her before finishing her off. Oh, it would be so wonderful to tell her that her dirty little secret would be exposed to the Association, she would've no way of escaping the judgment from others even in death. That would tarnish her perfect reputation forever, but the real satisfaction for him would be to see her in despair as he pinned her to the ground and told her that before slitting her throat with the Kanzashi, and causing her choke in her own blood to death. Only then would Illumi feel avenged and peaceful again.
Illumi smiled and got up with the towel in hands, putting them in their proper places on the bathroom before closing the door. Picking up his weapons, he made sure to not forget the hair ornament, it was as if he could already feel the sweet taste of victory on his lips. The man was about to open his room's door when a memory from his dream came to his mind once again. He saw Medea completely out of breath while blushing hard, her bosom rising and descending rapidly as her swollen, red lips opened slightly, begging to be taken once more, she looked so vulnerable. He shook his head to get rid of the insane reverie and opened the door, prepared to conclude his contract of the day.
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All 20 apprentices stood on a silver semicircle with sophisticated lead"colored adornments inside it, a reference to the Waning Moon – one of the multiple faces of the Great changeable. Their ceremonial robes were identical, composed of a long white dress with sleeves that covered their hands, the fabric was fluid and smooth to the touch, giving the impression that it was nothing but a soft wind surrounding the bodies. Medea remained calm, face expressionless, and kept staring at her bare feet, her head bent in submission before the rest of the clergy who walked around the young women, attentive eyes in search of any behavioral failure. They've been in that part of the ceremonial hall for about 4 hours and were ordered not to speak or move as soon as they got there. She already expected this, nothing in the Order was so objective, they tested mental limitation before putting them under physical pressure.
Next to her, a girl moved her right foot minimally, trying to find a more comfortable position for herself, and Medea only blinked with regret before hearing the voice of one of the Watchmen – a Minor Supporter in his 30s – saying that she had been disqualified for the next step due to her disobedience. The watchman guided the crying young woman to the large oak doors trying to calm her down, but apparently that only made the situation worse and she began to scream like a spoiled child. The scene ended up attracting the attention of three other candidates, who instantly raised their heads and widened their eyes once they realized what they'd done. Other watchmen repeated the process and removed the women from the place. Medea resisted the urge to smile. Now there were only 16 competitors.
Her legs were slightly numb, but it wasn't at all impossible to bear; she had to spend days on end in the same position in her Hunter exam, she could handle it even if she was a little rusty in relation to physical resistance. She realized the twilight was near its end, the Moon was almost entirely exposed in the sky, and only a few weak sun rays appeared behind the tops of the trees. Reasoning briefly, she assumed that they were going to begin the second phase when the Moon shone with all its splendor, so it wouldn't take long for them to get out of that position. She frowned briefly when she noticed that her nape was starting to ache and just took a deep breath, determined to endure the discomfort.
After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, the massive doors opened with a bang and footsteps resounded through the hall, confident and authoritative but too loud for someone who had spent almost 5 hours in a deafening silence. Medea remained her head bowed and waited until the figure was positioned in order to give the endorsement for the end of the stage. The watchers stood on both sides of the hall and bowed down, Medea focused not to reproduce the action, aware that she was still being tested. She heard other watchmen disqualifying two candidates for leaving the position and guided them out the doors, not saying anything else in the meantime. The absence of sound became present again and she could feel drops of sweat dripping from her nape to her collarbone, where they deposited for a short time before rolling through the valley of her breasts.
Suddenly, a voice broke the silence: "May the Great Changeable, the Lady of Heavens, be praised among us!" She shouted. "Glorious are her ways, for they have brought us fourteen young apprentices for the Act of Choice!"
"Praise the Great Glorious!" Exclaimed the members who were not under trial.
"Under this moonlight, oh Ever-Living Lady, I present your apprentices who are waiting for your ordinances! Arise, Maidens of the Moon, and cry for her guidance." The woman orientated.
Medea sighed as she moved again and saw the woman who had begun the ritual. She had long honey colored hair that fell down her shoulders in ringlets, her long golden satin tunic had a deep slit that went from her breasts to her navel and several jewels distributed throughout the length of the fabric making her look like a replica of the Sun itself. Her posture was imposing and severe, like a ruler's, and Medea felt a chill run through her spine as she faced the hard face and cold, ocean colored eyes. Fear was a common emotion that took hold of her whenever she met the High Priestess, she could never look directly at her for a long time, the feeling of inferiority was always present when the woman was near.
"Oh Eternal Goddess, give us knowledge about your ways, take us out of our ignorance with your Sparks of Heavens." The apprentices proceeded with the ritual, celebrating the goddess with chants.
Their bodies had been trained for moments like those, they already knew how to perform the invocation dances so that the Waning Moon intervened in their destinies, ready to close obsolete cycles. Medea hoped the goddess rejoiced in her adoration sufficiently to respond to her with the guidance about her mission, so she gave her best in every move. Dealing with the Goddess of the Moon was something delicate, just like she offered knowledge, she took it, she guided her servants, but also deceived them; one of her names was the Great Changeable for a reason, she was as unstable and unpredictable as the phases of her heavenly symbol.
As she spun in her dance, Medea approached one of the pilasters that connected the temple's semi protected area and the outer courtyard, the lunar rays reaching the marble floor and reflecting on her violet eyes. She felt a warmth on her ear, which gradually expanded through the rest of her body until her tired legs gave away. She only realized that she was falling when her knees touched the floor and she tried to use her arms as a protection for the impact, which never came. Looking up, she saw Sister Iseayra holding her by the arms, smiling with pride as if saying, "I knew you could do it". All around, six other young women found themselves in the same situation as her, fallen on the ground and confused, while the remaining seven candidates looked at each other worried.
The High Priestess gestured for the seven women who were being supported to approach her, being readily obeyed. All of them bowed to the leader, waiting for instructions. Medea's head was a little dizzy and she had to grip the ground so as not to fall again; what was this hot feeling that consumed her?
"You seven were chosen for the third stage, the Lady herself separated you." She explained with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "What you felt before you fell was the spark of heavens that the Goddess poured onto you, so be honored, not everyone has this unique experience. All of you, one at a time, will close your eyes and tell me what you see or hear when you focus so that I can pass you the direction of your next mission." The woman approached the first candidate and raised her chin, staring at her eyes. "Tell me, what do you see?"
There was a quick pause until she responded: " A waterfall."
"You've been assigned with the task of recovering the Soul Stone in the heart of the Viserla waterfall." Medea noticed that the priestess' blue eyes were now as golden as her hair and frowned. That certainly was a bad thing. "Here is a warning from thy master: beware of the noise of thunder, it brings the night." The girl's eyes widened and she nodded anxiously, surprised to see the leader prophesizing in person.
The woman followed the same procedure with all the apprentices, various places that Medea had never heard of sprouted from her lips along with diverse prophecies. Cliffs, citadels, caves, among others were the places designated for each servant to find an item that would guarantee their position in the fourth phase of the selection, and she was sure that the place where she would seek her mysterious object would be in a desert; it was the only one not mentioned yet. The High Priestess approached her, her eyes shining in pure gold, and touched her head, cold hand sinking into the thick white strands and squeezing her scalp. "Tell me, child, what do you see?"
Medea closed her eyes and let the warmth she felt within her run through all her limbs, with the certainty that the Moon would guide her at that moment. You saw nothing but darkness, was there something wrong? Did the Great mutable change her mind about her? Her hands sweat and began to slip along the smooth surface of the marble on the floor, making her even more apprehensive. She thought of telling the priestess about the problem, aware that she would most likely be expelled from the next level, but restrained herself. She wouldn't miss another opportunity to accomplish something memorable in her life, she refused to receive another no, even if it was from a goddess herself.
Medea closed her hands in fists with renewed energy and tried to focus. Again she saw nothing, but was able to feel an aroma that resembled burnt flowers and lemon (or grapefruit, she could not distinguish) mixed with honey; even after traveling to several places since she became a Sea Hunter that specific fragrance was unknown to her, she had never felt that smell in her entire life. Somehow, it was nauseating.
"I smell chrysanthemums and burnt poppies, citrus fruit and honey..." Suddenly, as if a brush started to paint over a black canvas, Medea saw the outline of a White Mountain and closed his eyes with force to try to remember the details. "I see a mountain, surrounded by an extensive forest, and clouds, many clouds." She opened her eyes and looked at the red drawings that covered the priestess's bare arms.
"You have been assigned with the task of taking the Scroll of Tchingsen on the Kukuroo Mountain." The once silent hall began to sparkle with whispers, and Medea raised an eyebrow in confusion. Was there something wrong with that place? She'd never heard of it before, so why did everyone look at her in horror? "Here is a riddle from thy Lady: before Sunset, the Dragon lurks his prey, but when night comes, he shall devour it. Watch out for cards carried by the wind or you may regret it."
People couldn't look away from her, some eyes were filled with pity, others with shock, but some of her competitors seemed satisfied with her fate. She was immediately sure he was on a razor edge. The priestess made a sign for the watchmen to remove the selected ones from the hall and Iseayra approached the young woman, looking at her with concern. Yeah, she was definitely fucked. She lifted her by the arm and pulled her towards the staircase quickly, putting a great distance between them and the other members of the Order. "I'm sorry, my white Lily, I shouldn't have encouraged you." She said regretfully as they climbed the stairs. "What did I do? I should have told you to screw everything up on purpose, none of this would have happened if-"
"Sister, please calm down." Interrupted Medea. "I'm already nervous about not knowing why the fuck everyone got so shocked, if you don't calm down I'll faint." She pulled the woman to the first empty room she saw and pushed her in, closing the door behind her. "What do you know about the Kukuroo Mountain?"
She sighed agitated. "It's located in Dentora region, in the Republic of Padokea. It's the home of monsters in people's clothing, darling lily." She told the girl. "The most vicious killers money can buy. It's said that no one who saw the face of one of the Zoldycks survived, even a description of their appearance is worth millions of Jenny."
Medea calmed down a little, at least now she knew what it was about. "I've never even heard of them." She declared.
"Probably because the Hunter Association takes a lot of your time these days. Besides, your past in Proyca didn't allow much contact with the outside world..." Replied the woman cautiously, afraid to hurt the feelings of the silver-haired girl.
"You're right about that." She spoke, giving a bitter laugh afterwards. "But they're not much different from me, then." She shrugged. "Nice payment is what brought me here, isn't it?"
"Medea! This is nonsense, of course you are different! You serve the Ever-Living Golden Goddess, all you ever did was out of obedience." Honestly, she didn't see a difference, both only wanted the best for themselves, it wasn't necessarily something bad. Or was it? "The probability of you getting out of that place alive is almost zero and it's my fault!"
"Sister, rest assured, I have no intention of dying before fulfilling my purpose in the Order." Medea guaranteed as she winked to the priestess. "You said that if there's someone who can handle this mission and become the next minor priestess, that someone is me. I'll retrieve the Tchingsen's Scroll and honor the Moon, be sure of it."
"Yes, but-"
"Besides, what could go wrong with trying to rob the Zoldyck family?"
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*** LMAO LIFE'S CRUEL, RIGHT ILLUMI? Dhea, honey, you can't root for your classmates' failure, that's horrible, see? U toxic bitch *** Will Medea be able to get inside the Zoldyck Mansion? Why is the Scroll important? What will be her reaction when she finds out that Illumi, besides being the brother of Killua and Alluka, is part of the Zoldyck family? To find out these and other questions, stay tuned for the next chapters~