Chapter 161: Chapter 161: The City Of Death

Rumble! Rumble!

​A dark sky, thunder rumbling beyond the clouds.

​The atmosphere was cool, the kind of coolness that arrives on a stormy day. Rain fell on the ground with a pitter-patter sound, accompanied by a raging gale that transformed these raindrops into small knives.

​Amidst these conditions, a couple was engaged in a wild, sensual dance.

​”Paah, Paah, Paah.”

​”Harder, husband. Pierce my womb!”

​Paah. Paah. Pahhh.

​”Ahhn~ Just like that. Let your beastly instincts take over and fill my womb.”

​”Paah. Paah. Paahhhh.”

​”Squelch, Squelch, Squelch.”

​The man rammed from behind, piercing her messy hole, which was already leaking the essence of life.

They changed positions multiple times: one time with her leg up on his shoulder, one time in missionary, and another where she became a cowgirl.

In each position, their combined essence spilled onto the rocky ground.

​Her belly was visibly bloated because of the raw load he flooded inside her. The intercourse was so intense that the very cave began to tremble with each slap of skin on skin.

The nasty sounds traveled far and wide, but unfortunately, there was no one to admire the sight. All around them were just barren lands, without a trace of greenery or life.

“Arghhh, take it all.”

​Spurt~ Spurt~ Spurt~

​With that loud groan, the man collapsed onto the woman’s stomach, his cock twitching because of the aftereffects of an uncontrollable release. It looked as if a dam had broken inside her. She wrapped her legs around him like a frog, taking everything he let out into her already overflowing channel. Her lower lips occasionally squeezed around his shaft as if still trying to milk him dry.

​She seemed content as a blushful smile crossed her adoring face. Sweat slicked her skin, but she seemed to be glowing. It felt as though they hadn’t just gone through regular intercourse, but a sacred ritual. They stayed locked together for ten minutes until he pulled out from her entrance, letting the thick white cream leak out.

​He watched the scene with a satisfied smile. “There, you should be pregnant after this, Wife,” he smirked.

​She shyly nodded, trying to close the gaping hole. “Thank you, husband. I really needed it,” she said, touching over her vagina to keep the seed inside her.

​The man smiled and began pulling his robes around him. The woman followed soon after, wearing a simple, worn-out tunic. Nevertheless, it gave her a perfect housewife charm.

​When the sky cleared outside and some light spilled into the cave, the couple’s features became prominent. The man had long, silver-white hair, a flute at his waist, and a trademark gentle face.

He was not too fat, nor too lean—just the right proportions of an ordinary man. His tough skin gave off the vibe of a wandering vagabond.

​The woman had dark, shoulder-length hair, fair skin, and a perfect mole near the left side of her mouth.

Her skin was white but bore the scars of countless journeys.

“Lukas, where will we go from here? This place is scary,” the woman asked.

​”I know, Mira,” he said. “But I am not sure what this place is, either. The air here smells of old and decay.”

​”Let’s step outside and try to find out exactly where we are,” he suggested.

​She agreed. “You’re right.”

​Afterward, they stepped out. The clear sky and the golden sun welcomed them from above. Everywhere, there were only barren lands and desert, though the sand and soil were black. They looked in every direction until they spotted something mind-shattering.

​To the west, dozens of miles away, they could see the shape of a city. The walls were golden and so tall that they almost touched the dark clouds. In the middle of it stood an even bigger structure. It was a colossal octagonal cube, its golden radiance felt even from this distance.

​”Husband, what is that?” Mira asked, trembling.

​His face turned solemn. “It looks like a city, but that structure in the middle feels like a sanctuary of the gods. Let’s head there; we might find something that can guide us on our perilous journey.”

​She nodded and snuggled close to his chest. “Stay close to me, husband. You know I get scared easily.”

​”I know,” his reply was gentle as water.

Soon, they approached the massive gates, and the sound of an ancient bell, Dong—Dong—Dong—Dong, rang out across the desolate plains.

The tolling was heavy, vibrating through their very marrow as the golden gates creaked open just enough to reveal the sentries standing watch.

​The guards were towering figures clad in rusted, ethereal armor, their faces obscured by shadows. One of them stepped forward, holding out a skeletal hand.

“To enter the City of Death, you must pay the toll. One hundred Death Tokens each.”

​Both Lukas and Mira looked at each other in confusion, not understanding where they had stumbled onto. The name of the city alone sent a chill down Mira’s spine, and she gripped Lukas’s arm tighter.

​”Death Tokens?” Lukas repeated, his voice somewhat calm despite the eerie atmosphere.

​He suddenly remembered the leather pouch he had found partially buried in the black sand during their trek through the storm.

He reached into his robes and pulled it out, loosening the drawstring to reveal hundreds of small, jagged coins that pulsed with a faint, ghostly light.

​The guard didn’t wait for him to count them. He snatched the entire pouch from Lukas’s hand with predatory speed.

After a brief, rattling check of the contents, the sentry stepped aside, gesturing toward the dark, narrow street beyond the gate.

​”Enter guests,” the guard cackled eerily. “And try not to lose your souls. This city has a way of claiming what isn’t nailed down.”

​Lukas and Mira stepped through the threshold, the massive gates slamming shut behind them with a finality that made the air tremble.

They were now inside the City of Death, and the golden cube in the center loomed over them like a silent, indifferent god.

“We’re finally here, Adonis!”

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