To You Who Will Destroy Me - Chapter 134 (M)

Knock knock.

“I’m coming in, Varkan.”

No response came from inside. Irel slowly turned the door handle and peeked in. The room was dark, the lights completely off, giving her the eerie feeling of sneaking into someone else’s bedroom.

‘Is he asleep?’

She hesitated at the door, still gripping the handle. Even if he was asleep, it seemed like a good idea to go ahead with the Sevring. Normally, Sevring required physical contact, but for Irel, just touching his skin would be enough. Her powers as a Risevra were now so advanced that she could control the Sevring on her own, without needing the Masaka’s approval. This gave her the courage to proceed.

Stepping quietly into the room, she spotted the long, draped curtains of the bed. She assumed Varkan would be lying there. But the closer she got, the more something seemed off.

“Varkan?”

She pulled the curtains back, only to find the bed empty. Irel’s eyes widened as she stared at the vacant space, her heart skipping a beat.

‘This can’t be right.’

Maybe he’s on the balcony? If he had a fever, he might want some fresh air. With this thought, Irel scanned the room and made her way toward the large balcony.

The soft carpeted balcony gleamed white under the moonlight, but no one was there either.

‘Where could he have gone?’

Dragging that weakened body… Just as worry began to cloud Irel’s face, she felt something unexpected.

“Hmph!”

Someone grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth and pulling her into a tight embrace. The shock was so intense that she almost had a heart attack. Instinctively, she bit down on the hand covering her mouth and tried to push it away. But the familiar scent that hit her nose made her freeze.

‘Varkan?’

“Shh, stay still.”

His raspy voice whispered into her ear as his teeth grazed her earlobe. She could feel his sharp nose burying itself in her hair, taking in a deep breath.

“You smell… so sweet.”

His voice, thick with a raw growl, sounded like that of a wolf on the verge of madness, immersed in primal ecstasy. His lips, searing hot and soft, slid against the tender skin just beneath her ear. As they traced down her neck, a shiver of both fear and anticipation rippled through Irel’s body, as if she were about to be bitten at any moment.

Instinctively, Irel trembled, her body quaking in response. Her scent, now stronger, wafted through the air, and Varkan growled in response, his eyes wild and ravenous, like a starving beast catching the scent of blood.

“I can’t… I can’t hold back anymore,” he muttered.

Despite his earlier command to stay still, Varkan swiftly scooped Irel up and laid her down on the soft carpet. With an urgency she had never seen in him before, he tore away her indoor clothes, almost ripping them in his haste. His hands moved with such desperation that it was hard to reconcile this with the composed man she thought she knew.

The night air felt cold against her exposed skin, and the fur-lined carpet tickled uncomfortably beneath her. Irel instinctively curled up, her body tense. Noticing her reaction, Varkan paused, his hand stilling, and he asked in a low voice,

“Are you afraid?”

Irel lifted her head to look up at him. Varkan’s large frame loomed over her, pinning her down, and his eyes blazed with an almost unbearable intensity. His lips, twisted with raw desire, were fierce and unforgiving. He was scarcely clinging to the last shreds of his restraint, and she knew it wouldn’t last much longer.

But why? Why couldn’t she look away? His face, filled with emotions raging and alive, was breathtaking. Like a flame burning brightest just before it dies, even in his descent into madness, he captivated her completely, leaving her unable to pull away.

“Are you afraid of me?”

When she didn’t respond, only gazing at him in silence, he asked again. His voice, perhaps just her imagination, sounded unusually anxious.

You want me, don’t you? You want to take me roughly, she thought, reading the ferocity in his expression. You want to leave marks all over my pale skin, bite down until I’m covered, grab my hair, and inhale my scent until there’s none left. You want to ravage me until I’m dripping with desire, until you can’t stop yourself from taking more and more.

But being hated by me… scares you even more, doesn’t it? Don’t fear me, he seemed to plead. Because if you do, I might truly become the monster you think I am.

“…How could I ever be afraid of you?”

Irel lowered her gaze and whispered softly. At her words, the strength in Varkan’s hands, which had been gripping her as if he might shatter her, faded away.

Without hesitation, Irel reached for his hand and gently clasped it. His eyes, which had briefly flickered with a harsh intensity, now softened, and as she held his hand, the poison within him slowly drained away.

How could one describe this feeling? It was deeply soothing, almost narcotic in its tranquility. It felt like the release after being tied up for so long—suddenly free, as though all tension had been washed away. A vibrant pulse of life coursed through his veins, filling him with a warmth that spread like wildfire, numbing the sharp edges of pain that had once consumed him.

Varkan inhaled it greedily, like a man saved from drowning who had just taken his first breath of air. The stagnant energy he had been holding in flooded out, replaced by the life force Irel was transferring into him. It filled his entire being, banishing the torment within his body.

It was warm, but different from the heat he knew. His own fire was one of destruction, searing and merciless. The kingdom he ruled over was barren, scorched, and desolate. He was a tyrant, wearing a crown of thorns and walking over flames.

But what she gave him was life. It was a miraculous, healing warmth that embraced his suffering body and soothed it. For the first time, he felt as though his agony could truly be eased.

Like a child tasting sweetness for the first time, Varkan became intoxicated by it, wanting more—just a little more. Please, share more with me. He was desperate to escape the gnawing pain that stabbed at his bones and veins like needles.

But deep within, a voice whispered: No, you can’t.

After taking in a large amount of life force, Varkan’s mind felt hazy, as if he were floating. Even as he teetered on the brink of losing his senses, a warning echoed in his ear, a whisper urging caution.

This is dangerous. You’ve taken too much. She might die.

Why should I stop? he thought, feeling as though he might die without it.

Since when had others ever mattered to him? His instinctual selfishness flared up, rebelling against the voice of reason. Everything would be easier if he just listened to his own desires, as he always had. But, frustratingly, his last shred of self-restraint refused to crumble.

“It’s okay, Varkan,” a voice broke through, soft but resolute.

From the other side, Irel’s hand reached out, miraculously dismantling the walls he had built around himself with a gentle touch.

“Take it all. I’ll give you everything. Don’t hold back.”

She smiled, fearlessly, her gaze meeting his. Her pale face glowed softly in the dim light, serene and pure.

***

“Hah… hah…”

Varkan gasped for air, his chest heaving.

Whose beastly panting was that? Somewhere in the distance, he could also hear the faint sound of sobbing, scarcely audible but unmistakable.

Before his consciousness fully returned, it was his body that reawakened first. Even with his eyes still closed, he could feel the unmistakable sensation of his body moving, rocking violently up and down.

“Hnnngh, ah… Aah…!!”

The voice, strained and trembling, pierced through his foggy mind, and he realized it wasn’t just the sound of his breathing filling the air—it was hers as well. The intensity of the moment snapped him back to reality, the lingering haze of the life force he had drained still clouding his thoughts.

It was only then that Irel realized—the sobbing sounds filling the room were coming from her own mouth.

And that wasn’t all. There was something relentlessly moving inside her, pushing in and out without pause. It felt like a massive pillar of fire, or perhaps an unyielding stake, driving into her repeatedly.

Her body was sore and swollen from the relentless assault. The area between her legs, tender and tight, throbbed with discomfort. The slick, confined entrance was being prodded and dug into, again and again, by something impossibly persistent.

As if responding to the relentless persistence, the numb sensation that had once dulled her awareness slowly began to awaken. Heat started to rise between her legs, and with it, a sharp, almost burning pleasure spread through her body.

“Hnnngh, ah! Ah!!”

When Irel finally reacted, Varkan’s movements became even more urgent. Pressing his body tightly against hers, he slipped his hands beneath her, grabbing her hips firmly. He lifted her lower half, angling her upward as he thrust himself in deeper.

“No, stop…!” she whimpered, her voice catching as her body trembled under his grip.

In that moment, Irel felt as if his length had driven all the way up to her navel. The overwhelming depth of the penetration sent a sudden wave of fear through her. She panicked, her body squirming in response, and the tightness of her hips involuntarily clenched around him. Varkan let out a deep, guttural groan.

“So good… It’s driving me crazy,” he rasped, his voice rough and hoarse.

With his hands gripping her hips firmly, he began to move faster, thrusting into her with increasing urgency. His thick length pummeled her swollen inner walls, grinding and rubbing against them with each forceful stroke, pushing deeper and deeper into her with an almost brutal intensity.

Pinned beneath him, her legs spread wide, Irel gasped silently for air. Her back arched involuntarily as her body trembled, unable to keep up with the relentless pace and intensity of his thrusts.

Varkan, however, paid no mind to her trembling. He continued to mercilessly pump pleasure into her overstimulated inner walls. With each thrust, the grinding sound of their bodies echoed in the room as his pelvis pressed down on her groin, his hot, throbbing length plunging in and out of her. Even after burying himself to the hilt, he seemed desperate to push deeper, his movements animalistic and wild.

“Unghh…!!”

As he thrust deeper, Varkan dragged himself harshly along the sensitive inside of her, the motion sending another intense wave through Irel’s already overstimulated body. Her swollen clit ground against his abdomen, and the sudden friction tipped her over the edge into a violent orgasm.

For a moment, her vision went white. The overwhelming pleasure consumed her, making her feel as if she might suffocate under its weight. Gasping for breath, her mouth opened wide, but instead of cool night air, a hot tongue slipped inside, filling her.

“Spread them wider,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “More.”

Varkan’s tongue greedily explored the inside of Irel’s mouth as he commanded her, his words blending with his actions. At the same time, his thick length pushed deeper into her already swollen core, leaving her unsure which of her openings he wanted her to spread wider.

It didn’t matter. He intended to take both.

One hand gripped her cheek firmly, keeping her mouth open as his tongue entwined with hers, while the other hand seized her thigh, forcing her leg to the side. This shift in position allowed his relentless thrusts to penetrate her more fully, the movements growing even more intense and deliberate.

Now, with her body completely under his control—both above and below—Varkan indulged himself in her, his appetite insatiable.