Dark Berserker: Rise of the Forgotten Progenitor

Lia led Cristian deep into the castle and they went down. He passed through a place that looked like a dungeon, but it had no smell as Lia said she had thrown all the smelly stuff decades ago.

They went down again and pitch darkness welcomed him. Suddenly, a tiny ball of scarlet flames appeared on Lia's palms. It hovered a few inches away from her flesh and it moved to her will.

She flicked it and it jumped from one candle to another. Cristian watched with fascination as the darkness dispersed and in its place, the radiance of the candles.

"Nice." he praised with pure admiration and a crimson tinge appeared on Lia's glossy cheeks, her long lashes fluttering.

The allure that billowed off her at this moment made him gulp, and he averted his gaze. What Lia did was just a minor skill that took a negligible amount of her mana and no native of Eternity would be amazed by this, but for Cristian, who had not experienced magic throughout his life on earth, it was still new and refreshing.

At the end of the room, a small treasure box sat on a stone platform which reached his waist when he arrived.

There wasn't any padlock or manual, so he turned to Lia and while she could tell him, she took this to her advantage. Guiding his arm while enjoying the feeling of her palm on his, she gently grazed his palm and a tiny gash appeared.

Cristian hissed, but Lia calmed him by sucking his earlobe. The sensation of her wet tongue sucking his earlobe made him shiver and at that moment she pressed his palm on the box.

His eyes shot wide open, and it flashed with a green glow. A strange feeling shot through his arms and the boisterous laughs and hammering bounced within his head for a while and the box opened.

Within the box lay a pair of black gloves with golden engravings. They both had green exotic gems. Cristian's eyes couldn't leave the beautiful gloves.

"They're beautiful," his voice sounded hypnotic, and Lia distanced herself to give him some alone time.

He touched the gem on the left-handed glove and called out, "Inspect"

[Infinite Touch: A pair of gloves that took a few centuries to create. A work done by the brothers; Runesmith paragon Trirbac and blacksmith god Treldem, who created the first and only equipment able to contain the affinity: Decay]

[Bound to the blood of Vladimir Athelstone]

[Rank: Ancient!]

[Character: Indestructible. Level 40 to unlock the next ability.]

"An equipment that can make me touch without fear, with this I don't have to be afraid of killing anything!'' The joy in Cristian's tone bathed the entire place, making Lia smile.

He had grown scared of his powers, as it wasn't something he could just deactivate, but now with this glove, he could actually touch without a trembling heart.

"Lia, what rank is Ancient?" he heard no reply and turned only to see Lia in shock, her eyes wide open and her cute lips parted.

"T… That's the highest rank, weapons, and equipment of this caliber are only made by gods or paragons and it takes time, you didn't have any item of Ancient rank before your death," Lia's tone made him know the value of the glove in his hands but it also made him scowl.

"It doesn't even give any additional stats, those wicked dwarfs"

"My Lord, how did you know who made your gloves?" Lia's eyes glowed. She pinched her thumb and trembled like a little girl excited, for her parents were taking her to a place she yearned for.

"I don't know, it just came to me," he muttered with furrowed brows and turned to the beauty he couldn't even dream about on Earth. "And I knew that the drunkard Treldem and the gruff Trirbac made it." He said their names as though he had known them for years.

"This is good news, my Lord. This means you might remember sooner than expected," Lia jubilated and asked if he would love to take wine, but Cristian refused.

"Then would you like a bath?" she made sure she swayed her waist while walking toward him. Her allure soothed his eyes and mind and her eyes began to twinkle with strange lights.

"A bath and a massage would soothe both your body and soul. Don't you think so Lord Athelstone?" Her hot breath rushed like a wave into his ears and he subconsciously nodded.

His eyes flashed, and he regained himself. A bulge had already formed on his pants and his brows furrowed. "Do not do that again. '' The authority in his tone reverberated and Lia shivered.

"It just happens," she explained with pitiful eyes, causing Cristian's heart to melt 'and because I lose myself around you,' she completed internally and led her Lord out while making sure he feasted his eyes on her swaying juicy buttocks.

After a while, they appeared in a room that had a large pool in the middle. The crystal clear water shimmered and the white steam rising off it raised the room's temperature.

Lia pushed the curtain aside and he walked in. The sudden change in temperature made him wiggle his fingers.

Even the bathroom looked luxurious due to the chandelier, plush sofas placed before the wall, and the tray of blood-colored wine skillfully kept at a spot he could easily reach while in the pool.

"When did you prepare all this?" Cristian couldn't control his shock and queried, being served by such a beautiful maid couldn't be more surreal to him.

"A good personal maid must be one step ahead in making sure their Lord is never left waiting," her mellifluous voice slithered into his ears and her long, slender fingers trailed from his broad back to his chest.

Her actions were seductive, but Cristian remained silent as her palms loosened the ropes and he cooperated as she slid his top off.

He turned and stared deep into her eyes, her height just 10 cm shorter than his. Cristian saw her pause and take in the view of his sculpted body. Runes ran from both chests down his muscular arms and covered his entire back.

"Exactly the same," he heard her whisper. Probably to herself.

He felt her soft palms caressing his abs and trailing along his deep contours. It felt quite good, and a grunt left his lips.

Lia looked up and saw her Lord staring down at her while biting his lower lips. His current expression almost made her flip to her demon side. However, she wanted to bathe her Lord and make him feel her love through her touch.

She bent, unbuckled his belt, and his pants dropped to the ground, leaving Cristian exposed in all glory.

His muscular frame was a sight to behold, and a black boxer hid his private part. She reached out to his boxers.

Cristian could not bear it anymore and stopped her. "I think that's far enough. I'll take it from here."

He had bathed himself from when he was seven, so it felt strange when another wanted to do it.

Lia stood up, her gaze firm, and she caressed his face. "You are no longer the man you were back in your previous world and you are no longer of that race. You are the Lord of this castle, Lord Vl-"

She paused and took one step. The space between them vanished as their bodies connected. "You are Lord Cristian Athelstone, first of your kind, of your nature, race, affinity, and status. You are the first of everything… and also the man who controls my heart."

Along with those words, her lips made contact with his cheeks and she gazed into his emerald eyes.

"This is who you are."

Cristian gazed down at her and his eyes flickered. "Your presence beats that of a thousand servants. I'm lucky you stayed." his deep tone dripped with gratitude and praise.

Once Lia removed his boxer, he walked into the water. The heat seeped into his pores and he let out a moan of comfort.

"This is good," Cristian couldn't help but speak out, his attention on the mesmerizing glows of the chandelier candles dispersed when he heard a splash.

Before him stood a seductive woman with a head full of silky black hair that fell down to her shapely, plump buttocks.

Her bra could barely contain her jiggling white mountains. Her thick fleshy thighs tugged his heartstrings and her fingers made ripples on the surface of the water, for she kept on poking it.

Her skin was creamy white, and her horns were gone. He finally noticed her pointed ears, and it reminded him of a certain race to whom one of his betrothed belonged… the elves.