THE ARCANE: Birth of Revenge

Chapter 10

[Warning: This chapter contains explicit s****l content and strong language. Rated 18+]

Sean and Serena stood at the tower for over two minutes, nothing was said. Just the soft hum of the wind and the tension that lingered between them.

“Uh… uh…” Serena finally cleared her throat, her voice cutting through the silence, though gently.

Sean shifted slightly, glancing at her, then away again.

“So…” she said, folding her arms loosely, trying to mask the awkwardness with composure, “we’re just gonna stay silent?”

Sean exhaled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uhm… what do you want me say?”

Serena tilted her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Maybe start with a Hi?”

Sean nodded quickly, almost nervously. “Okay… Hi.”

Serena burst into laughter—real, unrestrained laughter that echoed lightly in the open air. It caught Sean off guard, but soon enough, he found himself laughing too.

And for a moment, everything else faded.

For reasons he couldn’t explain, Sean felt safe around her. A feeling that didn’t make sense, considering where they were, and who she was: The daughter of the Supreme Commander.

It was wrong. He knew it. And yet, he couldn’t stop himself.

“What made you join the army?” Sean finally asked, his tone softer now, more grounded.

“I mean… don’t get me wrong, you’re like a princess. Your father runs all these things… you can get literally anything you want.”

Serena smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I know, right?”

Her gaze drifted away, somewhere far beyond the horizon.

“After I lost my mom…” she began, her voice slowing, growing heavier.

“I was heartbroken. And lonely. My father was never around. Always traveling... and ruling… and chasing something," She scoffed, paused, and swallowed hard. “Trying to find a way to bring her back.”

Sean’s expression softened.

“It was always... just me,” she continued, her voice trembling slightly now. “In that big room. Every day felt the same. Quiet. And empty.” She let out a shaky breath.

“I was dying slowly.”

“Damn…” Sean muttered under his breath, his chest tightening from the sad story. “I’m sorry about your mom.”

“It’s fine,” Serena replied quickly, though her eyes betrayed her. She wiped a tear gently with the back of her palm.

“My father always wanted a son,” she added, "Someone to carry his name. His legacy... So he treated me like one. Being in the army, it wasn’t really a choice. It was just… the next step. Something i always saw coming.”

Sean stared at her, speechless. There was so much more to her than he had ever imagined.

“You know…” she continued, “He loved my mom so much. Still does by the way, I think... he hasn’t been with anyone else. Not even once.”

She gave a faint, almost sad smile.

“I don’t know how long he can keep holding on like that… but it’s enough for me. It makes me love him even more.”

By now, something had shifted in Sean. Something deeper. He didn’t know whether to pull her close or simply stay where he was and just... listen.

However, he did the most comforting thing. He placed his hand gently over hers. The contact was soft and hesitant—but real. Serena stilled. Slowly, she turned her head toward him.

Their eyes met.

And in that moment, everything else disappeared. No thoughts. No stories. Just them. She didn’t even realize when it happened. Her lips found his.

A soft, sudden kiss—it was uncertain, yet full of something neither of them could deny. It lingered for a few seconds before Serena pulled back abruptly, her breath shocked.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean...”

He didn’t let her finish. This time, he pulled her in.

The second kiss was different—it was deeper, more certain, like something long held back finally breaking free. Serena closed her eyes, leaning into it, and Sean followed, losing himself in the moment.

Everything they weren’t supposed to feel? they felt it.

Right there, in that tower. Serena’s hands moved instinctively, gripping lightly at his jacket, pulling him closer and the Jacket off, as if distance itself had become unbearable.

Sean responded, his hands finding her waist, holding her like he was afraid she might disappear. Slowly, he pulled down her underwear, his hands smoothly grabbing her ass cheeks as he kissed her even deeper—so deep they could taste each other’s saliva.

“I want to suck your d**k,” Serena whispered.

Sean didn’t say anything. Not one word. He gave her a look that said more than words ever could: 'Go on'.

That was all she needed. She slowly bent down, squatting in front of him as she massaged his hard d**k through his trousers, feeling its size. She unzipped him and pulled his trousers and drawers down together.

There it was—Sean’s ten-inch d**k swinging freely in the air like a trophy. At this point, nothing was stopping Serena from getting f****d.

She began sucking his d**k with hungry determination, swallowing every drop of his precum as her saliva mixed with it. She didn’t care. She had wanted this for so long, and tonight?, she was finally getting it.

She choked on his d**k, gagging and slurping on it like her life depended on it. Though she was an amateur and it was her first time, she sucked him surprisingly well—almost like a professional.

Sean lifted his head up toward the night sky, eyes closed, savoring the warmth of her lips and mouth.

After what felt like long minutes, Serena stood up, lips glistening with c*m.

“f**k me,” she said, c*m still on her mouth.

“Are you sure about that?” Sean asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Serena didn’t speak. She simply nodded. That was enough.

What followed was slow, filled with hesitation, and something far more dangerous than pure desire.

He turned her over gently, grabbed her ass cheeks, and positioned himself at her wet p***y, which was practically begging to be filled.

Serena bent over into doggy style as Sean buried his ten-inch d**k deep into her soaking p***y. He started f*****g her slowly and gently at first. She took it like a champ, raw and wet.

“I want you to go harder,” she demanded.

Sean didn’t need to be told twice. He unleashed his beast mode and started f*****g her like a god. He pounded her p***y relentlessly, f*****g the soul out of her as she moaned helplessly.

It felt like some sort of deeper connection. Time blurred as they held onto each other, lost in the heat of s*x, neither wanting to stop. Minutes passed like seconds. And eventually, silence returned.

They lay side by side, feeling each other’s hot breath, hearts still pounding as they gasped for air. The cold night wind brushed gently against their skin while they stared up at the endless sky above.

Serena let out a hard—shaky breath, her voice barely audible. “That was… good.”

Sean smiled faintly, turning slightly toward her, pressing a gentle kiss against her shoulder.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way,” he said quietly. “I never planned on… taking advantage of your story.”

“Shhh…” Serena murmured, turning to him, her lips brushing softly against his again with a gentle kiss.

“I’ve always wanted this. You don’t have to be sorry.” There was no regret in her eyes. Only certainty.

“So… this is your first time?” Sean asked carefully.

Serena hesitated, then nodded slightly. “Yeah.”

A small silence followed.

“Sean?” she called softly.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve always liked you,” she admitted, her voice steady despite everything. “Not just… this...”

Sean looked at her, Chest beating, “I like you too, Serena.”

And for a long moment, they simply stared at each other, saying nothing more—because nothing more was needed. Slowly, they turned their gaze back to the sky. Naked, gasping for breath.

Rowan was beginning to fall for Serena. The daughter of the man tied to the very darkness buried inside him. And they both had no idea. No idea of the blood. No idea of the past. No idea of what was coming. This is only the beginning.