Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix

\'It almost felt so natural...\'

The pain in his body began spreading, a plague of muscle cramps and the feeling of agony as he tried to straighten his legs, but the muscles were so tight and began to contract and twist, almost making him call out to lower the pain.

\'No need to trigger my arts or waste time by charging mana, but the power dropped quite a lot. I can make a blast, a wall or a ranged attack with fire, ice, lightning or wind magic... a shame my earth affinity is so low.\'

For a moment, he almost fell asleep.

He was that exhausted, but thanks to the devouring ability of his lighting and wind magic, the magic from the world began flowing into his body, first repairing the damage, making his muscles grow and recover faster than a normal person.

\'If I abused this... couldn\'t I become stronger with harsh training? Let\'s ask Lorem for the best way to train a body intensely.\'

[You silly boy, do you know how worrying it is to see you fight until your mana reserves are negative?]

The kind voice of his hidden watcher sounded; she normally stayed quiet after revealing her true self to Asura, but it was nice to hear a beautiful voice that sounded concerned. A smile came to his face, even though he didn\'t respond.

"Oh, my?" He heard a lovely and elegant voice but assumed it was just the Helia in his spirit teasing him again.

Someone began approaching his body with quiet steps, stealthily and quietly wearing the white and red uniform of the elite and royal class, meaning that she was Vela, the princess of Silvara...

"You must have worked hard... Such an admirable man."

In her hand was an exquisite-looking silk handkerchief she took while kneeling down and gently wiped Asura\'s face to remove the sweat and blood from his face and brows.

\'Ah... it wasn\'t Helia... Is the princess herself wiping my face?\' Asura\'s eyes opened, almost blinded by the sunlight.

"Such a beautiful woman..."

"Good morning, Asura Fenix. The valiant mage who completely left me with no chance." She looked strange under the sunlight. Her cheeks looked red from his honest words.

As the beautiful figure of the princess came into view—the sunlight illuminated her figure, making her seem like an angel, silver hair shimmering in the light, while her grey eyes with a hint of blue looked at his face with a sense of curiosity, interest and enjoyment.

When she spoke to him, it was like a songstress, beautiful in both tone, melody and pitch, yet the princess didn\'t pull away.

"Morning, Princess Vela, you are as beautiful as that day with your sword pointed at my throat."

Her knees were dirty with the mud while she continued to clean his face and neck of the bruising—Vela\'s hand came close to his exposed upper body before she noticed a slight blush on her cheeks.

Asura noticed the princess had a black eye, remembering the words Lorem spoke about how Mu Xue seemed to have had a conflict with the princess, and he began feeling a sense of guilt...

Out of his habit of healing Xavida and wanting to help Lorem... he reached out and gently stroked the crouching princess as a flicker of magic, the same sensation he felt with Mu Xue and Xavida... a wonderful feeling as she bit her trembling lips...

Mana surged from her body and transformed into something far purer as it rushed back into her body, giving the princess a pleasure she had never experienced before—shock, panic, and a sense of shame filled her body as she released a quiet moan before covering her lips.

"Aaah....that....!?"

Her eyes were shimmering with grey light as she felt the power of her magic increased, the pleasure growing as the swelling and black bruising of her eye faded, a sense of warmth and churning bliss between her thighs as she struggled, rubbing her thighs together, as salvia drooled from her open lips.

Since their battle, she had been desperate to speak with him, ask if he would train with her, and thank him for allowing her to regain her honour and support with the nobles of the realm when he surrendered.

"Nnn... magic... it\'s filling me up."

Yet the princess merely drowned in this sinful pleasure that she had never tasted before.

Her eyes closed as small rocks and pieces of earth began dancing around the pair, both Asura\'s body and her bruising from her fights against Mu Xue rapidly healing before a wet sound and the ground beside Asura\'s head becoming soiled with a strange fluid, as the princess was finally given a release...

[Wow... this girl feels your anima so intensely.]

[That sight was more intense than when you licked the crotch of that dragon girl for the first time.]

\'Ah... but she looks so radiant and beautiful...\'

Her stress about competing with her brother, the hardships faced to becoming stronger while lacking a superior bloodline power, everything on her mind vanished, replaced by bliss as her body fluttered, her back arched back with a dazed look on her face as she showed a brilliant smile.

***

Ten minutes passed as both Asura and Vela recovered from their short cultivation, his eyes a little awkward as the Princess tried to hide the place she spouted with her foot and a bright red face to match it.

"Well, that fight..." Asura tried to break the ice, with a smile on his face now standing with his shirt back on, "I just couldn\'t bear to his your beautiful face again."

It might sound like an excuse, but that was part of the reason for the anger and desire to crush her in his body... The next attack would have been a violent one, and so he forced himself to think of the benefits of letting her win.

Now, it was different because he had confidence. He wasn\'t the loser from before, and Asura didn\'t feel inferior anymore.

"Haha... what\'s that.... hahaha haha.... my pretty face? Not because of our standing or wanting to sell a favour... Hahahahah!"

The princess started with a small chuckle, but a hearty laugh soon dominated her previously flat and emotionless face as she seemed to forget the embarrassing scene and cackled like a manic lady.

"Oh, goddess... such a laugh, it might have been over a decade... Asura, was it?" Her eyes were brilliant, no longer those dull orbs from before. The burdened princess seemed to have found some sort of solace.

"Ah, that\'s me."

"Would you be willing to train with me? It doesn\'t have to be every day as you might have plans, or I have official business... but if we meet then and train until our lessons... would you be willing?"

Asura was a little confused and didn\'t understand why they hadn\'t met, and he was still rather weak when he fought her... "May I ask why, princess?"

She looked away, with her cheeks changing colour again, "I apologise... to be honest, I have watched you for a long time... since you started training and when you fought your sister..."

Princess Vela began fidgeting as she smiled awkwardly at him with a pink hue on her cheeks, stepping back and looking shy. "I found myself drawn to you, the way you fight, the speed you improved and copied the special training of the sword saintess, seeing it only once..."

"It felt different from when you fought me and were throwing your anger and rage around like an angry child. Now... it feels like, with each punch, kick and step, you are refining yourself and creating a beautiful dance..."

Asura found her evaluation of him shockingly close to the truth and felt a sense of pride at her words, and then her next words confused him as she turned away.

"...A dance I wish to take part in."

The wind blew past his cheeks before she turned back with a cheeky face and smiled at him like a normal girl, "Let\'s hurry—Lucretia is very strict. Fufu, you look so red."