My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 654: Zerathul From Dragos

[Somewhere in Dragos]

[Zerathul’s - Lana’s new husband PoV]

I reclined in my seat, my fingers tracing the texture of a prehistoric scroll with idle curiosity. The inscriptions on the surface pulsed with a dim light, reacting whenever my Essence made contact. It was a decent enough distraction... but it lacked true excitement. In truth, very little in Dragos managed to thrill me these days.

A gentle rap sounded against the door.

"Enter," I commanded, not bothering to look away from the scroll.

The door swung open to admit Serana, my personal attendant. She moved with a practiced grace, her every action calculated to show reverence without appearing cowardly. She was dressed in a sleek black gown that clung to her curves before cascading down her legs. Crossing over her shoulders were narrow straps that left her back mostly bare, revealing the soft radiance of her crimson skin beneath the cloth.

Her horns had been polished to a shine, and her silver hair was woven into a neat braid over one shoulder. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor as she offered a bow.

"My lord," she started with caution, "a directive has arrived from the War Council. They are demanding your presence at the front lines."

My fingers stopped moving across the scroll.

The front lines?

Already?

Finally, I shifted my gaze toward her. "Was there not an agreement for six months of relief duty? Only... four have passed." My voice grew cold. "Are they unable to count, or are they simply incompetent?"

She fidgeted under my stare. "The situation on the northern front has taken a turn for the worse. Your exemption has been... rescinded."

I exhaled a long, frustrated breath. "Of course it has." I rolled up the scroll and tossed it aside. "The Council only recalls my existence when some world-ending catastrophe is clawing at their gates."

She swallowed hard. "I attempted to negotiate—"

"Did you?" I interrupted, closing the distance between us. "Or did you merely parrot their words and pray I wouldn’t challenge it?"

A blush crept into her cheeks. "I... I did what I could, my lord."

I let out a hum, finding amusement despite my annoyance. "Their timing is atrocious. I had numerous plans for this month." My eyes traveled over her slowly, savoring the way her breathing became erratic. "Quite a few of them involved you."

Her face turned a deep shade of crimson. Her breath caught as my finger traced the contour of her cheek. I slid it down the length of her neck, pausing at the neckline of her dress, before moving back up to rest against her lips.

She swallowed audibly, her eyes locked onto mine.

I relished that expression... that particular blend of craving and self-control. It was always entertaining to see how quickly desire could make even the most disciplined demons lose their footing.

But then, a familiar ripple of Essence brushed against my perception.

It wasn't just anyone. It was her.

Lana’s aura was unmistakable, vibrating with that stolen fortune she wore like a heavy fragrance. She was approaching my private quarters with her characteristic boldness.

Sighing, I pulled my hand away.

"Leave us," I said softly.

Serana blinked, startled by the abrupt change in mood, but she bowed immediately. "Yes, my lord."

She hurried out, the door clicking shut just as Lana’s presence hit the corridor like a freezing gale.

I adjusted my robe, a spark of irritation burning in my chest.

If Lana was showing up unannounced... then something must have failed on Armus.

A slow smile spread across my face. I always took pleasure in the moments Lana found herself needing my assistance. At the very least, this frustrating day would yield some entertainment.

She walked in without the courtesy of a knock, radiating her usual self-assurance. I settled back into my chair and waited. She was clad in skintight black leggings and a top that offered the bare minimum of coverage. Her breasts were nearly 80% exposed, swaying with every step she took. Lana was fully aware of her allure and never failed to exploit it.

The click of her heels ceased two paces from my seat.

"My operations in Armus have hit a snag," she declared without preamble. "Someone interfered. I require your aid to finish the final phase of the plan."

I adopted a wounded look. "Is that all I represent to you now? Not your husband, but merely a dependable tool?"

A shadow of hurt flickered in her eyes. I could never be certain if it was genuine or a masterful performance.

"It isn’t like that, Zerathul. I’ve been buried under the weight of Armus and the frontlines. I had every intention of visiting you before this occurred."

I gave a slow nod, feigning belief in her story, then stood up to move closer. I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, maintaining eye contact.

"But that answer doesn't satisfy me," I whispered. My hand traveled behind her back, tracing her silhouette down to her hips. "Since when did Armus take precedence over me?"

She shifted slightly as I drew her into my space.

"You are the only priority," she murmured. "Everything I do is to ensure I don’t bring shame upon you."

I hummed softly, leaning toward her ear while my hand firmly gripped her backside.

She shuddered as my breath touched her skin, and I smiled at her involuntary reaction.

"Lana," I said, my voice dropping to a low growl, "what if I told you I want you right now, and not the problem you’ve brought to my door?" I spun her around and pulled her against me, pressing my body firmly against her back. Her spine arched instinctively as I leaned in, my breath lingering on the curve of her neck.

She struggled to keep her voice steady. "But the matter is pressing—"

She began to speak, her voice barely a whisper, before I silenced her by sinking my teeth into her neck. My hands moved quickly, tearing the upper fabric away entirely to expose her perky breasts to the air as I began to knead them.

"Yes, tell me, what is so urgent?" I asked, toying with them.

Her breathing became ragged.

"I need you to authorize the envoy to seek reinforcements from Dragos," she managed to choke out. "On the surface, it will be presented as a move to settle a conflict between the families."

"Consider it handled," I replied. "I will have Serana dispatch the authorization."

She looked up at me, a hint of doubt in her eyes. "The Council will link it back to me if you provide the authorization directly. Can you deal with that?"

I let out a grin.

"If you can handle what I am about to do to you," I whispered, "I can certainly handle a few disgruntled councilors."

I lifted her effortlessly and carried her toward the bedroom, my mind already racing with exactly how I intended to spend the time she had come to beg for.