The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

After their incredibly intimate morning, Amelia succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't that she was too weak to handle Sam; after all, they had indulged in their activities for a staggering t times. Giv the early morning escapades, it was only natural for her to be thoroughly tired.

As for Sam, his desire was still burning, but he had ough self-control not to push his unconscious woman further.

Carrying her like a princess, he took her to the bathroom, washed away the remnants of their passionate 'morning battle' with warm water, and dressed her before tucking her into bed with a cozy blanket.

Observing the red-haired beauty peacefully sleeping, Sam couldn't help but sigh. 'Having a stunning girl like Amelia with me still feels unreal.'

Just as he marveled at his fortune, a sudd knocking disturbed the morning tranquility.

'Who's knocking this early?' Sam wondered as he oped the door, only to find Lora Frir, the dark-haired woman in a Japanese maid uniform with dark eyes.

Sam immediately noticed something unusual about her – a flushed face and visible signs of shivering. Lora's appearance puzzled him. 'Why is she sweating as if she just ran a marathon?'

His eyes unconsciously roamed her figure, and Lora, feeling his gaze, blushed ev more intsely.

"Y-Young master, the matriarch summoned you for breakfast," she stammered, attempting to make a swift exit to escape the intsity of Sam's scrutiny.

As Lora attempted to make a hasty retreat, a firm hand caught her wrist, bringing her to an abrupt stop.

"What's the rush?" Sam inquired, his voice deliberate and steady.

Turning her face toward him, Sam cupped Lora's cheeks in his hands.

His mesmerizing blue eyes locked onto her cold yet elegant dark eyes, which seemed like an dless void, holding the truth of everything.

For a momt, Sam found himself captivated by the depth of her gaze.

Similar to his connection with Amelia, a peculiar instinct nudged Sam, urging him to claim her.

It felt as though she was meant to be his, an unknown force compelling him to conquer her.

However, Sam wasn't ready to yield to this instinct just yet. His primary goal was to understand this strange urge before deciding whether to act upon it.

Lora ssed the grip of his manly hands on her wrist, yet surprisingly, she didn't instinctively try to break free, unlike what one might typically do in such a situation.

Like Amelia, Lora too felt a compelling calling from Sam, a desire to submit herself tirely, both in body and mind.

It was esstial to note that this wasn't solely due to Sam's exaggerated handsomess and charm.

Lora was resisting the pull of this unknown force, struggling to maintain control over herself.

As a werewolf and an Alpha-class one at that, her connection to instincts and nature was significantly stronger than that of other lycan creatures. The internal battle betwe her instincts and self-control was proving to be particularly challging.

"Y-Young master, please... release my hand," Lora attempted to protest, although her words lacked the conviction of a true objection.

"You're stronger than me, right? What's stopping you from breaking free through brute force?" Sam whispered into her ear, his words dripping with a certain charm.

At that momt, Lora remembered the stark differce in their cultivations.

Despite being cursed and weaked, she was still a formidable Peak Spirit Severing Realm cultivator, while Sam, with his two Supreme cultivations, remained significantly weaker.

Oddly ough, Lora made no attempt to break free from his grasp. A small smile played on Sam's lips as he closed the distance betwe their faces, his touch tderly grazing her cheek.

Each touch st shivers down Lora's spine, and her breathing became erratic. To her, Sam looked like the most delicious treat, tempting her to devour him without a second thought.

"You watched what Amelia and I did just now, didn't you?" Sam inquired, his voice a slow and deliberate tease.

"N-No, I..." Lora stumbled over her words, her embarrassmt evidt as the vivid sces of Sam and Amelia's intimate momts replayed in her mind.

"What? a dragon got your tongue?" His warm breath st goosebumps across her tire body.

Sam slowly wrapped his hand behind her back, pulling her closer until their chests touched.

'H-He is so close,' Lora gulped, not resisting wh Sam pulled her closer.

Sam, dressed in only shorts, displayed a chiseled Greek statue-like upper body—a perfect physique that brought out his charm and beauty to the maximum level.

He wasn't overly muscled, but the allure was undiable. In front of him, ev the most beautiful wom would feel inferior. Sam, still undergoing evolution, now stood at a height of 90cm, while Lora measured cm—coincidtally the same height as Amelia.

With their height differce, Sam's nose picked up the irresistible aroma radiating from Lora's hair. To dy the desire it stirred within him would be a lie, but he maintained composure because he was the dominant one here.

"Tell me, were you peeking wh we were indulging in our otherworldly desires? Did you like what you witnessed?" Sam's words dripped with seduction.

"I..." Lora struggled for words, feeling an unexpected surrder to Sam's dominance. As an Alpha werewolf, submitting to anyone was unthinkable. Yet, she surprised herself by not rejecting the idea of submitting to Sam.

Sam's gaze wt towards her alluring figure. 'Now that I'm so close to her, her figure is no less attractive compared to Amelia. In fact, Amelia and Lora, oddly ough, seem to have the exact same figure except for their hair and eye color.'

"So you were peeking!" Sam's eyes shimmered in red.

Lora remained silt. She felt like she had suddly become mute, unable to form words. She temporarily lost her ability to speak.

"Did you touch yourself naughtily, imagining yourself in Amelia's place?" Sam paused for a second. "Do you want to experice the same love and pleasure I gave Amelia?"

"Tell me"

Everything Sam said was true. She was really imagining herself in Amelia's place, visioning herself doing the naughty things with Sam. No matter what Sam said in his seductive manner, she didn't reply. No, rather, she couldn't reply.

The only thing that occupied her thoughts were Sam and what he was going to do to her. It would be a lie if she said she wasn't thinking perverted thoughts.

"You've be a bad girl and a very bad maid, hav't you? I should probably give you a punishmt now, shouldn't I?" Sam whispered.

Sam moved his lips dangerously close to hers that they were only millimeters away from touching.

This little action stirred something up inside Lora. Her dark eyes suddly turned neon blue. She wanted his kiss, craved it intsely, but she still clung to her sanity by a thread. 'Please kiss me...ravage my lips like a wild beast.'

If Sam didn't kiss her soon, her sanity would dissolve. Th she would be the one kissing him.

Sam, with his divine power, could see that her lust was growing expontially. Any more than this, and she would probably jump on him. He wouldn't ev be able to resist, considering she was stronger than him.

Lora closed her eyes, expecting her first kiss, but nothing touched her reddish lips except air.

'Why isn't he kissing me?' Lora felt annoyance on so many levels.

Wh she oped her eyes, Sam was looking at her with a small, gtle smile that brought out a differt kind of attractivess.

"Before I punish you, we need to get to know each other well... Now, let's go down; my grandma must be waiting for us." Sam patted her head a little and disappeared from the place.

Lora Frir stood there, dumbfounded, trying to process everything that had just happed.

She touched her lips; Sam chose not to kiss her in the d.

Sigh!

A sigh escaped her lips as she patted her chest to calm her racing heart. For a second, she felt like she was losing her mind.

The sces of Sam trying to seduce her flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but blush. She could feel her heart flutter in excitemt.

"Why do I feel so submissive in that man's presce? Did he bewitch me or something?" Lora sighed as her gaze wt towards the red-haired sleeping beauty.

For some unknown reason, she felt irritated that Amelia slept with Sam. She felt oddly possessive, as if Amelia had stol something from her, ev though she had no reason to be annoyed.

"What did he mean wh he said that he wants us to get to know each other well? Is he interested in me? But he already has this vampire with him? How can I, an Alpha werewolf, and a Noble vampire share the same man?"

She thought for a second, "But he seems like he is worth it, ev if I have to share with my racial emy, a vampire." A helpless smile formed on her face.

"That man is probably the worst nightmare of every man out there and the sweetest dream of every woman," Lora thought as she looked in a daze.

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