Arabella's visual records are exceedingly rare. On one hand, she maintains a low profile, her appearance unremarkable and unassuming. On the other, her beast-like instincts make her intentionally avoid the camera, and others dare not photograph her. The blurred photo from the battlefield was taken by one of Nicholas's subordinates, who risked his life in the hail of gunfire, snapping it from a distance.
However, Nicholas secretly kept a short video, never to be released. It was captured many years ago in Scalien, during a time when Arabella had been exiled and imprisoned in the jungles by the Ackerley family. Upon the sudden appearance of the camera, her gaze was fierce and sharp—had he not been agile, and had they not been separated by a thick, unyielding wire fence, he was certain she would have torn him apart on the spot.
On many a quiet night, alone in the stillness, Nicholas would take out those few seconds of footage, projecting it onto a large screen, watching it over and over, pausing and rewinding, entranced by her gaze at times, while at others feeling an inexplicable shyness under her intense stare.
Each time he faced the real Arabella in that video, Nicholas felt a restless excitement—his hands unsure of where to rest, his feet uncertain of where to place themselves. He would only laugh at the screen—chuckling softly, then bursting into hearty laughter, laughing until he bent over, rolling on the ground, tears streaming down his face. Was Arabella's body precious? Damn, it wasn't worth a thing—any thugs and scams could climb into her bed. Was her body precious? Damn, it was precious—no one had the right to claim her.
What was rarest of all was Arabella's true face—the expression of ruthless bloodshed, a savage ferocity that was unyielding. Who, besides the dead man and the distant Marcellus, had ever seen it? Only he, Nicholas, knew that side of her, kept it buried deep in his heart, savoring it in secret. No one could take it from him. Let the fools fight over the fake Arabella, the one who smiled so brightly, so radiantly—when, in truth, she was always the shadow beneath that sunlight, forever dark and invincible in the shadows. He loved her that way, eternally powerful in the dark.
Tonight's intelligence reported that Arabella was with Julius. Nicholas was not surprised. That woman had always been sinister and venomous, as if human passions, love, hate, and all emotions had nothing to do with her. Perhaps they once did, but when she left Scalien, she buried them deep within. Arabella must be seeking to cooperate with Julius—sharpening her knife, preparing to strike at Scalien. But how would she destroy Scalien? It was impossible to challenge such a powerful nation directly—it would be like striking at a stone with an egg. Besides, Arabella's target was only the corpse that Marcellus had left behind deliberately. She knew full well it was a decoy, yet she would risk everything to retrieve that body. This was what Nicholas hated most. Arabella, who could have soared freely across the ends of the earth, chose to hunt prey, circling endlessly around that corpse, unwilling to leave.
As the screen flickered on and off, Nicholas spread his legs and pulled down his pants to reveal his large, red, erect penis. He was masturbating, and also dreaming. He didn't need any other woman to relieve his sexual desire. It was ridiculous for Julius to have jumped around like a fool, looking for a substitute for Arabella recently. Could playing with a fake substitute really replace the real thing?
Breathless gasps escaped from clenched teeth, his genitals were merely a vessel for his desire for Arabella or a worthless object of filth and profanity, but love and lust were intertwined, he worshipped and submitted, yet yearned to dominate and possess, in this perverted and contradictory emotional tangle, his hand moved back and forth more and more violently, his body became tighter and tighter, he imagined that Arabella was right beside him, sitting on his lap, their genitals were intertwined and connected, sucking and thrusting, he squinted his eyes and blushed, but Arabella looked down on him from above, with no desire but only killing intent in her eyes, the pleasure of reaching the peak and the fear of life being threatened both made him high, he groaned and ejaculated too much, his hands were sticky, and his body finally slowly relaxed down. He bowed his head in desire and emotion, stretched out his hand covered in semen and wiped it on the screen, on Arabella's face - all of it, giving it to her without reservation.
Arabella's hair was golden, and her brows and eyes bore the same beautiful hue. Yet, her heart was far darker. Her skin, as white as snow, glowed with a radiant luster. When on the bed, the sensation of her skin under touch was smooth and exquisite, like a pristine porcelain doll—utterly irresistible, leaving one unable to look away.
Arabella straddled Julius' waist, his entire body sleek as a flowing line, muscles stacked with raw power. As top-tier experts, they were always in a state of readiness, poised for attack and brimming with latent strength, their core power both formidable and steady. Julius reached out and grabbed and squeezed Arabella's double buttocks, enjoying the tight, pleasurable sensation of her vagina contracting as she rose and fell.
It was just too fxxcking awesome, Julius was grinding his hips and twisting his body to penetrate her from different angles, the wet and wonderful vagina was being pressed down by his hard body, the tightness was an experience that he had never had before. Completely different from the tightness of a virgin, Arabella looked like she had no muscle on her body, but in fact, her muscles were so tightly packed that his arms, waist, legs, and even her private parts were full of power. When she exploded, the impact of her entire musculoskeletal system tightening together was reflected in the fact that she was clamping his huge penis tightly, with the thrust and withdrawal being a balance of their own strength.
"Damn, Arabella, your ass is a weapon, isn't it?" Julius felt a satisfied sensation on his scalp, even though he had already had sex with Julius before. However, the feeling of dominating her and conquering her during their previous encounter was definitely not as pleasurable as this moment. Indeed, when it came to sex, women like Arabella was better suited to taking the initiative, otherwise it would be boring.
It was his own lack of insight, his failure to appreciate the nuance, almost treating such a mesmerizing and exquisite being as if she were just another ordinary woman. There are countless women in this world, but there is only one Arabella.
"Do you like my weapon?" Arabella's eyes shone with a gleam, her smile a mask that concealed a coldness beneath.
Julius's eyes held a hint of cruelty, and deep within him was unchecked greed and conquest. The taste of fxxcking with Arabella was like commanding thousands of soldiers, and he leaned in to kiss her unexpectedly. This kiss was so satisfying that it was hard to let go, and the intimate position they were in made it inevitable that they would become even closer. The physical closeness made their bodies' defenses tense to the point of being on the verge of an explosion, and both of them were on guard against the other's potential move, but the kiss continued unabashedly. Julius stood upright, relying on the power of his waist to move his cock up and down as he teased Arabella. Arabella's muscles beneath his skin were braced, responding to the force of Julius's attack, and the two of them went back and forth in a confrontational and harmonious exchange, with sweat dripping down their bodies. The exhilarating feeling made them more and more passionate, and they reached their peak in an instant, with both of them exerting their moves at the same time.
The strike, however, was not a lethal blow, but rather the exchange of skill between masters, a quiet sparring in a realm where no one else was present. Their genitals were also connected, and they had already clashed their hands, with Arabella's legs tightly wrapped around Julius's waist and hips. Julius's abdominal muscles were working hard, and his legs and hands were also exerting force. Under the mutual restraint and counterbalance of these two forces, the aftermath of the previous orgasm had not yet dissipated, and was immediately followed by an even sharper and more turbulent sensation of pleasure, which caused both of them to let out muffled groans, indicating that this time they had truly reached a level of pleasure that made their scalps tingle.
In such circumstances, Arabella's smile remained unchanged, and even Julius's expression was unchanged. Both of them were people who had faced death many times, able to endure and be ruthless. The reaction to this sexual arousal was not enough to make them lose control.
A passionate love affair, with both pf them fighting fiercely for several rounds, Julius had long yearned for this, of course, and would not let go of Arabella easily. From the bed to the table, and then to the bathroom, Julius lowered his head, gasping for breath, he clutched one hand around Arabella's head, watching his penis fiercely enter and exit Arabella's mouth, feeling the satisfaction of being pleasured by Arabella, which was far greater than physical pleasure.
When he ejaculated, both of them attacked again, and this time Arabella was faster by half a second. She was so fast that Julius gasped and let out a moan before his heart was pressed against Arabella's hand, and he tried to strangle Arabella's throat but was too slow, unable to move as he watched Arabella's blond hair becoming stained with his semen, the white fluid mixed with the blond, excessively obscene and sensual, excessively vivid in color.
Getting the advantage did not make Arabella proud. She maintained her constant smile and then slowly released the hand that would have taken his life, casually wiping the semen from the corner of her mouth before looking at him calmly.
Julius's face darkened, grabbing Arabella's ass and lifting it firmly to his waist, his limp penis began to harden again and was ready for another round.
"Arabella - have I died in your hands once again?" Julius asked as he stood up straight and directly penetrated into the wet and tight vagina.
"If we cooperate happily, you won't have to die." Arabella nibbled playfully at Julius' ear, yet her words carried a chilling threat.
