The Impotent King Rises

The Price Of Life

David held back Elena's aggressively writhing body as she tried to embrace him. He gazed calmly at Don Moretti, though inwardly he cursed Grandpa Zypher for the drug's side effects.

"The poison froze her nerves, Don. My medicine reignites them with the fire of life," David quickly explained, fabricating a makeshift scientific alibi. "This is a temporary side effect. Her adrenaline and hormones are surging to fight the toxin. She is hallucinating. She doesn't realize what she's saying."

"It's hot..." Elena whimpered, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. Her hands fumbled across David's chest, tracing down to his abdomen, desperately seeking release from the strange, torturous sensations wracking her body. "Don't leave... please..."

David gently but firmly pushed Elena's hand away, then turned to Don Moretti.

"She needs an energy release, or her heart will explode from over-stimulation," David stated seriously. "I must massage her pressure points to flush out the remaining toxins through sweat. Right now."

"Massage?" Don Moretti watched his daughter, who was staring at David with a predatory hunger, as if she wanted to devour the man alive. "You intend to touch my daughter in this state?"

"The choice is yours, Don," David challenged. "Let her burn up from her own body heat, or allow me to complete the cure. But I need this room cleared and absolute privacy."

Elena let out a loud moan, a sound so vulgar that even Sal averted his gaze. "Ahhh! God... please... I... I can't hold on anymore!"

Don Moretti gritted his teeth. He saw the heart monitor reading 180. He had no choice.

"ARGGGHHHH! Everyone get out!" Don Moretti roared. He fixed David with a murderous glare. "You have one hour. If I walk back in and see so much as a single button undone on her clothes... I will cut off your 'little toy' and feed it to the dogs."

Don Moretti left, slamming the door behind him.

Now, only David and the Mafia Princess, consumed by passion, remained in the spacious room.

David looked at Elena. The woman was now sitting on the bed, breathing heavily, her clothes wet with sweat, staring at David like a predator staring at prey.

[System Warning: Target in Estrous condition (High Heat). Potential Eros Energy Absorption: Maximum. David's Remaining Lifespan: 2 Days. Suggestion: Perform Intensive "Treatment."]

David smiled faintly. "Alright, Princess. Let's get that poison out of you."

Elena lunged at him.

The teak wood door was tightly shut, locking out the noisy outside world.

Elena Moretti was no longer lying weak. The effects of the Spirit Herb had burned away her logic, leaving only primal instincts demanding satisfaction. She lunged at David, not to attack, but to embrace. Her feverish body collided with David's broad chest, her slender fingers gripping the collar of David's worn shirt, trying to pull the man down into her sea of passion.

"Ah... help me..." Elena whimpered, biting her lip, her pupils dilated, swallowing the brown of her irises, creating a dark, pleading gaze. "I desperately need your 'pistol,' God... or just kill me, I can't bear it anymore."

David caught both of Elena's wrists gently but firmly. He did not allow the woman to pull him down. Instead, David spun Elena's body, seating her back on the edge of the bed with calm dominance.

"Calm down, Princess," David whispered. His voice was low, amplified by the Skill: Basic Hypnotic Voice. "I will extinguish your desire. But you must obey. Be a good girl."

Elena trembled at the sound. The authority in David's tone sent a strange vibration down her spine, paralyzing her resistance yet accelerating her heart. She nodded weakly, completely submissive.

David stood behind Elena. He rolled up his dirty sleeves, revealing muscular arms veined with prominent blood vessels. In his eyes, Elena's body was not merely a sexual object, but a luminous anatomical map. Red meridian points glowed on the woman's back, neck, and waist—the exact spots where the Widow's Kiss poison was lodged.

[System Active: Energy Siphon Mode. Target Locked.]

David placed both hands on Elena's bare shoulders.

That first touch was like the meeting of ice and fire.

"Ahhh!" Elena arched her back reflexively. A sensation of static electricity spread from David's point of contact, running through all her nerves. This was no ordinary massage. Energy from David's system penetrated the skin, entering the flesh, hunting the hidden poison.

"Hold still," David commanded. His thumb pressed a point at the base of Elena's neck.

David began to move his hands. His movements were slow, rhythmic, and mesmerizing. He wasn't massaging muscle; he was massaging the soul. His fingers danced across Elena's back, pressing nerve clusters with the precision of a surgeon and the tenderness of a lover.

For Elena, the world seemed to spin. The piercing pain that had gnawed at her internal organs for months slowly melted away, replaced by intoxicating warm waves. Every time David pressed, the pain transformed into sharp pleasure.

"Oh, God... what are you doing?" Elena gasped. Her voice was hoarse, her breath coming in rapid pants. Sweat began to drench her body, making her silk nightgown cling tightly, outlining her perfect curves.

"Making you normal again, Princess," David replied flatly, though he himself had to hold his breath.

The system worked two ways. As David pushed healing energy in, he also absorbed the Eros life energy overflowing from Elena's passion. David could feel it. The energy flowed in through his palms, warm and potent, recharging his critical life bar.

[Energy Absorbed. Remaining Lifespan: 2 Days... 3 Days... 4 Days...]

David deepened the massage. His hands moved down Elena's spine, stopping precisely at the woman's slender waist. The main nest of the poison was located there.

"This is going to be a little... intense," David whispered right into Elena's ear.

Before Elena could ask, David pressed both thumbs firmly into Elena's kidney points, simultaneously launching a wave of system energy.

"AAAAHHH FUCK!"

Elena let out a muffled scream. It wasn't a scream of pain, but an explosive release. Her body went rigid, her legs kicking the air, her toes curling and gripping the sheets.

In her head, fireworks exploded. The sensation was too much. Too pleasurable. Too painful. It felt like being pulled out of her own body and then slammed back in with the softness of a swan's feather. She felt naked, exposed, and utterly possessed by the rough hands of the man behind her.

"Let go, Elena. Don't hold back," David whispered, his voice like a mantra.

David's hands did not stop. He shifted to embrace Elena from behind, one hand pressing her lower abdomen, the other massaging her solar plexus. The position was intensely intimate, as if they were lovers intertwined. David could feel Elena's wild heartbeat against the back of his hand. The natural musk scent of Elena's body mixed with sweat filled his senses, intoxicating him.

Elena was crying. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. She had never experienced a touch like this. All her life she had lived in a golden cage, guarded, untouched. Now, this stranger was dismantling her defenses, forcing her to feel every inch of her own body.

"More... don't stop... I... I'm going to... Oh my god!" Elena raved, losing her sanity. She rubbed her body against David, seeking friction, seeking completion.