CHAPTER 75: IN BED WITH SYL, II

Amon turned his head towards Syl and smiled.

Her confused expression deepened, and his hand suddenly wrapped around her wrist.

"What the..." She stuttered. "What are you doing?"

Her voice was calm enough, but the flushing of her cheeks couldn’t be hidden.

"You don’t mind, do you?" He asked. "It’s getting a bit chilly."

Syl gulped, having suddenly being pulled closer.

Too close.

She had been pulled to the center of the bed, and her chin was hanging just above his pectoral muscle while her breasts were pressed against his other pectoral muscle.

"I don’t mind," She whispered while pulling back. "But I would rather..."

Syl’s words trailed off as his hand slowly pushed her down.

Her eyes opened wide as she suddenly found herself lying by his side with her head resting against his chest, his arm around her, and his hand on her head.

"I’ll make sure the Chief realizes how useful you’ve been to him all this time, and I’ll make sure that he regrets having lost you."

Syl blinked, a torrent of various emotions rising and spinning inside of her following those words.

"Why... Would you do that for me?" She asked with a low, shaking voice.

"It’s not totally for you that I would do it." He smiled. "I just like to rub the loss into the loser’s face, that’s all. Especially when the loser makes such a huge blunder."

"What blunder would that be?" Syl muttered, quivering lips less than an inch away from his bare chest.

The hand that previously lay on her head slowly moved down to her back, while his free hand moved closer to take hold of a hand of her own.

"The blunder of having lost you, of having let you slip from between your fingers, of having pushed you away until you felt the desire to leave."

Syl bit on her lip as she felt his hand gently move up and down her bare back, and,

Shiver-

Both Amon and Syl’s eyes opened wide as a shiver traveled through their bodies.

[Your Skill "Palm Of The Devourer" is Resonating!]

[The Black Stone is Resonating!]

Amon momentarily frowned as the words appeared in front of him. Syl raised her head to look at his face upon noticing that he had frozen. "Did you feel that?" She asked in a low voice. "It was like electricity suddenly-"

Her words were interrupted as intense chills took over her body.

"Aaahh...!" She muffled a gasp, feeling goosebumps spread. "What is...?" Her arms and legs stretched.

Meanwhile, Amon could see exactly what was happening, though he could not understand why.

The moment that his hand, the hand that held the Black Stone or Azaroth’s Heats, lay on Syl’s back, on the cauterized wounds on her back, Resonance had started.

Before his eyes, his hand and the Black Stone devoured Syl’s wounds and scars.

"Hmm....!" She bit on her lip to keep herself from gasping again, arching her back and raised her butt up slightly.

The scene could have certainly aroused Amon enough to get a boner, as not too long ago just seeing her naked had given him a throbbing erection. If it weren’t for the confusion and curiosity, a tent would have certainly made its appearance.

Amon’s eyes remained wide as black lines, similar to the ones up his arm, appeared over her Syl’s back.

They, however, disappeared once the entirety of the cauterized scars were devoured.

"What..." Syl asked, taking back her breath. "What the hell was that?"

Amon stared at her flushed face and at the two drops of sweat going down her forehead, then moved his gaze towards her back.

"I healed them." He said. "The scars."

Syl frowned. "What scars?"

"The ones that Akane burnt."

"You’re joking, right?"

"No." He said, shaking his head. "I did. I healed them. They’re gone now."

Syl stared suspiciously. It was that she had felt something intense going on, originating from her back. It had even been slightly pleasurable.

Suddenly remembering that she had seen a mirror on one of the room’s walls, Syl quickly hopped out of bed and leapt to stand in front of it.

"Oh..." She whispered. "It’s true..." Syl was mesmirized by it.

Though she did not care much about beauty, she had thought that the large scorched scars were an unfortunate addition.

"They’re really gone..."

Meanwhile, Amon had completely forgot about the Resonance, the Black Stone’s influence, or the sudden healing prowess he had just exherted.

Seeing her naked body once again made his mind go blank.

It did not held that she was standing half-turned towards the mirror, shaking her bare back, giving him a perfect view of both her front and back sides.

Despite feeling his cock starting to react, Amon did not look away.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

Syl thought for a moment while staring at her reflection and rotated her shoulders while contracting her back muscles. "Great." She said, surprised by it. "It hurt a bit before, but I’m feeling perfectly fine now."

"Glad to hear it." He said, bending his knees so that the outline of his cock wouldn’t be so obvious or apparent.

"You should’ve told us that you could do this." Syl said with a cheery voice. "Would’ve saved me the pain of having Akane burn my skin."

"My bad."

Syl suddenly frowned and finally looked away from the mirror. "You’re being awfully quiet..."

Her words trailed off as she noticed that there was one more outline drawn by the bed sheets, one more other than those of his legs.

She slowly lowered her gaze, finally noticing that she was naked.

Amon remained perfectly still and quiet.

Just like Akane, Syl hadn’t had an easy life. Threatened continually with the fate of becoming an incubator for the Hobgoblin Chief, anything sexual is probably off limits, just like with Akane.

"Do you..." Syl fiddled with her hands, her voice shaky.

She coughed, having trouble getting the words out.

"Do you really find me beautiful?" Syl asked, much to Amon’s surpise.

His legs slowly straightened, and only the tent raised by his throbbing cock remained.