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Chapter 144
🕑 Added 2024-11-28 06:29:34 +0000 UTCThe Bloodgem, one of the Eight pieces of the Lifestone Tree, able to grant its bearer incredible powers, including Immortality. In fact you have another fragment of the Lifestone Tree with you already, the Alpha stone.
The Alpha Stone's fragments had embedded themselves in Basilisk's body, granting him his powers. He was the green-scaled reptilian who had attacked Stark Headquarters with Obadiah, and Bobbi managed to capture him after the battle.
Extracting the fragments wasn’t easy—it took Monica a significant amount of effort to carefully remove each shard from his body. But in the end, she succeeded, fully restoring the Alpha Stone to its original form.
You are sure though that neither Elsa nor her father Ulysses has any idea of the origins or the connection of Bloodgem with the other gems. And you are definitely not in any hurry to inform her about it.
"Of course, I would never betray my Monster Hunter Buddy!" You say cheerfully, pouring another glass of whisky and handing it to her. Now, both of you hold a secret about each other, creating a bridge of trust that can strengthen your bond.
"Cheers, to Elsa the Monster Hunter and her dashing sidekick, the Handsome Bait!" Elsa says with a grin, clinking her glass with yours.
"Hey, I’m pretty sure I took out more vampires than you tonight, so that makes you the sidekick," you reply with a playful smirk.
"Beginner’s luck," she fires back with a competitive gleam in her eye. "We’ll see how well you do on future hunts."
"Well anyways, thank God I was right about the gem. Otherwise, I would have kept thinking you were into BDSM with that choker you have got on," you say, chuckling.
"It’s not a choker!" Elsa protests, clearly annoyed.
"It sure looks like one to me," you tease, amusement coloring your tone.
“Ugh, I told Father to make it as a glove, but no, he insisted it would get in the way during fights. So, I’m stuck with this ‘necklace.’” She emphasizes the word with a heavy dose of irritation.
“Well, to me it still looks like a choker … Guess we will just have to settle this with a bet.” You smirk slyly.
“A bet? Oh, you’re on!” Elsa declares, clearly up for the challenge.
“A drinking bet. First one who can’t keep going loses.” You place two unopened bottles of vodka on the table.
“Drinking? Pffft, I’m game, but no using any of your fancy powers to cheat!” she says, narrowing her eyes.
“I swear, no powers. But that means you will have to take off that choker of yours,” you say, amusement dancing in your eyes.
“It’s a necklace, and fine! Here, happy now?” She removes it and sets it aside. “Even without it, I’ll still drink you under the table,” she says confidently, pouring herself a shot of vodka and downing it immediately.
“We’ll see, El,” you say with a hidden smirk, taking your own drink.
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“… Blight Beasts of Krakow are massive! Bigger than bloody cruise ships! My father kept one caged on the island for over 5,000 years! And I had to defeat it when I was just a baby!” Elsa slurs, slouching back into the couch, her face flushed with the drink.
From the start of the game, you had been using your Data Warping powers to alter the alcohol, transforming it into a version potent enough to affect even superpowered individuals. One of your little inventions—highly appreciated by Peggy.
You could have easily won, given your Super Soldier physique, but you altered the drinks to keep it fair. And, honestly, after tonight’s chaos, you wanted to get a bit drunk.
Still, you hadn’t expected Elsa to keep pace even after taking off her choker. She is definitely superpowered, even without the Bloodgem. But now, with her starting to slur and drop phrases like 'My Father and 5,000 years', it was clear that the booze was finally taking its toll.
“Five thousand years and bigger than a cruise ship? And why would you have to fight it as a baby? How does a baby even do that?” you ask, your speech a little slurred as you pour another glass of vodka and set the empty bottle down with the growing pile.
“Hehehe... It was a rite of passage from my Father! And what do you mean how? I wasn’t just any baby—I’m a Bloodstone! ‘Course I could defeat any monster, no matter how big or strong!” she declares, raising her glass triumphantly, her smile wide.
“Ohhh, Super Baby!” you cheer along with her, as you down your glass.
“Yeah, I just did this, that, and the other—wham, bam—and passed the rite!” Elsa giggles, waving her hands around as if mimicking sword strikes in slow motion.
“Was that harder than the time you fought the White Sharks as a kid?” you ask, genuinely intrigued.
“Ugh, well... the Blight Beast was caged. But when it came to the sharks, Father just threw me into a horde of Great White Sharks off the coast of South Africa—without any weapon. So that one was definitely harder, although I was a bit older by then,” she says, reminiscing with an oddly happy smile.
If anyone else overheard these wild claims, they would think she was either bragging or completely insane. But you knew better. The real crazy one was her father, Ulysses Bloodstone, who had subjected his own daughter to these impossible rites.
“Wow… you have had such an interesting childhood. Mine was just school, friends, dating, college—you know, the usual, average stuff. Pretty boring compared to yours,” you say with an awkward smile.
“No, no… I would've loved to go to school, make friends, maybe even—" She pauses, her gaze lowering. "I mean, I don’t mind how Father trained me, made me go on hunts… it was to remove my weaknesses, after all. But, it wouldn’t have hurt to have a normal childhood. A normal life… even just for a little while,” she says with a bitter smile, quickly downing another glass.
“Elsa…” You watch her, concern softening your tone.
"Don’t mind me, mate. Mostly my mum’s words, not mine. Like Father always says: 'A Bloodstone can never be ordinary,'” she says, imitating his voice before giggling.
“Well, if you don’t mind me saying… your dad sounds like a bit of a jerk,” you say, smirking as you take another sip of your drink.
“A jerk? Yeah, a big, stupid jerk!” Elsa laughs, bouncing slightly on the couch. As you pour more vodka into her glass, she suddenly grabs your hand, eyes sparkling. “Why are you sitting sooo far away? Come here,” she insists, tugging you closer.
You slide over beside her, drink still in hand. She downs her glass in one go, then turns toward you, grabbing your face suddenly. “I really like this original face of yours… much better than the other one!” she teases, pinching your cheeks playfully.
“Well, I like your original face too, El,” you say with a goofy grin, grabbing her reddened cheeks in return.
"Ughh you are sooo Handsomee! Say Luke, if … I mean, if I’d had a normal childhood, gone to school and even a college, do you think I would have ended up with a boyfriend as handsome as you?” she asks, her hazy, drunken blue eyes gazing at you with desire.
“I don’t think there’s anyone quite as handsome as me,” you say narcissistically as she playfully twists your cheek while pouting. “But I am still in college,” you add, leaning closer, “so if you joined my college, then you could have me as your handsome boyfriend,” your lips hovering dangerously close to hers.
“What about … Monster Hunting, then?” Elsa inquires, her cheeks flushed as her hot breath brushes against your face.
“Don’t worry … we can be the Monster-Hunting Couple of the college,” you say with a grin, and in that moment, Elsa leans in and plants her rosy red lips on yours.
With her eyes closed, she has just pressed her lips against yours, making you believe that this silly monster hunter has no experience with this sort of thing. You take the reins, cupping her smooth cheeks, opening your mouth just enough to nibble at her soft lips, from the upper to the lower, tasting them carefully.
“Haa,” she gasps, opening her mouth in response, and you seize the opportunity to show her a real kiss.
Your mouths join fully, allowing you to taste her for real—her flavour a mix of alcohol and tangerine, likely from the orange-flavoured vodka she has been drinking.
She moves her mouth unconsciously as your tongue ventures inside, exploring uncharted territory. Her tongue starts to rub against yours in response, and you begin to play with hers.
The kiss is long and slow, and after you have had your fill of the first kiss, you pull away from her lovely lips, noticing that her eyes are still closed and her mouth still half open.
“Wow,” she says, opening her dazed eyes as her blue ones meet your green. Before you can respond, she grabs your neck and leans in for another kiss, this one a bit more sloppy, as you both start to engulf each other's mouths in a fervent effort to get more of one another.
Your hands find the place you have longed to touch, cupping her soft, big breasts through her bra. ‘Wow,’ you echo her words in your mind as your hard cock twitches in response to groping this exquisite softness.
You can barely control yourself as your other hand joins the first, grabbing and playing with her incredibly soft tits. Elsa’s hands are also busy; she reaches into your shirt and starts exploring your bare chest and your six-pack abs.
The kiss gets even hotter as she rips apart your shirt, desperate to touch more of you, and you are not far behind, deftly flicking your finger to undo her bra, allowing you to finally feel her bare, silky smooth tits with your hands.
As you grope her breasts and tease her hardening nipples, the kiss continues, both of you forgetting how to breathe as you consume and exchange each other's saliva.
Knowing it’s time to take this to the bedroom, your hands reluctantly leave her breasts and reach for her butt. You grab her tight ass with both hands and stand up, Elsa, who had been sitting on top of you, wraps her legs around you while still kissing. You effortlessly carry her to the bedroom, your hands groping her magnificent ass through her shorts.
You cross the threshold of your open bedroom door, your tongues still passionately battling with one another. Elsa begins grinding her hips against your hard dick, making you impatient.
Once at the bed, you break the kiss and toss the redhead onto it!
