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Chapter 166: Take Your Time · Oct 25, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Deadly Hunt (2) 2026-10-25
152 Chapter 152: Deadly Hunt (3) 2026-10-25
153 Chapter 153: Death’s Door 2026-10-25
154 Chapter 154: Rise of the Fallen Angel 2026-10-25
155 Chapter 155: Shadow of the Gods 2026-10-25
156 Chapter 156: Back Again 2026-10-25
157 Chapter 157: New Plan 2026-10-25
158 Chapter 158: Assurance 2026-10-25
159 Chapter 159: Warlord’s Forge 2026-10-25
160 Chapter 160: Unfinished Business 2026-10-25
161 Chapter 161: Long Due (1) 2026-10-25
162 Chapter 162: Long Due (2) 2026-10-25
163 Chapter 163: Morning Tides 2026-10-25
164 Chapter 164: Jealousy Incoming 2026-10-25
165 Chapter 165: Rapid Kiss Attack 2026-10-25
166 Chapter 166: Take Your Time 2026-10-25
167 Chapter 167: Solitary War Room 2026-10-25
168 Chapter 168: Hostile Profits 2026-10-25
169 Chapter 169: Battle Royale 2026-10-25
170 Chapter 170: Rafter Chase 2026-10-25
171 Chapter 171: Afternoon Truce 2026-10-25
172 Chapter 172: Hostile Takeover 2026-10-25
173 Chapter 173: Warlord’s Gauntlet 2026-10-25
174 Chapter 174: Claws, Iron, and Broken Wards 2026-10-25
175 Chapter 175: Old Friend 2026-10-25
176 Chapter 176: Fight Plan 2026-10-25
177 Chapter 177: The Gold, the Shadow, and the Berserker’s Edge 2026-10-25
178 Chapter 178: Green Valley 2026-10-25
179 Chapter 179: The Verdant Labyrinth 2026-10-25
180 Chapter 180: Treasury Vault and the Elven Commander’s Gambit 2026-10-25
181 Chapter 181: Defeat 2026-10-25
182 Chapter 182: Back to Sylvander 2026-10-25
183 Chapter 183: Humiliation 2026-10-25
184 Chapter 184: Sensual Torture 2026-10-25
185 Chapter 185: Payback in Prison (1) 2026-10-25
186 Chapter 186: Payback in Prison (2) 2026-10-25
187 Chapter 187: Queen’s Intimidation 2026-10-25
188 Chapter 188: Arrival of the Devils 2026-10-25
189 Chapter 189: The Barbarian Conquest 2026-10-25
190 Chapter 190: Unification 2026-10-25
191 Chapter 191: Body Modification 2026-10-25
192 Chapter 192: Visiting Milfheim 2026-10-25
193 Chapter 193: Settling In 2026-10-25
194 Chapter 194: Mother In-Law’s Temptation 2026-10-25
195 Chapter 195: Mother In-Law’s Temptation (2) 2026-10-25
196 Chapter 196: Unraveling Misha (1) 2026-10-25
197 Chapter 197: Unraveling Misha (2) 2026-10-25
198 Chapter 198: Unraveling Misha (3) 2026-10-25
199 Chapter 199: Unraveling Misha (4) 2026-10-25
200 Chapter 200: Beast Grathak 2026-10-25

Misha grabbed the collar of his dress, pulling him down for another bruising kiss.

Kane let her take the lead this time, entirely content to follow her rhythm.

He kept his movements slow and deliberate, teasing her with agonizingly gentle touches that had her chasing his hands.

Every time she tried to escalate the pace, Kane smoothly redirected her, keeping her hovering right on the edge of unbearable tension.

He whispered filthy, descriptive promises against her skin.

”Once that heart of yours is fully healed,” Kane murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against her collarbone.

”I am going to lock these bedroom doors and keep you trapped in this bed for three days.”

”Ah... Kane...”

”No council meetings. No ledgers. No magic. Just me, you, and endless time.”

”Mmm... three days... yes...”

”I am going to take my favorite silk sash and tie your wrists directly to that headboard. You will not be able to move a single inch unless I allow it.”

”Oh... please...”

”You like the sound of that?” Kane dragged his teeth gently over her pulse point, feeling it race frantically against his lips.

”Being completely helpless under me? Having to beg for every single touch?”

”Ah! Yes... Kane, yes...”

”I am going to start right here,” Kane whispered, his breath fanning across her shivering skin.

”And I am going to use my mouth to map out every single inch of you. Slowly. I will take hours just tasting you.”

”Oh, gods... Kane... ah... please...”

”I am going to make you so sensitive that just breathing on you will make you shake. You will forget your own name.”

”Mmm... yes...”

”You will only know my name. Because you will be screaming it until your throat is completely raw.”

”Make me... ah! Kane, make me...”

”I am going to stretch you out, Misha. I am going to take you so deep and so hard that you will not be able to formulate a single coherent thought.”

”Ahhh... please! Now... Kane, I want it now...”

”Not yet,” Kane murmured, soothing her with a gentle stroke along her spine.

”Patience, wife.”

”I have no patience left.”

”Then we will just have to build some.”

”It feels like torture.”

”The best kind.”

Kane silenced her next protest with his lips, satisfied with his current strategy.

The rest of the morning slipped away in a blur of hushed whispers, tangled limbs, and breathless negotiations.

Kane kept his promise, refusing to push her past her limits, but ensuring she felt every single second of his undivided attention.

The Elven Queen could wait a few more hours to receive her surrender terms.

Right now, the only surrender Kane cared about was happening perfectly within the walls of his own bedroom.

Moving casually off the edge of the mattress, Kane stretched his arms overhead before reaching down to scoop Misha’s discarded morning gown from the rugs.

Tossing the silken garment onto her lap, he offered a satisfied smirk.

”Time to rebuild an empire, wife.”

”Give me five more minutes,” Misha groaned softly, pulling the tangled sheets up to her chin.

”Being tormented by a warlord is exhausting work. My legs feel entirely like jelly.”

”I barely even started,” Kane chuckled, pulling his own tunic over his head and adjusting the collar.

”Imagine how you will feel after those three days I promised.”

A blush colored her cheeks as she sat up, slipping the gown over her shoulders.

Misha reached for a silver comb resting on the bedside table, dragging it through her disheveled hair with a frustrated sigh. Snags and knots refused to yield to her efforts.

She looked like she just survived a hurricane, Kane noted fondly, stepping closer to take the comb right out of her hand.

A very beautiful hurricane.

”Turn around,” Kane instructed softly, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress behind her.

Misha shifted willingly, resting her back against his chest.

Kane gathered the long, silver strands into his hands, working the comb through the knots with surprising care.

For a man who spent all this time swinging broadswords and breaking siege lines, his touch remained remarkably gentle.

”You have a hidden talent,” Misha murmured, leaning into his warmth.

”Who taught the Warlord of Menual how to braid hair?”

”Survival instinct,” Kane replied easily, dividing the strands to weave a simple, elegant braid.

”If I pull too hard, you will hex me into a toad. I value my current form.”

”A very smart deduction.” Misha tilted her head, allowing him better access.

”You would make a terrible toad anyway. Too arrogant.”

Tying the braid off with a small ribbon, Kane leaned down to press a quick kiss behind her pointed ear.

”Done. You look presentable enough for the public.”

”Presentable,” Misha scoffed playfully, standing up and smoothing her gown.

”I look radiant. You are just too stubborn to admit it.”

”Radiant,” Kane corrected, offering his arm.

”Shall we go see if our vanguard managed to burn the city down while we were distracted?”

Taking his arm, Misha walked alongside him out of the bedchambers.

Stepping into the bustling corridors, they navigated the stone steps leading back down toward the main courtyard.

Guards bowed respectfully as they passed, though a few definitely shared knowing glances.

Pushing the doors open, the crisp midday air greeted them. Training dummies lay splintered across the training ring.

Sira sat cross-legged on a supply crate, tossing a silver coin into the air and catching it repeatedly.

Thora leaned against the weapon racks, sharpening her broadsword with a whetstone. Firlia stood nearby, verifying a merchant ledger with a passing trader.

”Look who finally decided to join the war effort,” Sira called out, catching her coin and pointing it directly at them.

”We were about to send a search party. Or at least slide some water under the door.”

Thora did not even look up from her blade.

”I told you they were busy conducting strategic maneuvers. Warlord business.”

”Very funny,” Kane shot back, descending the final few steps into the yard.

”I hope you all used this time productively. I do not want to pay you for standing around gossiping like village merchants.”

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