The Primal Blood Demonic Dragon
Chapter 82: Cht 82: Night That Never Slept

Chapter 82: Cht 82: Night That Never Slept

The sun dipped low, its last embers staining the sky with a faded crimson that bled into a creeping, heavy darkness. The battle had ended hours ago. The clearing they had fought in was far behind them and now the group sat nestled in a small grove surrounded by jagged trees and moss-draped roots. There was no comfort in their camp, only the illusion of safety crafted by necessity.

Jean, tireless and enduring, had constructed temporary canopies for each of them, organic and silent. The vines wrapped and hardened with a will of their own, shaped into rounded dwellings that looked like overgrown, living domes nestled in the forest.

And yet... none of them truly slept.

Gin lay low beneath the overhang of a fallen tree near the camp’s edge, the cool earth pressing against his still healing side. He didn’t close his eyes. Even in his wolf form, wounded and weary, he was restless. Something in the air felt wrong not in the way the corrupted beasts felt wrong or beats mutual teamup, not even in the usual sense of danger.

It was subtler. Like something just beyond reach, like a thread dangling from a cloak, never catching the light.

He had tried multiple times to push his spiritual sense farther out, stretching that invisible web of awareness as far as it could go but each time he reached past a thousand meters, the strain returned, sharp and unforgiving. His soul had been stretched too thin in that memory wheel and after in that last battle. He needed rest. But rest refused to come.

So he remained still, eyes narrowed, fucused and listening.

From time to time, he swept his spiritual sense in slow, circular arcs, checking for anything amiss. The others had all withdrawn to their canopies except Xingning, who stood like a silent sentry not far from the tree line, the wind occasionally fluttering her sleeves.

Gin watched her for a long moment. So different now. Sharper. Quieter. More dangerous.

When did that happen? he wondered.

And then he looked toward the others.

Saira’s canopy stood near Lucy’s. That pairing alone was odd to Gin. They were always so different Saira wild and reckless, Lucy reserved and analytical. But tonight, for some reason, they had chosen to stay close. Alice had made her own canopy between theirs and Jean’s, as if trying to anchor both sides of the group.

Everything felt... out of rhythm.

Time passed.

Still no sign of the threat that had sent shivers through their spines since dusk. Gin’s instincts told him the figure he had sensed earlier, the invisible presence on the edge of perception had not retreated. It simply waited.

But for what?

He rose on all fours with some effort, pain radiating from his side. His steps were soft on the forest floor, nearly silent despite his bulk. Wolf instincts combined with his previous trait and he glided around the perimeter of their camp like a ghost.

He paused near Lucy and Saira’s canopies. Nothing seemed off.

Then he felt it.

A ripple. Not of danger but of heat. Emotional, powerful... primal.

He hesitated, then sent a careful sweep of his spiritual sense, meant only to pass through the camp and feel for energy fluctuations.

But as it touched the canopy, something pulled his attention back.

Heat. Movement. Rhythmic. Two heartbeats, fast and elevated. Breathing muffled, strained.

He didn’t want to look deeper. But the pulse of sensation had already imprinted itself on his awareness. He felt it like a heatwave through mist Saira and Lucy, entangled, their energies not combative but blended in something intimate.

First His spiritual sense picked up shapes, vague silhouettes in close contact, shifting against each other with purpose. Silent mouths, muffled gasps. It was subtle, shrouded beneath the veil of darkness and the organic canopy but there was no mistaking the closeness, the intimacy.

Lucy and Saira both burning their stamina together.

One of their hand on their own mouth of each other and other hand supporting to balance themselves.

Both of their left leg below the other person’s and right leg on top of other’s left, facing each other.

Rubbing the sensitive entrances with each other while juices dipping down from the horizon. The meeting place of two same organ of different people.

Which seemed like they had no intention to pause or stopping soon, they continued grinding their wet parts. One going up with, two mounds on bottom raising with her and with same rhythm other lowing herself by lowering her buttocks while still their parts being connected.

As if only friction from rubbing can cool their passion, fire in their lower canyon.

Gin recoiled mentally, instantly concentrating his 80% focus on them with his spiritual sense. Leaving the least amount to check the surroundings for any disturbance or danger.

He hadn’t meant to see that. Not at all. Yet his wolfish mouth almost drooled seeing them in this state.

’Damn! too hot (🔥).....’ Who knows what kinda thoughts are even appearing in his head.

’I have seen them without anything, felt Mira’s almost every part with my own. Many times happened when Lucy was on that kinda mood and ready to go all the way. Yet we only finished with only cuddling and kisses....

And i don’t even have my own body. But.... ’

But now... he couldn’t unsee what he was seeing.

’This is just some on another level. Too amazing. Too awesome to even describe what beauty it even has.’

This time wolf really shook head with injury on top of that.

’And even Mira didn’t seem to have rejected my approach if i could have gone further at that time on coast.’

This spiritual horny man is remembering his and Mira’s encounter, their battle day below the ocean from years ago. As the body wolf is also not having that reaction in same way as his original body.

Maybe because of this isn’t his own or his original body and soul have yet to be in full harmony, so same situation as his original body.

’But it isn’t uncommon in this world have this kind of relation.’

He still have fresh memory of listening to Tracy and Triti making panting sounds from a room at villa.

’Yet this might turned out to be something good for me.’

Sweat covered mostly Lucy as she kept on rubbing her yin part.

It is understandable since she still can’t circulate her inner energy as she still doesn’t have a core.

Ever her meridians are in state of damage. Gin saw everything while scanning her during her passion play.

Still continuesly watching them this thought appeared many times in his head. Lucy and Saira? how?

’There always has a reason for everything.’

He had known them. Lived with them. Watched over them. He remembered Saira’s chaotic grin, her wild recklessness during battling, her tendency to dive headfirst into fights with a grin that said "Try me." He remembered Lucy’s cool-headed planning, her focus, her intense way of looking through background of anyone suspicious.

They’d never shown signs of that closeness before. Not while she doesn’t know that Saira is Mira herself.

And yet... what he sensed just now was not casual. It wasn’t a fling. It was full of passion. Vulnerability.

And they were hiding it or didn’t need to show it.

He lay back down near his tree, head resting on his paws, and stared out into the night as though it could offer answers.

It didn’t.

He tried to silence the thoughts racing through his mind.

How long has this been going on?

Did they hide it from the others?

Did the others already know?

A thousand questions spun behind his eyes.

He wasn’t angry, why would even he be. Yet even envious enough, as something in his chest twisted with a feeling close to that. It wasn’t that he wanted either of them—not now, not in this wolf body, not with everything broken and changed. But still... there was a kind of loneliness in realizing that they are going at it and he can’t join them.

Yes, he himself would never even think of doing anything with them while inside this wolf body. Even if this body have any reaction to their play.

’How long was I gone?’ he wondered for the hundredth time. ’How much have I missed?’

He thought back to when he’d last been with them all before the transformation, before the explosion, before the darkness that had stolen his body and split his soul. Had it been months? Years?

Jean had changed, evolved in a better way than he planned her to be. Xingning had matured. Saira had grown more aware. Lucy, once mostly alone inside, now clearly wasn’t.

And Gin... was a wolf. A silent observer. A stranger among those he once ventured.

His body throbbed again. The wounds weren’t healing at past pace. No chance to rest. No moment to meditate long enough to gather world energy and heal wounds. The battles had kept coming. Now this eerie tension.

He wanted to ask someone How long has it really been? What happened while I was gone?

But he couldn’t speak. Not like this.

Even if he could... would those three answer?

Another hour passed.

At one point, he noticed Alice stepping outside her canopy. She looked around quietly, eyes glancing toward the forest. Toward the space where Gin watched from the shadows.

She met his gaze.

There was no surprise in her eyes. Only... understanding.

She nodded once, then returned to her resting spot.

And Gin realized she knew. About the intimacy. About the changes.

She had known all along.

When the morning finally broke, it came with no attacks, no signs of the presence that had haunted their night.

Only the cold, gray light of a world that refused to offer peace.

Lucy stood up first, her eyes scanning the perimeter before speaking.

"We’re leaving," she said to the others. "Back to the coastal cave."

Everyone packed in silence.

No one mentioned the tense night. No one spoke of the fact that none of them had truly slept. And no one asked about what Gin had sensed.

And Gin said nothing.

He followed them as they departed, his steps slow, his wounds sore, his mind heavier than ever.

He had seen what happened to the wilderness, the beasts making havoc while bulldozing everything that came in front.

But more than that, he had seen how far away he truly was from the people he once called companions.

And the weight of that truth pressed heavier than his injuries ever could.

But still his real trouble is finding out what happened with his actual body. He couldn’t feel connection with Alice nor can he call her other conscious in form of system.

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To Be Continued.