The scent of blood had not yet left General Kaelren's armor, but the capital welcomed him like a god returned.
Golden banners rippled from the obsidian towers of Elarion, whispering his name: Kaelren. Kaelren. Flower petals rained from balconies. Drums echoed through the streets. Behind him, a thousand soldiers marched in formation, iron and silver gleaming beneath the noonday sun. They had won. Again. And Kaelren wore victory like a mantle—proud, silent, and cold.
He did not smile. Not when the nobles threw garlands. Not when the king himself descended from his throne to clap him on the shoulder. Not even when courtesans sang his deeds from balconies draped in silk.
His eyes kept drifting up the temple steps.
There, beyond the opaline gates of the Moon Temple, veiled in incense and secrets, stood the high priestess. He had never seen her, but stories of her traveled further than soldiers' boots. Lysaria. Chosen of the Moon Goddess. A woman said to bless kings and doom empires with a single look.
Today, she would perform the Rite of Light to sanctify the victory. The temple doors would open, and Kaelren—hero of the bloodiest campaign in a century—would be allowed entry.
He felt nothing.
That disturbed him more than he let on.
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The city's celebration lasted until twilight. Dancers spun on rooftops. Priests burned offerings at every gate. The air smelled of jasmine, roasted fruit, and hot metal.
At dusk, a golden chariot arrived to escort Kaelren alone up the temple path.
No guards. No king. No audience.
The Moon Temple, built into the cliffs of Mount Ryos, shimmered in the twilight. Silver stone, moonstone columns, sacred waterfalls running between arches. It was older than the city. Older than the war. Some said it had been built before memory.
Kaelren stood at the threshold. And then—the doors opened.
She walked out.
Veiled in sheer white silk. Bangles chiming with every step. Hair like spun ink. Skin kissed by starlight. Eyes—
His heart stopped.
Not in awe. Not in desire.
In recognition.
Like waking from a dream he hadn't known he'd been dreaming.
Lysaria descended the steps. She held no scroll, no weapon. Only a slender silver bowl filled with water and rose petals. Her voice was soft, crystalline, but commanding.
"Kneel."
Kaelren dropped to one knee.
He hadn't meant to.
Her fingers touched his forehead—cool and deliberate. The bowl hovered above him. She murmured in the Old Tongue. The petals floated down, catching on his armor, sliding into his collar. Her voice filled his head like music, like a river, like memory.
He looked up at her.
For one terrifying second, her veil fluttered—and he saw her face.
She was crying.
Only a single tear. A streak of silver running down her cheek.
And when their eyes met—
The world stopped.
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He stood in a battlefield soaked with moonlight, but no war had happened yet.
A memory?
A vision?
The vision
(There Kaelren laid on the bed naked stroking his cock as she came out of an (ofuro. traditional bath tub)
after which she laid on him putting his cock in her mouth which he let out a hard moan
Then she put her lips around his cock, took him all the way into her mouth, sucking hard and with serious intent.
I'm about to .... Sweetie!" he muttered
She took his dick out of mouth, took her right hand and started rubbing the head of his cock, and said
"Start cumming on my nails. Give them a nice coating, and get ready because I want the rest of it down my throat!"
The spunk began to well up in his balls, and as it made its way to its exit point, she moved her fingers over the tip and he started to shoot sticky jizz all over her manicured fingers. She then quickly put him back in her mouth, deep throating this time
she looked up at him with her sexy eyes and he could read her message loud and clear, telling him to shoot it all the way down her throat.
he blew his load and she began to suck even harder, slurping and gulping to swallow all of it. When she was done, she said, "My turn, Sweetie. Fuck my pussy with that tongue of yours and don't stop till I squirt all over your face."
They switched positions on the bed, with her now laying face up, legs spread, and him with his face and mouth positioned directly over her cunt, which was now oozing even more pussy juice than when she had walked in.
"I'm so wet, Kaelren!! Your dick makes me so fucking horny. Get my pussy calmed down; it's driving me insane and I want you to do me," she cried out.
Diving in, he spread her pussy lips with both hands, opening up her cleanly shaven slit, exposing her absolutely beautiful love tunnel. She began to drip cunt juice on my sheets. Ihe drove his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could get it, burying his face into her intoxicatingly smelling snatch. It had the most beautiful and sensual odor, and he savored her scent while giving her his tongue as deep as it could go.
After several minutes of tongue fucking this minx of a sister, she cried out, "Oh my fucking god! You've done it again,! You are making me squirt!! Here it comes, my love! Lick your baby's fuck hole and finish getting me off!"
She squirted all over his face. he opened his mouth and started lapping her love juice with my tongue, and let it flow into his mouth. he tasted of heaven...cunt heaven....little sister cunt heaven.
When she finished, he looked up at her and told her, "God, I love you more every single day, Sweetheart! You are all mine!"
"And I love you so much baby! I am all yours, and you are all mine! )vision ended
To both of them the vision felt like an hour
but only a few minutes had passed
"Not again," she whispered.
Then the vision shattered like glass.
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The ceremony ended in silence.
No one but the wind spoke.
She turned and ascended the stairs again. The doors closed behind her with a finality that sounded like fate being sealed.
Kaelren remained kneeling long after she was gone.
The petals on his shoulders smoked—hissing faintly.
He touched one. His fingertips came away singed.
Far above, behind the locked doors of her sanctum, Lysaria pressed a hand to her heart.
"Why does my soul know his name?"