Moonlight spilled like silver wine through the arched windows of the royal chambers. The silken drapes fluttered gently in the evening breeze, scented with lavender and firewood. Queen Amaria stood by the open balcony, the very image of poise and command—her golden hair cascading down her back, her gown clinging to her curvaceous, mature frame like a lover's touch.
She had ruled the kingdom of Elvorna with both elegance and a fiery resolve. But tonight… she had let go of that crown for a single, dangerous man.
Adam D. Vane.
His hands had found her waist without ceremony, pulling her back from her regal perch. The queen's sharp breath escaped her lips as his warmth pressed against her from behind—broad chest, muscled arms, that dangerous aura that exuded power and seduction in equal measure. She had invited this. No, begged for it with her eyes ever since the moment he saved her kingdom.
He whispered into her ear, low and rough, "Tonight, your throne is mine."
A gasp escaped her as he bent her forward over the velvet-draped bed, her crown falling soundlessly to the floor. His fingers found the zipper of her royal gown and dragged it down with slow, punishing leisure. The fabric slipped off her shoulders, baring her flushed skin and the soft curves of her back to the night.
"My Queen… such divine skin," he murmured before sinking his teeth into the nape of her neck. The sharp nip made her tremble, but she didn't resist. Her body arched back into him instinctively, as though it had longed for this moment as much as he did.
His hands roamed her—strong palms gliding over her breasts, kneading them through her silken undergarments before unclasping them altogether. She moaned into the mattress as he brought his lips down, teasing one sensitive peak while rolling the other between his fingers. Her royal poise crumbled under his touch, her legs quivering beneath her.
Her voice came out in gasps and muffled screams. "A-Adam… what are you doing to me?"
He chuckled darkly. "Showing you what happens when a queen tempts a beast."
His fingers slid between her thighs, parting them, feeling her wet with need. "Already soaked?" he growled. "Did you want this as badly as I did?"
When he finally pushed his throbbing shaft into her tight folds, the queen let out a cry so primal, it echoed against the marble walls. He took her rough, in a punishing rhythm that left no doubt who was in control tonight.
She clutched at the bedspread, her fingers twisting in velvet as he spanked her rear sharply. Each thrust sent her further into the haze of pleasure, her mind clouded with ecstasy.
Adam pulled her up by the hair and turned her around, claiming her lips in a feral kiss before laying her flat and diving between her legs, using his mouth to draw out a symphony of pleasure. Her thighs clamped around his head as she cried out again and again.
He wasn't done.
Lifting her effortlessly, he brought her to the mirror and made her watch. "See how you're begging for me, my Queen?"
With one leg over his shoulder, he filled her again, rough and deep, her cries muffled by his fingers in her mouth, and then her lips wrapped around his shaft when he gave her no reprieve.
She was broken by the time he spun her around and took her through her rear gate, his grip firm on her hips. Every stroke made her shudder, her crown now lying forgotten beside the bed as she surrendered to the rhythm of his dominance.
Her royal screams of pleasure filled the chamber. "Adam! Gods… Adam!!"
And then, with one final thrust, he let his flood burst within her, marking her in every possible way.
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Three Years Earlier…
He had wandered the Grand Line after leaving Amazon Lily, young but already a myth in whispers.
Adam's first stop had been the Sky Isles, where he saved a civilization from falling into civil war between the Shandians and new invaders from the Blue Sea. There, he earned the blessing of the Sky Oracle and obtained a relic infused with divine wind—a weapon of legend.
From there, he stormed pirate fortresses, clashed with Sea Kings, and even infiltrated underworld auctions in Sabaody Archipelago to free hundreds of slaves. Many tried to stop him. None succeeded.
His reputation grew. They called him the Incubus Flame, a name whispered in awe by slaves and cursed in fear by tyrants.
He trained in the shadows of ancient ruins, unlocking newer layers of his Mythical Zoan powers—his wings spread wider, his soul-charms deeper. His beauty, enhanced by his Devil Fruit, made women ache for him and men fear him. He had become a walking legend.
And finally, three months ago, he landed on Elvorna—a kingdom ruled by Queen Amaria, threatened by rebellion and invasion. With one display of his overwhelming power, he had shattered the enemy's morale, captured their leaders, and raised the royal banner once more.
The Queen had begged for an audience.
He gave her more than that.
That night in the royal bedchamber was not just the surrender of a nation… but the surrender of a woman who had never bowed to anyone.
Queen Amaria now slept beside him, breathless, body marked, crown at her feet.
Adam D. Vane stood at the window, eyes on the horizon.
His journey was far from over.
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