Aaron slowly opened his eyes. The place he was in was not the cathedral's chamber, but rather a white, endless space where light poured down like a soft mantle. He quickly realized—this was no ordinary dream. She was here.
"Alicia, don't hide. I know you're here."
With firm steps, a feminine silhouette approached. Her skin glowed with golden light, and her eyes were so intense they seemed to pierce the soul. She wore a white dress that barely covered her body, revealing her full breasts and the delicate curve of her waist.
It was Alicia—the goddess of fire and light, and at the same time, the woman who loved him desperately.
"You took long enough to notice me…" she said, crossing her arms, her sweet voice disguised with a sulky tone. "For someone who's supposed to love me, you've been leaving me alone far too often."
Aaron didn't smile. He only stared at her in silence, his gaze cold and sharp as steel. He approached slowly, until her eyes began to tremble and her pride started to falter.
"Are you complaining?" he asked, his voice low and firm, heavy with authority.
Alicia turned her face aside, her cheeks flushing. "I-I'm not complaining! I just… just thought you could visit me more often. It's natural for a goddess to want attention, isn't it?!"
Aaron lifted his hand and held her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You're already mine. You don't need to beg for attention."
The goddess's body trembled at those words. She tried to keep her proud posture, but her breathing betrayed how deeply his words struck her.
"Hmph… always talking as if you own me…" she murmured, biting her lip, the blush spreading down her neck.
"Because I do." Aaron replied dryly, before pressing his lips to hers.
The kiss was deep and aggressive. Alicia moaned into his mouth, her fists pressing against his chest as if resisting, but soon they melted, clutching at his neck. His tongue invaded hers without permission, dominating every inch, and every muffled moan only reinforced her surrender.
Aaron pushed her down onto the floor of light, her white dress riding up, revealing her pale thighs and the lace panties already damp. She tried to cover herself, blushing, but he brushed her hands away with gentle brutality.
"Don't stare at me like that!" she protested, her voice trembling, trying to sound angry. "It's embarrassing…"
"Your body is mine. There's nothing here I cannot see." With a single motion of his fingers, he tore the thin lace.
Air escaped Alicia's lips in a loud moan. She bit the back of her hand to muffle the sound, but Aaron seized her wrist and pulled it aside.
"I want to hear your voice. Don't hide anything from me."
"A-always ordering me around… you brute…" she replied, her eyes glistening with pleasure.
His fingers slid across her soaked folds, teasing slowly before thrusting inside firmly. The goddess's body arched, the dress clinging to her sweaty skin.
"Aaah~! I-I don't like it!" she cried in an irritated tone, but her melodic moans betrayed her completely.
Aaron entered her with two fingers, steady and strong, watching her expression twist between pride and pleasure. "You're a terrible liar, Alicia."
She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, unable to answer, only gasping and clinging to his arm as if it were her only anchor.
It didn't take long for him to undo his belt and release his hardened member. Alicia's eyes widened for an instant, then turned away in shame, though she couldn't stop sneaking glances at it.
"Y-you don't have to… so soon…" she murmured, her voice trembling.
"You're mine. Always ready for me." Aaron spread her legs and entered her with a single firm thrust.
Her scream echoed through the infinite space:
"Aaaah~!"
Alicia's body trembled, but instead of resisting, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
"Idiot… brute… always so cruel to me…" she whined between moans, her aggressive voice failing to hide how much she was begging for more.
Aaron moved inside her with long, powerful strokes, holding her wrists against the floor. Each thrust made her breasts bounce beneath the half-torn dress, and every louder moan made him stare down at her, cold, yet filled with possession.
"Say who you belong to."
Alicia bit her lips, her pride struggling. "I-I won't… aah~! I won't say it…!"
Aaron quickened his pace, the sound of their bodies echoing through the space, until her voice broke into desperate cries.
"I'm yours! I'm only yours!" she screamed, her face flushed, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. "I'll never let anyone else near you, understand?!"
Aaron pressed his forehead against hers, claiming her lips with another kiss as he drove her to climax. The goddess's body convulsed in spasms, tightening around him fiercely.
He didn't stop, continuing until she was exhausted, limp beneath him, her dress completely disheveled and her skin glistening with sweat.
"Always so proud… yet you always yield to me," he said coldly, adjusting her body in his arms.
Panting, Alicia tried to reply with pride: "I-it's not like I like it that much…"
But her voice failed, and she buried her face against his chest, smiling silently, satisfied at being completely dominated by her man.
Aaron then laid her carefully on the floor, standing to leave, for he had important matters to attend to in reality. Things like stealing the hero's sister.
"Thinking of another woman while you're in my home?"
The space rippled, and the surroundings shifted into an ancient temple. The walls were golden but dissolved into a starry sky stretching into infinity. The air was warm and perfumed, stirring his instincts.
"…Alicia. What's the meaning of this?" Aaron asked, narrowing his eyes. He was no longer trapped in a mere dream, for even his perception of the outer world had been distorted.
"I can't wait any longer, Aaron… The distance between us was killing me. Now you must compensate me for all the times you ignored me." She closed the distance quickly, revealing her true intentions with a desire-filled smile.
"You…" He sighed, but didn't resist her. Deep down in his heart, he also wanted this.
To touch her, to kiss her… to love her.
"You don't know how much I want this. I wish I could do it forever," she whispered, trailing her fingers across his chest. Aaron's clothes crumbled like sand beneath her hands.
Her touch was slow, yet burning with hunger. Aaron held her waist, pulling her close, and their lips met in a deep, wet kiss full of urgency. The already tattered dress slipped from her shoulders, revealing her complete nudity.
Her breasts brushed against him, hard and sensitive, and Aaron didn't hesitate to squeeze them, drawing a needy moan from the goddess.
"Ahh…" she sighed against his mouth. "I love this so much…"
A bed appeared out of nowhere, shaped by the dream. Alicia pushed him down and, without hesitation, climbed on top of him. Her core was wet, hot, dripping with desire. She positioned him firmly and sank down in one motion, moaning loudly as she was filled.
"Nhhhhh…!" Alicia arched her back, her golden hair cascading down her shoulders. "So deep… always so deep…"
Aaron gripped her waist, guiding her movements. Each thrust made the golden chamber echo with the wet, intense sounds of their bodies colliding.
She rode him hungrily, her breasts bouncing with every move. Aaron held them, sucking her nipples hard, making her moan louder, without shame.
"Ahhnn… Aaron! That… suck me more…"
He smirked against her skin, nibbling lightly.
"Always so insatiable."
"Only with you… only you make me like this." She panted, bouncing harder, each stroke sending her deeper into pleasure.
Their pace quickened, her moans rising almost to screams, her body trembling. Aaron flipped their positions, pinning her to the golden sheets and thrusting hard. The impact was brutal, deep, making her clutch the sheets as if she'd fall apart.
"Aaahh!" Alicia screamed, her whole body shaking. "Harder… harder! I want to feel all of you inside me…"
Aaron held her wrists, dominating her, and increased the rhythm even more. The sound of his skin slapping hers mixed with the divine echo of the dream. Her body clung desperately, tightening around him.
Alicia's eyes filled with tears, not only from pleasure but from raw emotion.
"Aaron… tell me… that I'm yours… only yours…"
He pressed his lips to her ear, panting:
"You always were… and always will be my only one."
Those words made her explode in orgasm, her body arching, mouth open in a rapturous cry. Her insides clenched violently, milking Aaron until he spilled deep inside her, hot and thick.
She clung to him tightly, nails digging into his back, as if afraid he would vanish. Her cries faded into heavy breaths, broken by small satisfied sighs.
Lying on his chest, Alicia caressed his face like a wife would, whispering lovingly:
"Even if you try to run… I will always bring you back to me."
Aaron closed his eyes, exhausted but serene. Deep down, he knew that even in a dream, those words were more than desire—they were a promise.
"Aaron…" The goddess's timid murmur reached him. "Can we do this again?"
"Of course, my dear. You have my full attention."
And so the two began their intimate battle once more. As for Lisa? She could wait—Aaron was focused on pleasing his woman.
…
Aaron slept for two whole days, waking on the third with the first rays of sunlight. All the events of the past nights had been nothing but a dream, yet he knew there was some truth within them.
He didn't rise immediately from bed. His eyes stared at the ceiling, as if gazing at something beyond the heavens.
"Heheheheheh~"
A cheerful giggle echoed in his ears, the beautiful melody belonging to a happy, satisfied Alicia resting in the highest paradise.
"I wish I was with her…"
Aaron quickly dismissed the thought. He had more important things to do—and besides, he could always visit Alicia again.
His body was still clad in silver armor; he hadn't taken it off the night before and had fallen asleep wearing it.
"Let's change into something more comfortable."
With that thought, the armor vanished, replaced by soft magical silk clothing.
Now more at ease, he could plan with a calmer mind.
"Lisa… A girl fiercely loyal to her brother, but also the easiest to steal."
People like her were the simplest to conquer—all he needed to do was shatter the idealized image she held of her brother, replacing it with himself.
"She probably thinks her brother is an invincible saint. Hell, she even thinks he's a virgin. That being the case, I won't even need to manipulate much. Leonard will disappoint her on his own. All I'll have to do is wait for the right opportunities."
After considering a few more things, Aaron stood to find Dorian and discuss certain matters.
He walked down the corridor lit by stained glass windows, occasionally passing by nuns who blushed and averted their eyes upon seeing him, whispering about keeping faith and resisting the desires of the flesh.
"If only these nuns knew…"
He passed by with an expressionless face. While some nuns were relieved, others were disappointed.
Suddenly, a commotion arose, and priests began gathering in the church's central hall.
Aaron grabbed one of them by the arm and asked:
"What's the rush? What happened?"
The man looked irritated, but relaxed when he saw who was holding him, answering in a slightly timid voice:
"The hero's party has returned, and they're gravely wounded. The Saint isn't here, so we need all the help we can get to treat them."
Satisfied with the answer, Aaron thanked him and let him go.
"So the hero's party returned today… meaning I spent three days dreaming of Alicia… At least I was with her, so the time wasn't wasted."
Aaron then changed his path, heading toward the commotion. Curiosity burned in his heart.
"Finally, we'll meet again… Hero!"