The Ever-Calm Haven answered only to its master.
With a lazy flick of will, Ash transformed the endless meadow.
A crescent-shaped island of obsidian stone emerged from the violet grass, topped by a roaring waterfall that cascaded into a steaming pool below.
"I always wanted to try bathing in a waterfall," he laughed, voice echoing off the water as he stripped bare and stepped beneath the torrent.
Pure mana flowed over sculpted muscle, following every ridge of his chest and each defined line of his abdomen. He leaned his head back, eyes shut, letting the warmth melt away seven months of grit and battle.
He never noticed the silver eyes watching from the tall grass with her presence concealed.
Vaeloria crouched low, nine tails wrapped tight around her naked body, breath coming in shallow bursts.
'By the grace of the primordials… what am I doing?' She thought as she couldn't tear her gaze away.
Water glittered on his skin like molten metal; each shift of muscle flexed raw, lethal power. Her stare drifted lower, slow, helpless, hungry.
"Oh my…" The words slipped out, barely a whisper. "He's huge…"
Panels flared in Ash's vision.
[Affection 77%]
[79%]
[81%]
He smirked beneath the waterfall. "Dreaming about me again, little fox?"
Another spike.
[88%]
He began to look around seeing that the number was spiking a bit too fast, but he couldn't see anyone at first glance.
However, a moment later, a sweet, intoxicating scent flooded the air, jasmine and starfire, thick enough to drown in. Pink rings bloomed in his golden eyes; the aura of Lust itself stirred awake.
Suddenly he could see it: a glowing pink thread stretching from his chest into the grass twenty meters away.
There she was.... naked.
Knees spread wide in the violet grass. Fingers buried deep inside herself, hips rolling desperately, golden eyes locked on him with shameless, worshipful hunger.
[Affection 92%]
"Oh… you horny little fox," he teased, voice rolling out like dark honey.
The words struck her like a physical caress. Vaeloria's lips parted on a broken moan.
"My prince~"
[98%]
Ash crossed the distance in a heartbeat. Water exploded off his body as he dropped to his knees between her thighs, hands slamming down on either side of her head, caging her beneath him.
Their eyes locked, golden-pink on violet, wild and starving.
Then he kissed her, deep, filthy, claiming every breath she had. She melted into him, fingers working faster between her legs until he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand.
"Leave it to me, my little fox~"
His mouth burned a path down her throat, teeth scraping, tongue tasting starfire and surrender.
She arched beneath him, soaked, trembling, dripping onto the grass.
He didn't wait.
One brutal thrust and he buried himself to the hilt.
Vaeloria screamed his name, silver blood trickling as he stole her first time beneath an alien violet sky. Pleasure drowned pain instantly; Lust made sure of it.
PAH!
PAH!
PAH!
Hours blurred into a storm of flesh and moans and shattering starlight.
The waterfall kept roaring, swallowing her cries from any world but theirs. When it finally ended, they lay tangled in crushed grass that glowed faintly where their bodies had touched.
Ash sat propped against the obsidian island, Vaeloria curled against his chest, nine tails draped over them like a living blanket of starlight.
He stared at the sky, lazy grin spreading. First time in two lifetimes, and it had been beneath alien stars with an ancient nine-tailed empress screaming his name.
Perfection.
Panels flared across his vision.
[Singularity Genesis Physique | Intense Sex → +50 EL]
[Rank B-rank | Existence Level 875]
[Eternal Bloodline of Bonds | Form bond with Vaeloria Lunareth?]
He accepted without hesitation.
'Bond' He said mentally and when did...
...Light exploded behind his eyes.
Then he saw everything.
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An empire of silver and moonlight stretched across floating continents, connected by shimmering rivers of liquid light.
Towers of white jade and mithril spiraled into skies adorned with nine-tailed banners, while fox-kin with fur like fresh snow and eyes like fading stars wandered the crystalline streets, their one to eight tails swaying in endless festivity.
In the center of the grandest palace stood a birthing chamber carved from pure moon-crystal.
A newborn's cry echoed through the air as four glistening tails unfurled behind her, flowing like liquid silver.
"Ten-tailed bloodline!" the patriarch bellowed, tears streaking his weathered face.
"She's the one we've been waiting for over ten thousand years!" The crowd fell to their knees in awe, as a woman stepped forward—ancient, powerful, and breathtaking.
The Fourth Sovereign of the Silver Court.
She cradled the child in arms that had ended ages.
"She will be the last Sovereign of the Silver Court," she murmured, her voice soft as falling snow. "I will train her myself and raise this shining star."
She kissed the infant's forehead.
"You will be Vaeloria… Vaeloria Lunareth."
And so, the story of the last sovereign began.