Elara had completely fallen into a dented state at the final mont of extinction.
Those once beautiful mories, the grassland where she could gallop, the fresh air where she could howl freely, had all beco shackles and poison binding her.
She was no longer free.
The free wolf had been collared, the carefree princess had beco cautious, the pure soul had fallen into dust.
She beca obsessive and mad.
During this ti, she obtained an ancient mating thod from the tribal shaman... girls could also make won pregnant.
Elara panted, feeling that core swallowed into her belly emitting cold sensations within her body.
The core was filled with despair, sadness, loneliness...
What exactly have you experienced?
What made you, who loved wearing pink puffy dresses, change to solemn attire, made your pink, warm core beco cold, made you who were straightforward yet cold beco hypocritical.
I really, really want to travel with you, really want to witness the changes of ti together.
But I... can't leave that grassland.
I am... North Wind Wolf Princess Elara.
Elara brought Pale's body out from the sand's burial.
The moon was bright and stars sparse, their light too weak to penetrate the heavy darkness shrouding the earth, instead emphasizing the depth and loneliness of this boundless night. Yellow sand buried the surface, the towering Ferris wheel standing lonely in the center of the amusent park.
The fairy-tale happy tis had long ended, devastation everywhere.
The struggle deep beneath the sand had concluded.
Above the sand.
Pale's broken body lay beneath Elara, having completely lost consciousness, gray long hair scattered on the sand, stained with dark red blood.
Elara bent down, her rough tongue licking over Pale's cold lower abdon, which was now empty, leaving only a slightly concave mark.
Elara could feel the core in her belly slowly rging with her calamity energy—a sensation both painful and fascinating.
"Now... you're inside my body." Elara said in a low voice, her claws gently stroking Pale's lifeless face.
She began operating that ancient secret thod, slowly injecting her contaminated life essence into that core being digested by her.
The conception principle was actually simple.
Using her own flesh, blood, and will as a furnace, "contaminating" and "assimilating" Pale's magic core, marking it with her own indelible brand.
Then forcibly injecting this magic core, already completely marked with her own imprint, into Pale's body.
Like forced "grafting" and "seeding" at the soul level.
When this foreign, already assimilated core combined with Pale, it would absorb Pale's body's nutrition and power, growing madly, ultimately conceiving within Pale's body a "new life" that carried both their characteristics yet was dominated by the "contamination source"—Elara.
This was also why Elara was delighted to see Pale's well-developed figure after transformation—their child would be healthier and stronger.
Though Pale after losing magic power and canceling transformation beca slender and tender... it didn't matter anymore.
She definitely had to make Pale bear children for her.
Hundreds of years.
Elara could no longer distinguish whether this was residual obsession with reviving wolf clan bloodline or twisted-to-the-extre love for Pale.
This obsession mixed with hatred, attachnt, desire, and madness no longer distinguished between each other.
Perhaps.
Perhaps after having the crystallization of their love, Pale could stop her journey?
Stay in the grassland of their mories.
Watch sunrises and sunsets side by side, run freely and howl freely, make love wantonly, be two wild beasts following their hearts.
Be free wolves.
The calamity within Elara was like countless tiny, living tentacles, drilling, prying open the core's stubborn resistance, brutally intruding into its deepest parts, irresistibly branding Elara's mark, her genes, her bloodline onto the core's most essential structure.
The core's cold barriers were softened and deford by her scorching energy, as if silently lting, surrendering.
This was like... like forcibly making Pale's core pregnant with her "seed" in her body's furnace.
That core trembled violently, pulsating, its surface color gradually changing from deathly black to an ominous dark red like mixed blood and ink. Deep within the core, Elara's amber-colored energy glow even began faintly showing through.
It was being completely "contaminated" and "assimilated" from inside out.
Pale's core was captured without resistance before "calamity" and Elara's scorching heat, surrendering, even obsequiously emitting humming resonance.
As if actively catering to and swallowing this forceful infusion.
"Inside... moving so intensely..." Elara murmured absentmindedly, her claws unconsciously scratching at her abdominal skin, leaving red marks. Her amber eyes half-closed, losing focus, churning with pain, intoxication, and masochistic enjoynt.
The process of Pale's core being "defiled" and "reforged" within her gave Elara an unprecedented, twisted sensual stimulation.
She covered her belly, her body slightly writhing, as if enduring so invisible yet pleasant intimacy, or actively grinding and squeezing with her body that forming "sinful bond."
"Mine... all mine..." She rubbed her throbbing lower abdon while looking down at Pale's empty face below, her gaze fervent. "Can you... feel it? Your core... is inside ... getting so hot... so burning... it's beating for ..."
She even had an illusion, as if it wasn't her contaminating the core, but that core was reversely invading and occupying every inch of her senses in a domineering yet sweet way.
This feeling of "conception," this feeling of taking the most important thing into her body and becoming one flesh and blood with it, made her intoxicated and unable to extricate herself.
Elara covered her belly, her eyes filled with possessive pleasure, twisted motherhood, and the most primitive lust.
"Ah~"
"We can be together forever now."
"The world is so big, let's go see it together."
However, just as Elara's satisfaction and sense of control reached its peak...
A cold hand stained with blood, without warning, suddenly pierced through Elara's abdon covered with rough fur from below.
Squelch—!
"Ugh ah!"
Elara let out a heart-rending scream. Intense pain instantly scattered all intoxicated pleasure.
Elara stiffly looked down to see a slender yet terrifyingly powerful arm—Pale's arm—penetrating through her lower abdon.
That hand's five fingers were like claws, firmly gripping sothing... that core that had just been pulsating within her, which she regarded as a "sinful offspring," now turned dark red.
"No!!!" Elara let out a desperate roar, trying to struggle, only to find herself firmly restrained by a cold, massive force!
"My child! Our child! Don't, what are you doing!"
Pale's arm suddenly jerked backward!
Rip!
Accompanied by teeth-aching tearing sounds and Elara's even more miserable screams, that hand forcibly pulled the core from Elara's body, along with broken flesh and tangled calamity energy.
Pale's originally empty, lifeless eyes suddenly blazed with bone-chilling molten gold light, sharp as knives, without any confusion or weakness.
"How is this possible... you clearly..."
Elara looked down in pain and terror. Pale's broken body had sohow slightly raised her head. Though her complexion remained pale, the will in those eyes was terrifyingly firm like ten-thousand-year ice.
"Your 'calamity'... is indeed terrifying," Pale's voice sounded, hoarse yet carrying a chilling calm. "But it cannot isolate... soul-level resonance and calling."
Pale's gaze fell on the dark red core she firmly gripped in her hand.
"You thought... you were contaminating it? You thought... it was surrendering to you?"
Pale's voice carried a trace of extrely faint yet ice-cold mockery that made Elara feel like falling into an ice pit.
"I was just... buying ti. Letting it... feel your internal structure for , pinpointing the precise locations of the other two cores you stole."
And within Elara's body.
One yellow and one pink core were humming and trembling along with the dark magic core in Pale's hand.
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