Nyxara expected her lord to take her right there.
His ferocious and sudden movent sent chills down her spine as she gasped, pinned down, her excitent grew, yet nothing happened... instead, he remained frozen, staring at her.
’W-What’s wrong!?’
Ti stood still, for one second, then another... that’s when his body exploded with pure mana, enough to destroy the bed, and slam her against the ground with the weight of a mountain on her chest.
"Hmph!" She clenched her jaw, pushing back the force with all her might, but she failed, and the pressure overwheld her.
"Master!?"
Leonhardt’s eyes looked strange, blood poured down his cheeks, and he fell against her chest. She could feel the searing heat of his flesh, enough to make water sizzle, the relentless beating of his heart and the disturbed breathing as he gasped for air.
Mana driven out of control, like a child trying to use a firehose to wash his hands.
It erupted from his body without direction or purpose, and the feeling of pure magic flowing into her felt strange to Nyxara as if Leonhardt was filling her with liquid energy; it didn’t cause harm or pain, but stimulated every nerve ending.
’Damn it, I can’t move!’
She felt his presence more than ever... but her face beca dark with sha, her body leaking, a stream of thick nectar flowed out, and she felt her body heating up.
"Leonhardt~"
He grabbed her chest, groping and squeezing her modest breasts, the soft brown flesh sucked into his mouth as his lips wrapped around her erect nub, an act of lust yet different from before, each touch or movent flooded her with Leonhardt’s unique mana, enriching her body and mind from the cellular level.
’Sothings... coming!?’
Nyxara couldn’t control the sexual pleasure that ca from the mana curling and wrapping her nerve endings, pleasure beca pain, pleasure beca euphoria, and because of this, she couldn’t notice the subtle changes in her existence...
A small mark appeared on her forehead before growing... a small erald gemstone shaped like a diamond as if glued to her skin, yet the mont it appeared.
Her body started devouring the wind elental mana in the room and Leonhasrdt’s body like a hungry child that hadn’t eaten for months.
’It feels so good... please give more... Make forget everything!’
[Shouldn’t we stop them?]
(Huh? Why should we stop... when the dark elf is having such fun... evolving and cumming at the sa ti, tsk... why are dragons born as the pinnicle of lifeform?)
[....]
Ifirit and Dravanna sat on a small cupboard watching as Leonhardt’s lips and teeth sank into Nyxara’s body, the amount of mana flooding out of his body was enough to stabilise them in their fairy forms.
(At this rate, one of us should be able to exist in a humanoid form... though we’d be weaker than usual. It might be fun.)
[...]
Ifrit didn’t answer the dark dragon because her only focus was Leonhardt, his body in her eyes like a glowing beacon, or torch of nothing but mana... pure and unstained.
(What... has our virgin fla fallen in love?)
Dravanna’s teasing voice made Ifrit’s shoulders jerk. Still, her eyes watched his changes... the imperfect Djinn bloodline inside him burned hotter, and incinerated the incomplete and imperfect parts... using the demonic incubus bloodline and the magical bloodline of a Fae to bind them together....
[Mm...]
She couldn’t deny it... this mont was beautiful, seeing his body growing, evolving, gaining strength.
(You’re drooling.)
Dravanna leaned close, tapping Ifrit’s chin with her tiny claws and closing her mouth.
[Be quiet... this is his mont... the world eater core, his incubus core... although he fused with them before, they are becoming a part of him. A genuine part of him!]
It wasn’t like Dravanna didn’t notice... the core in his abdon in the past followed his actions and desires, but it was more like placing tape over a hole. But the mont this change started, the mana stored inside the core flooded Leonhardt’s body, from his bones, cells, blood, muscles and skin...
His forehead blood with a beautiful red marking, five glistening lines shaped in a flower pattern, each with a different colour and elent.
Red - Fire
Blue - Water
Green - Wind
Gold - Earth
Black - Darkness
Swoosh!
A beautiful yet ethereal pair of wings fluttered from his bare back, like a fairy but created with pure magic and... with the properties of the world eater core they devoured magic from the air like a vaccum sucking it into Leonhardt’s body.
[Amazing...]
(True, this might surpass a dragon’s horn when using his wings and those strange gemstones on his forehead.)
Even Dravanna stopped playing around, her golden eyes watching as the dark elf and chimaera engaged in bestial acts, neither of them fully awake anymore.
The pair submitted to their honest desires as his hips pressed against hers with the slight clap of cheeks each ti the dark elf’s voice twisted in a lody of ecstasy.
(They’re going at it...)
Although it was sex, sothing was different about it; neither party could resist or stop. They were drunk on the mana and euphoria from it, and the pleasure was nothing but an after-effect.
[It’s ending... We are witnessing the birth of a brand new race. Do not blink. Do not look away, Dravanna!]
Ifrit’s voice was commanding and filled with pride. Her eyes glistened like jewels in the night.
(Hehe... he’s truly a fascinating creature, this boy.)
Dravanna chuckled, nodding in agreent as the two origins held hands and let the mana from their bodies flow towards the couple. If the natural mana was a wisp, theirs was a thick ink blot.
Leonhardt and Nyxara couldn’t sense them, but Ifrit and Dravanna could feel it...
The mont the dark and wind elental mana touched the dark elf, she absorbed it through the gemstone in her forehead and her legs spread apart, his pelvis pressed against hers as she shuddered and climaxed...
It wasn’t an ordinary orgasm...
A bright light blood in the room as his wings absorbed the mana from Ifrit and Dravanna, and then Leonhardt climaxed. Yet not a single drop of fluid touched the dark elf. Instead, it vanished, and the mana he released flowed directly into her body.
As if the catalyst for her awakening.
[Oh?]
(Sister, can you also feel it?)
The tremble of Leonhardt’s Soul Chamber and the birth of a second race... not just Leonhardt but the dark elf Nyxara accepted him to a level that shocked even the two origins.
(I will help her... since she is a creature of darkness. Let my blessing soothe her passing.)
Eight small wings flapped in the air as Dravanna acted serious for a change, her eyes trailing over Leonhardt’s nude body before she sat beside the convulsing elf and pressed her small forehead against the beautiful erald gemstone.
(Hmmmmm...)
Her wings glowed brightly as a surge of mana passed through her tiny body into Nyxara, and when it did, the dark elf’s spasming cald down.
(There... It’s done.)
Dravanna appeared smaller than before, but it wasn’t much of a concern.
She looked up at Leonhardt, kneeling between the unconscious dark elf’s thighs, his thing more than twice the size of the small dragoness, bouncing with a thick white fluid dripping onto the ground.
He panted slowly, as the magical wings behind him faded, and his glowing eyes closed... all that remained was a tattoo on his forehead, the five coloured lines now slowly draining mana from the air at a slower rate.
(The gemstones seem to be magical too... interesting)
While watching the two people, Dravanna returned to the cupboard with Ifrit; their changes were subtle yet significant to the eyes that understood the world.
[His skin is darker... like a tanned hunk!]
(You are crazy about him, huh... well, thank god he’s hung.)
All the mana pathways inside the pair’s bodies beca unblocked and widened, channelling mana with a fraction of the effort.
Nyxara benefited the most; dark elves struggled to use mana due to their heritage, and combat was their only thod of survival. There was no ti to train, ditate, and so their mana pathways beca narrow and suited to small bursts of magic.
Now... she was a completely different existence.
[What do you think his new race should be called, as his guides and origins... shouldn’t we write it down in the annals?]
(You just want to put your na on him... perverted old woman—ack!? Don’t bite !)
The fairies fought each other for several monts before the dragon tapped out from an aggressive tail lock.
(You win! Tsk...)
[A magical being created with the Djinn at its base... with the charm and seductive darkness of an incubus, the cheeky nature of a Fae... I will give your fused race a na.]
The System panel opened, showing Leonhardt’s status in administrator mode.
Race: Chimaera
Secondary Race: Black Dragon, Arachne, (Djinn, Fae, Incubus) --> Majin
Ifrit nad his new race: Majin.
A magical being with a body able to destroy n.
And overwhelm won in another sense.
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