A floating island, lush with trees and vibrant vegetation, hovered above an insurmountable abyss, where waterfalls cascaded from the sky toward an infinite blue world. At the center of the island, a succubus with a slender figure, black hair, and seductive red eyes and lips floated in a lotus position.
Beside her, a translucent energy swirled around her body, being absorbed with each breath. Every inhalation caused the island to tremble, expanding with more land and vegetation. The surrounding waterfalls increased their flow, as if fed by a celestial flood.
Her pale skin shimred with a golden light, and her black hair fluttered in the wind. Above her head, an octagonal prism-shaped vessel leaked the golden energy she absorbed. At that mont, the last remnants were being consud.
"Huuuuuuuuuh..." she inhaled deeply, absorbing the final traces of the golden energy.
The strange world shook violently. The waters of the waterfalls exploded, creating a massive cloud of vapor. The island began to emit a golden aura of vitality, causing the plants to grow rapidly and the trees to beco thicker and taller, as if trying to pierce the sky.
Two red eyes opened amidst the expansion. A satisfied smile appeared on her face as she assessed her own condition.
"This... This is insane!!!"
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01:55
"Yes, young master!... Like that... Like that... Don't stop!... Don't stop!..."
I penetrated Hera's anus deeply from behind. I held her thighs, my chest brushing against her back as her legs were raised in front of the mirror. In her vagina, a shimring blue stone vibrated in a frenzied rhythm.
'Now!'
My internal energy accelerated to its maximum, and just like in warrior training, my blood, muscles, testicles, and penis were reinforced. Pleasure exploded from my balls, coinciding with the anal orgasm Hera was experiencing.
"AAAAAGH..." her hoarse voice echoed through the room, her body trembled, drool dripped from her mouth, and her eyes turned completely white as her consciousness faded.
Hera found herself being possessed in front of the large mirror by Glenn, before a final multiple orgasm caused her to faint.
"Damn, this is insane!!!" Glenn cursed.
The sensation of pleasure, when Glenn moved his energy as in warrior training, was amplified.
It wasn't the sa intensity he felt when Dália reached her climax, but it made up for it in quantity.
When Glenn had sex with Dália, he noticed that the violent and strange climax was linked to the number of tis he had ejaculated inside her previously. In recent tis, it took two or three intense sex sessions before Dália reached orgasm.
But with Hera, it was different. The two stimulated each other harmoniously and almost always reached pleasure together. And this happened repeatedly, countless tis, to the point where Hera, at this mont, fainted in his arms for the second ti that night.
Glenn felt his vision blur and his muscles weaken, but he managed to balance himself and lie down on the bed.
His heavy breathing combined with physical exhaustion and the stress of the past few days. His eyes closed, surrendering to a well-deserved rest. A satisfied smile was plastered on his face.
Hera lay on top of him in a comforting embrace, and they both surrendered to a night of soft and warm dreams.
'Interesting, interesting!' Glenn concluded before his consciousness faded.
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11:09
The sound of the door opening didn't wake him. Glenn was now lying alone, sprawled on his large bed, with blankets and pillows scattered on the floor. Since arriving in this world, this might have been the first ti he truly rested without worries or commitnts.
That day, there would be no training, fights, or obligations.
His naked body glowed under the vigorous daylight, revealing the fruits of his hard work over the past few days. Long, black, silky hair, a face more rigid and marked by awakening, and an athletic body, not overly muscular but with visible muscle fibers everywhere. Glenn was on his way to becoming a true fantasy story heartthrob.
Light, hurried footsteps echoed through the room, followed by a quick movent toward Glenn, who was sleeping deeply.
"Whump!"
"Haa... What?!" Glenn grunted, startled, as he was abruptly awakened by the unexpected weight that fell on him.
A soft perfu, with floral and citrus notes, enveloped his senses.
His eyes, still adjusting to reality, noticed long strands of black hair spread over his chest. A delicate nose sniffed his torso, as if searching for sothing.
"Dália?" Glenn murmured, still groggy.
"Young master, I missed you so much!" Dália exclaid, wrapping him in a tight hug.
Glenn hesitated for a mont but soon returned the hug, letting the warmth of the mont dissipate his lethargy. His arms closed around her, and he felt a comfort that only she could bring.
"You sll... different," Dália said, pulling back slightly to look at him, her eyes narrowed with a mix of suspicion and playfulness. "You sll like that treacherous thief. It seems the young master had quite a bit of fun in my absence, didn't he?"
"Ah, Dália, it's not what you're thinking..." Glenn tried, but his words were lost as she moved, sitting on his pelvis and pressing her body lightly against his.
"Dália, how was your advancent?" he asked, trying to steer the conversation away. "You don't look much different."
"It was a success, young master," she replied proudly, straightening up and looking directly into his eyes. "I advanced to the High Champion rank."
"Congratulations!" Glenn exclaid, genuinely happy for her. Without thinking, he extended his arms and pulled her into a warm hug. "That's amazing, Dália!"
"Haa..." she let out a surprised sound but didn't resist. She let herself be embraced, resting her head on his chest. Her fingers traced light circles on Glenn's back, as if wanting to make sure he was really there.
"Did the young master miss ?" Dália asked, her voice soft, almost shy.
"Of course I did," Glenn replied, stroking her hair. "I missed you a lot. Your absence almost killed in the last few battles I had."
"Humpf..." Dália's punch hit Glenn's abdon. "Bad young master, only interested in your maid's magic!"
"Ahahaha," a small laugh escaped Glenn's lips as he continued to hug Dália gently. "I missed you, Dália!"
A shy smile blood on Dália's lips, and she hid her face in his chest, as if trying to disguise the happiness that overflowed. "I heard about your performance in the duels. Congratulations, young master. You're getting stronger and stronger."
"Thank you," Glenn replied, smiling. "But I wouldn't have co this far without you."
"Thank you, Dália!"
A small mont to cherish. Since Glenn arrived in this world, few were the interactions he could consider truly comforting.
In the past month, his relationship with Hera and Dália was the only thing that made him feel free. Although he knew their actions were common in this world, especially considering his original title of consort. But he felt good beside them.
At first, it was a superficial feeling, but with each passing day, it beca more real, tangible, sincere, and comforting.
Dália pulled away from Glenn's warm embrace and got up from the bed, giving him space to change.
"Young master needs to get ready. As soon as I returned, I was inford of your day off, but unfortunately, it won't be as free as you imagine."
"It won't? What happened?" Glenn asked, wrapping the sheets around his waist and getting up.
"There will be a banquet in your honor in three days. It will be a grand event with diplomats from all races."
Glenn frowned, incredulous.
"A banquet? In my honor? Why?"
"It has to do with your results, with you being Master Elian's disciple, and with your title as the Queen's Pawn. All these things need to be properly presented to the world."
"Phew..." Glenn sighed.
"At least they didn't believe the consort story," Glenn comnted.
"I wouldn't trust that too much, young master. I'm sure the Twelve Demon Families are aware of your true title. And if they know, it won't be long before all the races suspect it too."
"Phew... So, what do I have to do?"
"Hahahaha..." a cheerful and spontaneous smile blood on Dália's lips. "Shopping. We're going shopping!"
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