(Celestial Queen's POV)
I floated above the battlefield, my twelve golden wings pulsing with divine radiance as I observed the man before .
Henry Hans.
A mortal—yet not. A warrior—yet sothing more.
I had fought countless beings, gods, celestials, abyssal lords—none had ever entertained the way this one had.
But now?
He intrigued .
Our blades had clashed, and he had matched my speed, my power, my presence.
I had not expected that.
I had not felt this excitent in eons.
I hovered before him, lowering my blade, my golden aura dimming slightly.
A test of strength? He passed.
A test of will? He endured.
But there was one more thing left to judge.
I let my expression soften, a slow smirk forming on my lips as I gazed at him, my golden eyes gleaming with sothing... else.
"You have impressed , Henry Hans."
I stepped forward, my bare feet floating above the celestial platform, closing the distance between us.
"But strength alone is not enough to satisfy ."
I let my fingertips trail along his chest, feeling the raw energy coursing through him, the power barely contained beneath his skin.
He tensed—just slightly—before grinning.
"Oh?" he mused, tilting his head, his golden aura flickering like a storm barely restrained. "And what exactly does Your Majesty find... satisfying?"
I chuckled, circling him slowly, my gaze lingering on his battle-worn form, the way his muscles shifted beneath his celestial-forged armor.
"A warrior who can challenge in battle is rare." I whispered, leaning close to his ear.
Then I pressed my lips near his jaw, letting my breath ghost over his skin.
"A warrior who can challenge elsewhere?" I smirked. "Even rarer."
His golden eyes darkened, his smirk widening as realization dawned on him.
"So that's your next test?" he asked, his voice lower, rougher.
I chuckled, placing a hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly.
"If you pass..." I t his gaze, my wings stretching wide, my golden energy wrapping around us both.
"Then, Henry Hans... you may ask anything of ."
He let out a low chuckle, his fingers brushing against my waist, his touch confident, unafraid.
"Then I guess I'll just have to give it everything I've got."
I smirked.
"Show , warrior."
As the golden light engulfed us, I willed us into my royal chamber, a space untouched by ti—where the heavens themselves bowed to my desires.
The air was thick with divine energy, the walls etched with celestial runes, pulsating with the rhythm of my presence. The very essence of this realm bent to my will.
And yet, standing before —he did not kneel.
His golden eyes road the chamber before settling back on , his smirk still present but his voice curious.
"What's your na?" he asked.
I tilted my head, amused by the question.
"You step into my throne, challenge in battle, and now seek my na?"
He chuckled. "Well, if I'm about to satisfy the Queen of Celestial Beings, I'd like to know what to call you."
I stepped closer, letting my fingers trail against his chest, feeling the raw power contained beneath his form.
"A na holds power, Henry Hans," I murmured. "And only those worthy may speak mine."
His grin widened, his hands now resting lightly on my waist, unafraid, unchallenged by the weight of my divinity.
"Then I'll just have to earn it, won't I?"
I smirked.
"Indeed."
The celestial runes around us glowed brighter, sealing the chamber from all outside forces.
The mont his lips brushed against my neck, a shudder ran through —sothing I had never experienced before.
"Ahh...!"
The sound escaped before I could stop it. My body, a vessel of divine power, one that had remained untouched by pleasure for eons, suddenly betrayed .
And all it took... was a mortal.
But no—Henry Hans was no re man.
His very presence defied my understanding, his touch sent sparks of golden energy dancing across my skin, and the mont his hands trailed down my waist, I knew—
I was already his.
I had taken many to my bed before, celestial warriors, divine beings, kings who had ruled for millennia... but none had ever made feel this.
This excitent. This anticipation.
He moved with absolute confidence, as if he had known for lifetis. His hands were firm, yet gentle, peeling away the layers of my royal gown with reverence, not hesitation.
And when the fabric finally slipped from my body, pooling at my feet, my twelve wings faded into golden light.
I gasped slightly, my hand instinctively reaching out to touch my back. My wings had never vanished before—not unless I willed them to.
Had my own divinity... submitted to him?
Henry stepped back slightly, taking in my fully exposed form, his golden eyes burning with sothing far beyond desire.
Worship.
Not the kind that ca from my subjects. Not the kind that was forced or expected.
No—this was different.
His gaze traced over slowly, like a man studying a masterpiece, morizing every detail.
And then, with a tone so deep and intoxicating, he whispered—
"You are more beautiful than any divine being in existence."
I stilled.
I had been called many things—goddess, queen, ruler of light.
But never... had I been spoken to like this. As a woman.
For the first ti, my celestial strength felt irrelevant. My throne, my kingdom, my power—none of it mattered.
Because in this mont, standing before this man...
I was simply a woman experiencing sothing for the first ti.
His hands found my waist again, pulling closer, his breath warming my skin.
I t his gaze, my pulse racing. "Henry..."
He smirked slightly, his fingers brushing against my cheek, his voice filled with wicked amusent.
"So, Celestial Queen..." he murmured, pressing his lips just below my ear, making my breath hitch.
"Tell —did I pass your test?"
I swallowed hard, my body already responding to him in ways I couldn't control.
"You..." I exhaled, gripping his shoulders.
"You are the first man to ever make feel this way."
His smirk deepened.
"Good."
And as he pulled into him, his hands claiming , his presence overwhelming mine, I knew—
Tonight, I would break my own rules.
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