Embrace under a lightless flame...

Note: The chapter is still very much adult-themed.

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Rena chanted in a language incomprehensible to all except those of the Northflame bloodline. Even then, understanding her words required a certain standing within the bloodline, a sort of resonance with the Northernflame—an attunement to mysteries beyond mortal grasp.

Her voice seemed to pull at something unseen, stirring a distant sloshing sound. Soon, dull Aether began flowing into the crucible beneath them, surrounding their entwined bodies like ethereal waters.

The air grew thick with a mysterious energy, setting a mood both subtle and intoxicating. The pooling Aether did not dampen their burning desires; instead, it fanned the flames, intensifying the passion that had been ignited between them.

Rena's body trembled as Romeon's large fingers moved deep within her folds, teasing and coaxing sensations she had never known. The way he worked her cunt expertly made her question whether he truly was virgin. The pleasure was overwhelming, yet she embraced it with no fear—fear was a word that held no meaning to her.

And for a fleeting moment she wondered if it was blasphemous to indulge carnal desires and such intimacy upon the altar of their god.

But the thought only heightened her excitement, as she wondered whether he was maybe watching their moment of intimacy just as the monsters above were forced into audience....

Ahh, the bliss...

This ritual had been ordained from the very beginning. There was no sin in what they were doing.

Abandoning all hesitation, she subtly rocked her hips against his fingers, grinding backwards, silently urging him to delve even deeper.

Yet, even as she lost herself in pleasure, her chanting never faltered. The ancient scriots laced into her grey skin pulsed with an eerie glow, growing ever more vibrant. It was as though they yearned to shine brighter, but something still held their full radience at bay.

As her voice reached a fevered pitch, the Aether around them thickened, its movement ceasing entirely. A strange, floral scent filled the air, further stoking the flames of desire that had been simmering for years—since the day Romeon was first brought to her.

She still remembered him at sixteen—just a boy. But now, five years have gone by, and he had grown into a man she could never stop thinking about.

And now they were about to become one.

How could she not be thrilled?

The swirling Aether took on the color of her eyes, and for a brief moment, nostalgia flickered within her.

Then, out of nowhere, she arched her back so shaprly that Romeon, in his dazed state, thought she might just snap.

His breath caught as her delicate fingers wrapped around his rigid length, gripping it with more force than he would have expected. Doesn't she know how to be gentle? Romeon thought.

The initial sting of discomfort faded, replaced by a sliver of ecstasy.

Rena ran her fingers along his cock, measuring its length from base to tip, her touch slow and deliberate.

Satisfied, she lifted her body; her ample curves jiggled slightly as she moved. The sight was mesmerizing.

Wither her other hand, she seized the fingers buried deep within her folds that never stopped exploring her moist insides and pulled them free. 

She shuddered at the sensation.

Seeking to be filled by something far more...

She raised her hips as she positioned herself over his throbbing length.

Their eyes met.

Romeon stared into the lifeless grey of her eyes, and what he saw made his cock twitch violently in her grasp.

Beneath that hollow color burned the mind of a woman consumed by raw passion.

REna gazed back into his golden pupils and saw something else entirely-

A desire to conquer.

To ravage.

To shatter her arrogance and claim her as his.

But if he thought that one night of passion would be enough to break her, he was mistaken.

But that did not stop her from lowering herself onto him.

Slowly, she slid down.

Pain exploded in her abdomen as her hymen tore fiercely apart, unrelenting rupture.

CRASHH~

A resounding echoed through the cathedral and the depths of their soul.

Romeon instinctively wrapped his arms around her, holding her trembling body against his chest as though afraid she might break.

Her breathing was unsteady, but soon, soft moans filled the air, making him forget she had ever been in pain.

Then, without hesitation, he pushed deeper.

She had not taken him fully yet.

He angled his hips, adjusting to penetrate her as deeply as possible.

Then he began to move.

Relentless and almost beastial, he pounded into her pink folds.

Her moistness was a thing for wonder. The sensations drove him crazy as muscle he did not think existed clenched around his cock, seeking to take him deeper.

"Ahhh~"

Rena moaned without restraint, her cries echoing off the cathedral walls.

The moment her virgin blood touched Romeon's cock, a searing heat erupted between them.

A sound like sizzling flesh filled the air.

Romeon threw his head back and let out a guttural roar—both in agony and ecstasy

Ahhh~~ He could no longer distinguish between the two.

Even as his flesh burned, he did not stop. If anything, he thrust faster and harder, forcing himself deeper.

His cock was so thick, so long, that its outline began to press against her toned stomach, stretching her beyond anything she thought possible.

Even when Rena's nails raked across his chest, drawing blood, he did not slow.

Instead, he sank deeper into her haunting grey gaze.

Something unseen gripped him, but he was not possessed.

He was fully aware.

Fully conscious.

And he welcomed it.

Then, as if they had reached the deepest level of unity, something changed.

The glowing scripts on Rena's body shifted, their markings flowing like liquid until they reached Romeon.

They then slithhered across his skin, binding them together, transferring onto him as if he had always been meant to bear them.

From this moment forward, they were one.

Husband and wife.

Then- shuttering.

The sound of breaking glass tore through reality once more.

Romeon's vision went dark, and when it returned, he found himself suspended in a void.

Flames—flames unlike anything he had ever known—roared around him, burning with a brilliance beyond meaning.

Before him stood two massive gates. their origins unknown.

"So these are my Legacy Gates..."

"...hmmm."'

A slow smirk formed on his lips.

"Its about time."

Laughter rang out in the void.

Whether it was triumphant or the mad cackle of something beyond comprehension, there was no telling.

Because in the end there was no difference.

And it would not have mattered either way, for the line between sanity and insanity is one so thin that many do not even realize when they have long crossed over.