Fully merge

The previous chapter will be explain more in depth at later chapters elaborating more on his power, the pregnant women, his degrading morality, the new powerful woman and of course smut.

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What I didn't tell her—what I couldn't tell her—was the true nature of the formula. It wasn't just a product of science; it was a product of me. My essence, enhanced and refined by the ring's power, had become something extraordinary. It smelled like heaven, tasted like ambrosia, and had healing properties that bordered on miraculous. But it was also designed to be addictive, especially to women and men with low sperm counts. It was a weapon, a tool, and a trap—all in one.

And I was the one holding the strings.

As I left her office, a contract in hand and a smile on my lips, I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. I was no longer just a man; I was a force of nature, a being of power and ambition. The ring had changed me, yes, but it had also revealed who I truly was. I was no longer bound by morality or empathy. I was driven by logic, by ambition, by the desire to be more.

And if that meant manipulating others, so be it. Their lives were insignificant compared to my goals. As long as they served my purpose, they were useful. And if they didn't… well, they were expendable.

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It's been two weeks—two weeks of relentless discovery, of pushing the limits of my newfound abilities, and of meeting women who could further my ambitions. But amidst the chaos, there was one constant: the growing connection to Ser Alec. At first, it was just snippets of thought, fleeting images that flashed through my mind like fragments of a dream. But now, it was more. Much more.

I could feel his memories as if they were my own. His triumphs, his failures, his pain—it all flowed into me, shaping me in ways I couldn't fully understand. One memory, in particular, haunted me: Tabitha, the woman he had loved but lost. She had married another man before Ser Alec could confess his feelings, and the pain of that loss still lingered in his heart. Even now, as I meditated, I could feel the ache of that memory, a dull throb that refused to fade.

"Hah," I muttered, shaking my head. It was strange, feeling the pain of a love that wasn't mine. But then again, nothing about this connection was normal. I was becoming more like him—more driven, more ruthless, more… alive. And yet, I couldn't help but wonder: why was I the only one being influenced? Why wasn't Ser Alec feeling my thoughts, my memories, my desires? Was it because I owned the ring? Or did the ring own me?

From Ser Alec's thoughts, I knew he had faced many dangers on his journey. One of the most persistent were the harpies—humanoid bird monsters with a penchant for shiny objects. They had harassed him relentlessly, drawn to the gleam of his armor and the glint of his sword. I could feel his frustration, his exhaustion, as he fought them off time and time again. But there was also a grudging respect. The harpies were cunning, relentless, and fiercely protective of their territory. They were a force to be reckoned with.

I couldn't help but smile at the thought. If Ser Alec could handle harpies, then I could handle anything. After all, I had the ring. I had the power. And I was just getting started.

As I sat there, meditating, I could feel Ser Alec's influence growing stronger. His memories, his emotions, his desires—they were becoming a part of me, shaping me in ways I couldn't fully understand. But I didn't fight it. No, I embraced it. Because the truth was, I liked who I was becoming. I was stronger, smarter, more confident. I was no longer the weak, pathetic man I had once been. I was something more. Something greater.

And yet, there was a part of me that wondered: was this really me? Or was I just a reflection of Ser Alec, a puppet dancing to the tune of his memories? I didn't know. And honestly, I didn't care. Because the truth was, I didn't want to go back. I didn't want to be that weak, pathetic man again. I wanted to be this—this powerful, ambitious, ruthless version of myself. And if that meant embracing Ser Alec's memories, his pain, his desires, then so be it.

As I stood and walked to the mirror, I couldn't help but smile at the man staring back at me. He was strong, confident, and utterly ruthless. He was everything I had ever wanted to be. And he was just getting started.

Alec indeed met Sehocha again, and I've got to say, she really does have a hold on us—a force of nature with her serpentine eyes and full bosom, her every movement a testament to her otherworldly allure. Those captivating curves, the way her scales shimmered in the firelight, the way her voice carried both authority and a sultry undertone—it was impossible to look away, impossible to resist.

I felt it as Sehocha made him service her with his mouth. The sensations were vivid, almost tangible, as if I were there with him, kneeling before her. I could almost taste her golden juice, the sweetness of it mingling with the heat of her body. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and yet there was a strange beauty to it, a raw intimacy that transcended the physical.

As their encounter unfolded, I caught snippets of their conversation. Alec's inner struggle was palpable, his morality warring with his desire. He was frustrated, his need for relief unfulfilled as Sehocha teased and taunted him, her laughter a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. She was in control, and she knew it. Every word, every touch, was calculated to keep him on edge, to remind him of his place.

The next day, after keeping up with Ser Alec and Sehocha's conversation—and their one-sided passion—I wasn't at all tired, despite staying up all night. Since I got my enhancement, I've noticed my stamina has increased dramatically. I could stay awake for three nights without sleep, and I feel I could go even longer in the future. It's as if my body is adapting, evolving, to keep up with the demands of the ring.

But it's not just my body that's changing. My mind is too. I'm syncing with Ser Alec's thoughts more and more, to the point where it feels less like a connection and more like a merging. I've thought hard about it—how and why I'm merging with another person. Why him? It all boils down to the ring. I'm the one in possession of it, which makes me the dominant consciousness in this strange bond. But Ser Alec isn't just any man. He's a knight, with an above-average will and a moral compass that's hard to ignore. That's why his thoughts and values are influencing me, seeping into my mind like ink on paper.

I can feel it—our merge. It won't be long now...and we could finally be one. But it seems we're missing a final push, a criteria to complete the process. I don't know what it is yet, but I have a feeling it's tied to his desires, his lustful disposition. He's close, so close, to achieving it. And from the way he's been acting, the way he's been drawn to Sehocha, I think it's only a matter of time before he takes that final step.

Hearing Ser Alec story on his love life—his first love to be precise, he recalled losing his virginity to a Lord's wife when he was just a squire. The lady had been a great instructor and Alec had been an

eager student. By the time his knighthood was official, she had molded him into a capable

lover. A skill that sadly, he hadn't used much since he had struck out on his on—a lord's wife was his first.....then dragoness was also his, no wonder! he has always be drawn to powerful women—both beast and human, he has always wanted to take the forbidden un-taken, dominate the dominant and give the un-given.

Sehocha has always been an enigma to him—her desire, her quest...he has always wondered, why did she choose him? why did she mate with him?. Although she had given vague reasons, i find myself not believing but rather she seems to say part truth, now hearing her statement,

"Well, I would like you to myself, but I imagine that will be too hard of a rule to keep"

Alec looked for meanings in her words—i looked for meaning in her words 'what or whose rule to keep' i ponder on her words 'what could be keeping a female dragon on a rule restraint' . Was she hinting at something? A dragon and a human in love—is she being told what to do by someone. He gave a huff of dismissal, but part of him wondered