An Unholy Ecstasy

Valeria's POV

As I parted my lips to speak, his hand slipped between my legs, his touch igniting a fire deep within me.

"Ahh—!"

The sound escaped before I could stop it.

What... was that?

My eyes widened in shock.

Over millions of years, no one—no one—had ever made me sound like that.

Yet here I was, reacting like a mere mortal under his touch.

His emerald gaze locked onto mine, amusement flickering within them as he smirked.

"Let's start in the bathroom first."

I barely had time to process his words before he scooped me up, his hands still working their magic, sending waves of pleasure through me.

By the time we reached the bathroom, my breathing was ragged, my body betraying me in ways I never thought possible.

Then, as he set me down, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Now," he whispered, voice dark with promise. "It's time for the real thing."

"Ahhhhhhh! You mortal—how dare you enter my dungeon without my leave!" I cried out, my voice a mix of outrage and pleasure.

I couldn't believe the audacity of this man. After millions of years, no one had ever assumed such authority over me.

He spun me around, his eyes raking over my exposed form, and remarked with a devilish grin, "Such an irresistible back you have, Valeria. You are truly magnificent."

How dare he utter my name so intimately while his movements claimed me? This mortal…

Before I could protest, his pace quickened. "Aahhh!" I moaned as his touch grew bolder.

I, the Queen of Titans, was now surrendering to unholy sounds stirred by this mortal's desire.

He lifted my arms slightly and began to trace gentle, teasing circles along my armpit. "You bastard, what are you doing?" I exclaimed in a mix of shock and unexpected delight.

With a playful smirk, he murmured, "Well, you are to blame for being utterly irresistible." Then he pulled me closer, our bodies colliding—my back pressed firmly against his sculpted chest and abs.

"Want me to go harder, Valeria?" he whispered provocatively.

Even as he had me at his mercy, treating me like a mere mortal woman, I found my pride melting away. "Do your worst, mortal!"

I challenged, though my voice trembled with anticipation as he planted a series of soft, electrifying kisses on my neck.

"Ahhh!" I gasped, feeling an electric thrill course through me.

Damn you, Samuel Gebb—you are making me feel pleasures that none have ever given me before!

I moaned louder, the overwhelming ecstasy carrying me toward a climax I had long been denied. In that moment, I realized that this mortal had accomplished something truly extraordinary—awakening a desire in me that even the most powerful Titans had failed to satisfy.

And worse… I found that I wanted more.

Valeria's POV – A Titan Queen's Unbridled Ecstasy

The darkened chamber pulsed with the raw energy of our passion, the only light coming from the flickering torches along the ancient stone walls.

I felt every beat of my heart pounding in sync with Samuel's relentless rhythm—a rhythm so fierce that it blurred the line between mortal desire and divine ecstasy.

I arched my back as his powerful thrusts drove me to the brink again and again. His touch, his force, left me gasping with each wave of release. I could hardly form a coherent thought through the haze of pleasure that enveloped me.

Every sensation was magnified: the heated press of his body against mine, the rough pressure of his hands as they roamed my skin, and the undeniable, earth-shattering intensity of his kisses.

"Valeria," he rasped between his deep, commanding moans, his voice low and urgent as he whispered in my ear. "Do you want more?"

I could only manage a trembling reply, "Yes... more, Samuel, I want—" My words were cut off as his pace quickened, sending shudders through me that echoed in every fiber of my being.

My mind, normally so regal and controlled, was now a maelstrom of desire. I could feel my will crumbling, my ancient defenses melting away under the heat of his assault. "Ahhh!" I cried out, a sound so raw and primal that even the centuries-old echoes of my past were silenced by it.

Between ragged breaths, I managed to laugh—a short, breathless sound. "You… you are insufferably mortal,"

I gasped, half in awe, half in chiding, as his hands moved with an urgency that made me forget all restraint. "How dare you—how dare you make me feel like this?"

He paused for a moment, his eyes glistening with mischief as he whispered, "Because I have claimed every part of you, Valeria. I am here to break your chains."

His voice was a promise, a challenge, and a caress all at once.

I shivered as his hands continued their work, their touch igniting sparks along my skin. "Samuel, you… you have no idea how long it's been since I've been touched like this."

My tone was husky, laden with both longing and disbelief. "For millennia, I have ruled with a cold, unyielding power. No Titan, no celestial—none have ever satisfied me. And now… you, a mortal, have done the unthinkable."

He grinned, his breath warm and intoxicating against my ear. "I told you, my Queen. I'm not like the rest. I'm here to show you that even a Titan can be tamed by a mortal's passion."

My voice broke as I responded, "Then… do it harder, Samuel. Show me that you can truly conquer every desire I have." I could feel my pulse racing, my ancient power and my human passion entwining in a dizzying dance.

Without another word, he moved with renewed urgency. His strong arms pulled me closer until there was no space between us, and he began to intensify his movements.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. I felt as if my very soul was being set aflame by the force of our union—a raw, unfiltered release that I had long denied myself.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I cried, my voice echoing off the stone walls as my body responded uncontrollably. The sensation was overwhelming; every nerve in my body lit up with pleasure, and I lost all sense of time.

In that brutal, carnal moment, the Queen of Titans was reduced to nothing more than a woman—a woman of immense power, yes, but one who was now completely and utterly undone by a mortal's passion.

As our pace quickened further, Samuel's deep voice filled the space between us. "Tell me, Valeria… do you want me rougher, or should I keep the pace gentle?"

His tone was teasing, yet laced with an unmistakable hunger that made my heart pound even harder.

I bit my lip, unable to form a coherent sentence, then managed to gasp out, "Do your worst, Samuel… I want every part of me to feel your strength!"

My words were barely audible over the symphony of our mingled moans and the heavy sounds of our exertion.

His hands, not content with merely driving me to the edge, began exploring further—caressing, teasing—and every touch sent an electric jolt through me.

I could feel the heat rising, my defenses crumbling as the intensity of his actions blurred the boundaries between pain and pleasure.

Between gasps and moans, I managed to chide him playfully, "You bastard… how dare you make me feel this… this mortal pleasure after all these years!"

My voice was thick with both desire and disbelief. Every word, every exclamation, further fueled the fire that was Samuel's onslaught.

He paused briefly, his eyes locking onto mine with a look that was both tender and challenging. "Valeria," he murmured softly, "I want you to surrender completely. Let go of the power, let go of your pride. Tonight, I am yours, and you are mine."

I shuddered, feeling a tear threaten to escape—not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of the moment. "I… I've waited for this," I whispered, voice trembling. "For so long, I've denied myself the simple joy of being vulnerable."

His lips found my neck again, and he whispered, "Then show me, my Queen. Show me that you can truly let go."

In that moment, I felt as if every barrier I had built over centuries crumbled away. I surrendered to the moment, to the mortal who dared to awaken desires in me that I had long kept buried beneath layers of Titan authority.

My moans grew louder, mingling with his husky encouragement. The world around us faded into a blur of passion and sensation.

"Ahhh, I'm… I'm losing myself," I cried, my voice rising in a crescendo of pleasure. "Samuel, you're… you're making me feel things I never thought possible!"

He leaned in, his voice low and commanding. "Then let go, Valeria. Let yourself be undone by this moment. I want every ounce of you, every part of your being."

I closed my eyes, surrendering to his touch as waves of ecstasy washed over me. Every thrust, every caress, drove me deeper into a realm of unbridled passion—a place where even a Titan Queen could feel like a mortal, vulnerable, and desperately alive.

As our passion reached its peak, the intensity of our union left me trembling, my body convulsing with release.

I felt as if the very foundations of my ancient power were crumbling, replaced by a raw, primal sensation that had me crying out in pleasure.

"Samuel… I—" I began, voice breaking with the force of it all.

He interrupted me, his tone teasing yet reverent, "I told you, my Queen, that I would leave you wanting more. Now, is that enough?"

In the afterglow, as we lay tangled together in the soft warmth of the newly undressed chamber, I could barely breathe. The world outside might have been filled with ancient power and dominion, but here, in that stolen moment of intimacy, I was simply Valeria—no longer the untouchable Titan Queen, but a woman utterly satisfied, yet insatiable for more.

And in that delicate balance between strength and surrender, I found a fleeting, forbidden happiness.