Smoke drifted around him as he walked through the charred remains of an ancient forest, each step turning cinders to dust. Auron felt the weight of power with every breath, every motion. He was no longer a man—he was a storm wrapped in flesh.
He glanced at his hands—cloaked in thin divine lines, glowing gold. The system whispered silently.
[You possess all skill trees.]
[You are immune to pain.]
[You radiate Sovereign's Aura: Females within proximity experience heightened attraction, submission, and desire.]
He smirked. Well. That's convenient.
The landscape ahead cracked with energy, a red fog shimmering between the broken trees. Suddenly, a roar echoed—deep, ancient, feminine.
She emerged from flame and shadow like a vengeful goddess.
Red hair like wildfire. Armor like molten obsidian molded to her curves. Golden eyes that glowed with rage and… curiosity.
She pointed a gleaming, flame-wreathed sword at him. "Who dares trespass in the Scorched Valley of Kharon?"
Auron tilted his head, unbothered. "Trespass? I crashed here. Technically, the ground trespassed against me."
"You mock me?" Her voice shook with anger.
"No." His voice was low. Commanding. "I own you."
Her eyes widened—just for a moment. The sword trembled.
[Target Detected: Seraphine Draxion, Flame-Blooded Princess of Kharon]
[Fate Thread Identified: Lust | Power | Obedience]
[Sovereign Aura Effect: Active]
[Desire: 32%... 41%... 52%...]
She clenched her fists, biting back a gasp. "What… what spell is this…?"
He took a step forward. "No spell. Just fate."
She stepped back instinctively, bumping into a scorched tree.
"Stay back!" she growled.
Auron smiled. "Or what? You'll burn me?"
His hand rose—open, confident. A surge of heat exploded from her blade. She lunged.
He caught her wrist effortlessly.
Then twisted.
In a single motion, he spun her into the tree, her back against the bark, her sword arm locked above her.
Her body pressed tight to his, armor hot and trembling.
Her lips parted.
[Flame Princess Seraphine's Willpower Check: Failed]
[Lust: 79%]
[Loyalty Bond Initiation Available]
"You're strong," she whispered, breathless.
"I'm inevitable."
"Take me then. If you're worthy."
Erotic Scene: Claiming the Flame
Auron crushed his mouth to hers.
It was not gentle. It was not soft.
It was dominance. Pure and searing.
Seraphine moaned into him as he ripped the straps of her armor loose with magical force. Her skin steamed in the cool air—her body radiating unnatural heat, her curves slick with sweat and desire.
She bit his lip. Hard. "Make me yours."
"Already did," he growled.
His hands explored her bare flesh, fingers glowing as they traced symbols of ancient magic across her hips and stomach. She writhed, mewling like a beast, fire licking around her ankles.
He pressed her against the tree, entering her in a single, brutal motion.
She screamed—not in pain, but in release.
The bark caught fire. The air exploded.
Their bodies moved like spells being cast—feral, rhythmic, eternal.
Every thrust brought another surge of power into her. Her eyes glazed. Her legs shook. Her heart burned.
And then she shattered in his arms—body seizing, voice echoing across the valley as she screamed his name.
[Seraphine has submitted to Sovereign Bond]
[Loyalty: 100%]
[First Flame Claimed]
She collapsed into him, gasping, smiling. "You… you broke me."
"No," he whispered. "I forged you."
She knelt before him, sweat and soot streaking her skin.
"What now, my King?"
He turned his eyes to the horizon, where cities burned and queens ruled.
"Now, Seraphine… we conquer."