As you gazed upon the vast, untouched grasslands stretching endlessly before you, the wind carried the distant cries of roaming beasts.
This land was pure, untamed, waiting to be conquered—and you would be the one to do it.
With Attila by your side, the woman who founded the Hun Empire, you would forge an empire greater than any before.
She would ride, unstoppable, her horse galloping across the world, planting the Hun banners in every corner of the earth.
And you? You would rule from the shadows, pulling the strings while she led the charge.
Just as Sefar had once razed entire civilizations to the ground, ripping apart gods like playthings, forcing even Crimson Moon to flee and making the Counter Force shit itself in fear—this land would witness a new unstoppable force.
This land wouldn't just be your future kingdom.
It would be ours.
You stood at the edge of the horizon, eyes locked onto the endless expanse before you.
Without a word, you summoned your shadows, dark tendrils slithering across the land like living creatures, stretching in every direction, seeking out the natives of this place—future subjects to be claimed, molded, and ruled.
And your shadows did not disappoint.
From beyond the hills, they came—tribal men and women, warriors hardened by nature, untouched by civilization's weakness.
Their eyes widened as they felt your presence, as if something primal inside them recognized true power.
They marched toward you, unbidden, their feet moving before their minds could process why.
Then, without a single word, they knelt.
Every last one of them.
They knelt before you. Before Attila.
Without hesitation, without doubt, without question.
They already knew.
Their world was about to change forever.
"Rise."
Your voice was deep, authoritative—undeniable. With a simple motion of your hand, you commanded them to stand.
They obeyed without hesitation, lifting themselves from their kneeling positions, their eyes filled with reverence. Even your shadows—loyal, silent, ever-present—made no effort to hide from them. There was no need. These people would soon become part of your empire, Attila's empire. There was no reason for secrecy anymore.
"Lead the way to your camp."
Without a word, they turned and guided you and Attila through the terrain, taking you to their camp where you would spend the night.
For them, this was a time of rest. A chance to recuperate, to gather strength for whatever came next.
But for you and Atilla?
Yeah, rest was the last thing on your minds.
Because before you stood something far more enticing.
A woman—young, beautiful, her eyes filled with trust, with naivety, with that soft, blank stare of someone untouched, someone ripe for molding.
So many emotions swirled in those wide, innocent eyes. So many things you could twist, shape, bend to your will.
And tonight?
She would learn exactly what it meant to belong to you.
You locked eyes with Atilla, desire burning in your gaze.
"Let's begin our lesson again, Atilla."
Your voice dripped with anticipation as your eyes roamed over her barely-there dress, the way it clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Her exposed skin gleamed under the dim light, tempting, inviting.
But she didn't look away. She didn't avert her gaze or shrink under your stare. Instead, she met your eyes with something new, something unspoken, something she herself didn't understand—but you did.
It was longing.
Longing to be yours.
Your cock sprang free once again, thick and aching. This time, she didn't wait to be told.
Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees before you, her breath hot against your shaft as she stared at it with open curiosity, anticipation, and something even deeper—hunger.
"Should I use my hands again?" she asked, reaching out, fingertips barely brushing against your throbbing length.
As much as that wasn't part of your plan, you let her touch it. Her soft, delicate fingers wrapped around you, her warmth sending a shiver of pleasure up your spine.
But you wanted more.
You wanted everything.
Shaking your head, you cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet your gaze.
"No," you commanded, your voice low and firm. "This time, we'll use your mouth. I want you to swallow it."
Atilla blinked, then parted her lips, obediently opening her mouth wide. The sight alone nearly made you groan.
"Like this?" she asked, her breath ghosting over your sensitive skin.
A smirk curled on your lips. "Good… you're learning."
Your fingers threaded through her silky white hair, a silent reward for her obedience.
"Use your tongue more," you murmured. "And keep your lips over your teeth."
She followed your guidance, her tongue lapping at the head, her lips wrapping around you with growing confidence. Wet heat enveloped you as she took you deeper, her movements slow at first, cautious—but she was learning, adapting with every motion.
"Fuck… good. You're getting better at this, Atilla."
Her pace quickened, her tongue swirling, her saliva coating your cock, making each movement smoother, slicker. The obscene, wet sounds of her eager sucking filled the camp, echoing in the silence of the night.
She didn't need more instructions.
Once she sensed your pleasure, once she saw the way your breathing grew heavier, the way your grip on her hair tightened—she took it upon herself to go faster.
She bobbed her head, taking you deeper, her throat tightening around you as she pushed herself further without hesitation. No fear. No resistance. Only desire to please.
Your pleasure built, heat coiling in your core, your body tensing as you reached the edge.
Without warning, you pressed her head down, holding her in place as you spilled yourself deep down her throat. She choked slightly, her throat contracting around you as she gagged, but she didn't pull away.
She took it.
All of it.
Thick, hot spurts filled her mouth, and as she instinctively started to pull back, you stopped her.
"Take it, Atilla. I want you to swallow it all."
Her throat bobbed, hesitation flickering in her gaze as she struggled against the overwhelming amount. A part of her wanted to spit it out, but when her eyes met yours—possessive, commanding, burning with expectation—she understood.
You wanted all of it inside her.
She swallowed.
Every last drop.
Satisfied with her devotion, you ran your fingers through her hair, stroking it gently as you praised her.
"Good girl."
Atilla looked up at you, curiosity flickering in her usually unreadable eyes. "Will we do a lot more of this in the future, Ashborn?"
You smirked, not answering right away.
Instead, you asked, "Did you like it?"
She nodded eagerly, her excitement barely contained.
"Then, yeah," you said with a satisfied chuckle. "We'll be doing a lot more of it."
With that, you laid back on the mattress, stretching out before patting the space beside you in invitation.
She mimicked your movement, settling down next to you, but after that—she hesitated, unsure what to do next.
"Close your eyes and hold me," you murmured. "You'll feel a lot better."
Without questioning, she leaned in, pressing herself against you, her body warm and soft.
You could feel every inch of her, her bare skin molding against yours, her breath slow and steady.
And despite everything—despite the way she had just given herself completely to you—there was something strangely innocent about the way she clung to you now.
A quiet moment passed.
Then, in a soft voice, she whispered, "Thank you for teaching me so many things, Ashborn. I really do feel better now… just like you said."
And then—for the first time—you saw her smile.
Not just the ghost of an expression, not the empty gaze she usually carried.
A real, genuine smile—a rare, fleeting thing on her usually emotionless face.
And, it was worth it.
As fucked up as it was, considering the only thing you had taught her so far was sex…
But if she was happy, why not?
Who knew what would happen when she regained her memories as Sefar?
Who knew what she'd think of all this once she remembered who she truly was?
That was a problem for future you to deal with.
Right now, all that mattered was the present—the feeling of her warm body curled up beside you, her breathing soft and even as she drifted into sleep.
And with that thought, you closed your eyes, pulling her just a little closer.
Because for now—just for now—you wanted to enjoy this peaceful night with her sleeping soundly at your side.
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Question: Should I continue this fic? I'm not sure if anyone is still reading it after my long hiatus. Don't forget to leave a review and powerstones—let me know if you're still reading this story, so I'll be motivated to continue it.