Alex awakens with a dark power and saves Lyra, but his salvation comes at a price: loyalty and submission to a game of domination and desire that challenges his limits.
Alex opened his eyes slowly, the dawn light filtering through the cracks in the rocks around him. The cold mountain air reminded him that he wasn't in his usual bed. He sat up with a grunt, his body numb from the hard ground. "Where is my golden time traveler's finger?" he murmured, his voice echoing in the silence of the mountain. His hands instinctively searched for his ring, but found only bare skin. A chill ran down his spine, not only from the cold, but from the strange feeling of loss.
Suddenly, a golden light flickered on his index finger, as if responding to his call. The system, that power that had accompanied him on countless journeys through time, activated. A deep, resonant voice filled his mind: "Invincible dominion granted. Expansion only through the elimination of enemies." Alex smiled, a cold, calculating smile. He knew what he had to do.
He stood up, his gaze scanning the horizon. He wasn't alone. In the distance, he heard screams. He crept closer, his body moving with the grace of someone who had lived a thousand lives. In a clearing, he found a woman fighting a group of bandits. Her black hair whipped around in the wind as she dodged blows, but it was clear she wouldn't last much longer.
Alex didn't hesitate. With a swift movement, he pulled a knife from his boot and launched an attack. The bandits had no time to react. One by one, they fell beneath his blade, their inert bodies lying motionless on the ground. The woman, panting, looked at him with a mixture of fear and gratitude.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"Someone who can protect you," Alex replied, his tone calm but firm. "But in return, I need your loyalty."
She nodded without hesitation. "Whatever."
Alex smiled. "Welcome, disciple."
Days later, Alex and his new disciple, whose name was Lyra, arrived at a small town. The air was thick with tension. Lyra, though grateful, couldn't help but feel a strange mix of curiosity and suspicion toward her savior. Alex, for his part, was more interested in expanding his domain than in gaining her trust.
At an inn, they found a man lying in a bed, his face pale and his body weak. He was the prince of the kingdom, a man who had long desired Lyra. Alex looked at him with disdain, but decided to let him live. Not out of compassion, but for a darker purpose.
"Lyra," Alex said, his voice cold as steel. "He wants you. And you hate him. But today, you will fulfill his wishes."
Lyra looked at him in disbelief. "What?"
"Do it," Alex ordered, his tone brooking no reply.
The prince, hearing Alex's words, smiled maliciously. "Finally, you have her where you want her," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.
Lyra approached the bed, her body tense. The prince grabbed her by the waist, his hands sliding over her skin. She glared at him, but didn't resist. Alex watched from a corner, his hand sliding to his crotch. He masturbated slowly, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before him.
The prince entered Lyra, his member sinking into her wet pussy. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but couldn't help a slight sigh. The prince smiled, relishing his victory. "I knew you couldn't resist," he whispered, his breath hot in her ear.
"Shut up," Lyra replied, her voice laced with contempt.
Alex smiled, his hand moving faster. Semen began to drip between his fingers, white and abundant. With a flick of his hand, he used his dominance to force Lyra to her knees, allowing the prince to use her as a chair. She looked at him with eyes filled with shame and rage, but she could do nothing.
"That's how it's done," Alex said, his voice full of satisfaction. "Now, continue."
In the following days, Alex continued to train Lyra in the art of cultivation. But the training always ended with her being forced to have sex with the prince. Alex watched, her hand on her crotch, feeding her cuckold fetish. The prince's semen was always white and abundant, dribbling down Lyra's thighs as she tried to contain her moans.
"Why are you doing this?" Lyra asked one day, her voice breaking. "He hates me, and I hate him."
"Because power requires sacrifice," Alex replied, his tone impersonal. "And because I like watching you submit."
Lyra looked at him with a mixture of hatred and confusion. "What if I refuse?"
Alex smiled, a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Then you won't be my disciple anymore."
The prince, for his part, began plotting in the shadows. He knew Alex was powerful, but he also knew he had a weak spot: his fetish. If he could use Lyra against him, perhaps he could gain some power for himself.
Tensions grew. Lyra began to question her loyalty, wondering if Alex was using her only for his own pleasure. The prince, on the other hand, saw an opportunity for revenge. And Alex, his golden finger glowing faintly in the distance, gazed at the horizon, wondering what the future held.
Betrayal, total domination, or an unexpected twist? The scene was set in motion, the fate of the three hanging in the balance.