Chapter 361 – "The Hours We Steal"
It was late morning.
The oversized mansion was quiet, still basking in the lingering warmth of breakfast. The scent of miso and roasted sesame still clung faintly to the air. Most of the women had retreated to their own activities — Ciel to her reading, Morgan to her tower, Reyne to the training hall, and Iris to her meditative perch near the koi pond.
That's when Mira appeared.
Not Mary.
Not the shy, blue-haired nun who tended flowers and stitched dresses.
No — it was her.
Mira.
Playful.
Forward.
Dangerous.
She strolled barefoot through the halls in one of Alex's oversized shirts — untied at the bottom, exposing too much leg, too much everything. Her lavender hair fell down her back in soft waves, and her violet eyes gleamed with something sharper than flirtation.
She didn't knock when she reached the library garden.
She just floated in.
Ciel looked up from her book.
"…You're being quiet. That usually means you're scheming."
Mira smiled, twirling a silver strand of magic around one finger.
"Maybe."
She sat beside Ciel on the sunlit cushion, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately.
"I came to ask for a favor."
Ciel tilted her head, golden eyes curious. "A dangerous sentence."
Mira leaned in.
"…Can you do what Alex did in World Frontier?"
Ciel blinked. "You'll have to be more specific."
"The time dilation trick," Mira murmured. "The 1:1000 ratio he used inside World frontier. One hour outside is over a month inside."
Ciel studied her for a moment. "That system was tied to the physics of the old world. This house exists on Earth."
"Still…" Mira purred. "You could replicate it, couldn't you?"
Ciel didn't answer immediately.
Then—
"Yes," she said simply. "If I reconstruct the spatial matrix inside his bedroom, reinforce it with dimensional anchors, and add a time-fold weave… I can approximate that ratio."
Mira smiled.
A real one.
Dangerous.
Hopeful.
"Then please do it," she whispered.
Ciel closed her book.
"Why?"
Mira's voice dropped. Serious. Vulnerable.
"…I want to bear his child."
Ciel blinked once.
Mira didn't look away.
"It's not that I don't love Mary. We're one. But I want this, Ciel. And if I try it in the outside world… it might take decades. Centuries, even."
She looked down at her hands, fingers twisting slightly.
"I'm part succubus. My kind doesn't conceive easily. Not without a… sustained commitment."
Ciel gave a faint smile.
"You mean months of constant intercourse."
Mira smirked. "Exactly."
A pause.
Then she added, more softly—
"…But if time can be bent, then maybe even I can be a mother. So please. Give me the time I need."
Ciel closed her eyes.
"I'll need half a day to prepare the ritual."
Mira reached forward and hugged her suddenly — arms wrapped tightly around her waist, face buried against her shoulder.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you."
Ciel's voice was soft.
"You'll still have to convince him."
Mira grinned wickedly.
"Oh, don't worry."
She stood, stretching with slow delight, magic sparking at her fingertips.
"I'll make sure he enjoys every minute of those thousand hours."
She winked.
"And by the end of it… he'll want to give me a child more than I want to take one."
Ciel sighed.
Then smiled.
"…I believe you."
Alex had just finished organizing a new set of enchanted tea leaves in the main kitchen when he heard her footsteps.
Not rushed.
Not loud.
But confident.
Purposeful.
Mira.
She leaned against the doorway, arms folded beneath the loose shirt that still barely counted as clothing. The soft hum of her mana curled through the air like a warm ribbon, brushing against his senses with playful intent.
"Hey, Alex," she said, voice casual — but her eyes too focused.
He looked up, setting down the tea box.
"You need something?"
She stepped closer, barefoot on the smooth floor, stopping just within reach.
"I want to talk."
"…About?"
Mira tilted her head.
Then smiled — the kind of smile that was real. Soft. No teasing.
"I want a child."
Alex blinked.
"…You're serious?"
She nodded.
Mary's voice echoed faintly from inside her, her presence flushing the tips of Mira's cheeks with pink.
"She's serious," Mary whispered. "Too serious…"
Mira continued, her voice steady.
"I've waited. I've teased. I've danced around the idea like it was just fun…"
"But I'm not playing now."
She placed a hand against his chest — flat, warm, grounding.
"I love you."
"And I want to carry something of yours inside me."
She paused.
Then added, with a crooked smile:
"Well… more than just mana."
Alex let out a quiet breath, watching her.
"…Do you know what it means? With your bloodline?"
Her expression softened. "I do."
Mary's voice came through again — clearly flustered.
"Succubi don't conceive easily. Even if the male is strong, it takes… it takes… years! Maybe decades!"
Alex raised an eyebrow. "That long?"
Mira smirked. "You'll survive. Barely."
Mary groaned from within. "And every time she feels it… I feel it too!"
"You like it," Mira whispered teasingly into herself.
"I do not—! I mean I— That's not the point!"
Alex coughed, trying not to smile.
"So let me get this straight. You want to conceive… and you're planning to use time dilation to do it inside the bedroom?"
Mira nodded. "Ciel already agreed to set up the 1:1000 ratio. If we stay inside for a few days…"
"…it'll be years for us."
Alex folded his arms. "You're asking me to sleep with you for ten years, nonstop?"
Mira leaned in and whispered, "I'm not asking. I'm inviting."
Mary made a sound somewhere between a shriek and a prayer.
"You two are insane."
Mira tilted her head, violet eyes glowing.
"And you're coming with us."
"I… I know," Mary whispered, defeated.
Then—
The scene cut.
To just outside the grand bedroom.
The one Alex had built with spell-warped space and starlit ceilings. The one with a bed the size of a ballroom. The one now glowing faintly with layered dimensional time magic — freshly installed by Ciel.
The shimmering runes across the threshold pulsed softly.
On the left stood Mira — poised, smiling, radiant with wicked confidence.
On the right, within her soul, Mary clutched her chest and whispered, "I'm not ready… I'm not ready… I'm—"
"You'll be fine," Mira said, her hand already on the door.
Alex stood beside them, calm as ever, watching the time weave flicker across the archway.
He reached for the door handle.
Paused.
Looked at Mira.
"Sure about this?"
She nodded.
Then whispered, almost reverently—
"Let's make eternity ours."
The door clicked open.
And they stepped inside.
Inside the time-warped room, everything felt suspended in golden stillness.
Outside, mere seconds would pass.
Inside, the world stretched to infinity.
Alex stood beside the edge of the immense bed, lit softly by the starlit ceiling above. The enchanted architecture shimmered subtly — reality folded like silk, breathing gently with magic.
Mira stepped into the center of the room.
Barefoot.
Back straight.
Eyes locked on his.
No teasing now.
No jokes.
Just longing — deep and unwavering.
She reached behind her neck and unfastened the first clasp.
The black and violet armor—her signature demonic regalia—began to fall away, piece by piece.
Shoulder guards.
Corset plating.
Thigh guards.
Her wings flexed once, folding behind her slowly, shadows rippling along the walls.
Her curves glowed under the soft magical light — smooth lavender hair spilling down her back, her violet eyes alight with both confidence and something more vulnerable.
"Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked quietly.
Alex stepped closer.
Lifted one hand.
Brushed a strand of her hair back behind her ear.
"You've always been," he said. "But right now… you're breathtaking."
Mira let the last piece fall — the final clasp of her outfit slipping free from her waist. Her gloves slid from her fingers like silk. Her bare skin shimmered faintly with her natural succubus aura — the magic of desire, tempered by something far more intimate.
Mary's voice whispered from within:
"I-I can't believe we're actually doing this…"
Mira smiled softly.
"You're here with me. We'll do this together."
Alex undid his own shirt slowly, calmly, his gaze never leaving hers.
The cloth slid from his shoulders.
Then his belt.
Then—
They climbed into the bed together.
The moment they sank into the enchanted softness, the room dimmed with warmth — the magic responding to the intimacy, not intruding, but harmonizing.
Time unraveled.
And the world melted away.
As they faced each other beneath the starlight ceiling, Mira reached for his hand.
Laced her fingers with his.
"Ten years," she whispered.
"For you… I'll make every moment worth it."
Alex pulled her gently into his arms.
"No."
He smiled.
"For us."
And the first hour of eternity began.
Chapter 362 – "The Mark of the Bound" (18+)
The bed beneath them was vast — but right now, it felt like a world made only for two.
Mira lay on her back, her long lavender hair fanned across the silken pillows, her violet eyes shimmering with anticipation. Her lips curled in a knowing, sultry smile — one that wasn't just teasing, but welcoming.
Alex hovered above her, his hands braced on either side, heart thudding as he looked down at the woman who had once been chaos incarnate — and now, looked at him as if he were everything.
Then he saw it.
The mark.
A glowing heart-like crest above her lower abdomen — nestled just beneath her navel, formed of delicate lines shaped like bat wings and a pointed tail curling downward.
A soft pink light pulsed from it.
Alive. Magical. Claimed.
His breath caught.
Mira noticed his stare, and her smile widened.
"You're looking at it again," she whispered, voice low and honeyed.
Alex swallowed once. "It's glowing…"
She lifted her hips slightly — slow, unhurried, and completely deliberate — letting him get a better view of it.
The heart shimmered brighter.
"You remember what it means, don't you?"
Her tone was velvet. Her eyes narrowed with delight.
Alex nodded. "You said… it's a succubus mark."
She brushed his cheek with her knuckles, her touch tender.
"Not just any mark," she purred. "It's a bond crest."
"The moment I accepted you as my mate… my real mate… it appeared."
She leaned up, lips brushing his ear.
"Other demons can see it. Other succubi can smell it. Even spirits know what it means."
She grinned, and her voice dropped to a whisper:
"It means I belong to you."
Alex felt the warmth flood through his chest — through his whole body.
Mira, seeing the flicker in his eyes, gave a sultry laugh and slowly spread her legs beneath him, the motion fluid, bold, and infinitely inviting.
The glowing crest pulsed again — brighter, now tinged with gold.
"Go ahead," she breathed, her voice both command and plea.
"I want you to feel it."
"I want you to know that no matter what I am — demon, trickster, lover — you are the one I chose."
"And now," she whispered, voice trembling with want and reverence, "I want you to make that mark glow brighter than ever."
Alex leaned in.
Kissed her deeply.
And the room, the world, the years that lay ahead of them—
All faded into a haze of warmth, magic, and eternity.
Alex paused — only for a breath, only for a heartbeat.
His eyes locked with hers.
The symbol above her womb pulsed again, casting a soft pink glow between them. It wasn't just arousal. It wasn't just lust. It was a brand — one that could only appear on a succubus who had willingly, fully bound herself to a mate.
To him.
Mira's lips parted in a breathless smile.
"Well?" she whispered, lifting her hips to meet his again. "You're not really going to treat me like I'm delicate, are you?"
Her voice dripped with heat — playful, but edged with challenge.
"We've done this before," she reminded him, curling her fingers around his forearm. "You've taken me. You've heard me cry your name. I already belong to you…"
Her thighs brushed against his hips, wrapping around him, drawing him closer.
"So stop holding back."
Alex exhaled.
He leaned in until their foreheads touched, until her breath tickled his lips.
"…You sure?"
Mira grinned, eyes glowing.
"I didn't come here to be worshipped," she whispered, voice trembling with anticipation.
"I came here to make a child."
She gripped him tighter, pulling him down until there was no space left between them.
"So don't be gentle—"
Her voice broke into a gasp as he answered without words.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
Her laughter turned into moans, then cries, then whispered vows that stretched across the folded hours of the room's eternal night.
The mark on her lower abdomen glowed brighter with every passing second, pulsing in time with their rhythm, with their breath, with their shared magic.
Mary, deep inside her, could only murmur faintly:
"…I-I can feel everything… I can't even pretend I'm not enjoying it anymore…"
Mira's voice responded — not with mockery, but with love.
"Then feel it. All of it."
Because this wasn't just about passion.
It was about legacy.
It was about choosing, together, to create something new.
A child born of love, chaos, devotion, and eternity.
And in that infinite bed beneath starlit magic and folded time…
They began.
Their bodies met with perfect alignment — like fate woven into flesh.
Mira arched against him, her nails digging into his back, her lips parted in a cry that was more than sound. Her wings trembled, spreading wide across the bed as magic shimmered off her skin in waves of violet fire.
Alex held her close — not just physically, but completely. Soul to soul. Pulse to pulse.
Every motion between them was deliberate, deep, and overwhelming.
She clung to him.
He filled her.
Again and again, until the boundaries between their bodies dissolved into rhythm and heat.
Mira gasped his name — again and again — her voice rising as the pressure within her built like a storm devouring the sky. Her succubus aura exploded in waves of warmth, wrapping around Alex like velvet fire.
Then—
She cried out.
The mark above her womb flared, glowing like a star.
He reached his peak with her, his breath caught in his throat, his hands clutching her hips as every part of him surrendered to her body — and didn't pull away.
He stayed inside her.
Held there.
Pressed against her fully.
And Mira—sobbing in joy—wrapped her legs tighter around him.
"Yes… don't pull out… Alex… don't ever stop."
But he didn't pause.
His body moved again — slow at first, then deep and certain — his lips pressed against her neck, his heart pounding into hers.
He released again inside her, his body burning with hers.
And even then—
He didn't stop.
Mira cried out, not in pain, not in exhaustion—
But in happiness.
Raw. Vulnerable. Real.
"…I can feel it," she gasped, her voice shaking. "You're giving me everything… again… and again…"
Alex held her tighter, forehead resting against hers.
"I'm not leaving," he whispered. "Not until it happens."
The room pulsed around them, responding to the ancient ritual of love, fertility, and life.
And somewhere inside her, deep in her soul, a spark awakened.
The first thread of creation.
They didn't stop.
They didn't want to.
Because in this moment, wrapped in eternity…
They weren't just making love.
They were making forever.
One week had passed inside the room.
Seven long, blissful days beneath starlit ceilings and violet silk sheets.
And still… they hadn't parted.
Mira rested beneath him, legs still wrapped tight around his waist, her arms draped over his shoulders like she was made to be there. Her lavender hair clung to her back, damp from heat and magic, her body glowing faintly with a radiant, low-burning pink aura.
And yet—she wasn't tired.
She was radiant.
Insatiable.
Happy.
"Still inside," she whispered with a grin, brushing a lock of his hair back as she rocked her hips gently, teasing him.
"You haven't pulled out once," she added proudly, violet eyes gleaming. "Not even by accident."
Alex exhaled, smiling through the sweat and closeness.
"…I think that's a new record."
Mira giggled.
"It's not just a record," she said softly. "It's a bond. My body wants you like it breathes air. It pulls you in. Keeps you there. Like it's never satisfied—"
She arched slightly, moaning as he moved again.
"—even when it is."
Despite the intensity between them, they talked like old lovers curled under blankets. Comfortable. Honest. So familiar it hurt.
"Still feel good?" he asked, voice low.
She nodded against his neck. "More than good."
"I feel full… and empty… and yours."
She tightened her legs again, purring.
"You can keep going. I'll never tell you to stop."
Alex kissed her shoulder.
"You always say that."
"And I always mean it."
They shifted again, the rhythm never truly ending, just flowing — constant, like waves, like breath.
And then—
He moved deeper, slower.
Mira's body tensed, lips parting in a sudden, breathless gasp.
He felt the moment.
And so did she.
Inside her, the warmth spread again.
He held her tightly as the magic between them sparked.
The heart-shaped mark above her womb pulsed once — then twice — glowing like a living rune carved by love and will.
Mira cried out softly, arching, her voice high and musical like a song of pure joy.
Her whole body shivered.
And still… they didn't stop.
She giggled through the aftershocks, brushing his cheek.
"Again," she whispered, breathless but glowing.
"Don't pull out."
"Ever."
And so…
He didn't.
Time no longer mattered.
Days had passed like rivers flowing beneath the stars.
And still, they remained connected — body, soul, magic.
Mira stretched beneath him, her body moving like molten silk, her back arched with a playful smirk on her lips and fire in her eyes.
"I want to try something different," she whispered, her voice a soft command wrapped in velvet.
Before he could respond, she shifted beneath him — graceful, fluid, powerful — and turned over, rising slowly onto her knees. Her wings stretched wide, her hair falling forward like lavender flame.
Even without breaking their connection, she moved in perfect rhythm — pulling him with her.
Alex followed instinctively.
The new position made her shudder with anticipation.
"Better?" he asked, his voice low, heat lingering in every syllable.
Mira looked over her shoulder, eyes glowing.
"This one's meant for force," she breathed. "It's supposed to drive me wild."
He stayed silent.
Moved.
Once.
Hard.
She gasped — her body rocking forward, her hands gripping the sheets, eyes fluttering in bliss.
Again.
And again.
She cried out, voice rising into the air like a sacred hymn twisted into desire.
Her wings trembled with each motion.
She laughed breathlessly between gasps. "Y-you're not even listening, are you?"
"No," Alex said quietly — and drove forward again.
Mira moaned, collapsing slightly into the blankets, her body arching with every impact of his strength.
"I love it when you don't listen," she whispered.
Her mark flared again — the glowing heart with its tiny bat wings pulsing with perfect resonance.
"I'll break if you keep this up—"
She gasped, shivering from the next motion.
"—and I'll love every second of it."
Their rhythm never stopped.
The tempo deepened, hardened, intensified — like thunder wrapped in silk.
Mira's tail coiled around his waist unconsciously, a succubus reflex of instinct and ownership.
And still…
He didn't stop.
Because she hadn't asked him to.
Not really.
Alex moved with instinct and rhythm, and Mira took everything — her body trembling with bliss, her breath caught in waves of moans that rose and fell with every motion.
And then—
He reached his peak again.
The moment struck with quiet finality.
He held her tighter, and warmth flooded into her once more — not as a single act, but as a continuation of the vow they'd been repeating with every breath, every motion, every heartbeat across the days.
Mira cried out — no words, just sound.
Joy.
Ecstasy.
Relief.
It wasn't just pleasure. It was rightness.
Her fingers clawed gently at the bedding, and her wings quivered behind her, her mouth open in a long, breathless moan as her entire being responded.
And even then—
He didn't stop.
Their bodies shifted again without pause, finding rhythm once more.
They didn't speak.
There were no words left to say.
Only heat.
Only pressure.
Only moans—soft, high, and trembling—from Mira as she melted beneath him.
No resistance. No hesitation.
Just love, pleasure, and surrender drawn out across time.
The bed rocked gently beneath the spell-dampened gravity field. The air shimmered faintly with the heat of their combined aura. Magic danced like unseen fireflies around the edges of the chamber, echoing every shared climax like ripples in a sacred pond.
And still…
They moved.
Together.
Soundless, wordless.
Complete.
Time flowed like honey.
Their bodies still tangled, still moving, still joined in an endless rhythm deeper than language.
Mira moaned, her voice low and rich, face flushed with sweat and satisfaction as she rocked with him again.
Then—
She grinned.
A wicked spark lit in her eyes.
"I think," she whispered, between breaths, "it's time to let her feel this."
Before Alex could ask—
The body beneath him shimmered.
Her curves shifted subtly.
Her muscles softened.
The flush on her cheeks deepened with innocence, not confidence.
Her violet eyes turned a softer blue.
Hair shortened slightly, a gentler wave replacing Mira's sultry cascade.
And just like that—
Mary had taken over.
She blinked up at him, stunned to find herself so suddenly in the middle of everything. Her breath caught. Her cheeks burned red.
"I-I… Mira…! You—!"
But it was too late.
Alex was still moving — slowly, deeply, without hesitation. Not in aggression. Not in lust.
But in knowing.
Mary gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as her body responded on its own.
"Ah… Alex—" Her voice shook, soft and overwhelmed. "I… I can feel… everything..."
She whimpered once, her body arching as he pushed deep inside her.
And then—
He reached his peak again.
The warmth filled her, just as it had Mira — and Mary's breath caught in a cry that surprised even her.
Her body trembled.
Her heart fluttered.
And for a single moment, she forgot to be shy.
She just felt happy.
"I… I'm happy," she whispered, voice cracking with soft joy. "I'm really…"
But before the moment could stretch—
Mira laughed from within.
And switched control back.
The body beneath Alex shimmered again, reshaping in a ripple of violet heat.
Her hair lengthened, her hips shifted, and that smirking glint returned to her eyes.
Mira grinned, licking her lips.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she teased, arching her back.
"Too bad. She had her turn."
Alex, eyes still locked with hers, didn't stop.
He thrust deep again.
Mira gasped — surprised even after everything.
"You—ahh—you didn't even hesitate…"
Another cry slipped from her lips as his rhythm picked up again.
And then—
He climaxed again.
Her body shuddered under the sudden rush of heat and magic, her wings flaring with instinct as her eyes rolled back and her moan echoed like a vow through the folded chamber of starlit silk and time.
Her smile returned, breathless.
"…Good."
"Don't stop."
"Not until we both can't stand."
And still—
He didn't stop.
Another release.
Another wave of warmth flooded between them — deep, final, and yet not the end.
Mira cried out, her voice cracked and shimmering, wings fluttering faintly as the crest above her womb pulsed brighter than ever.
Her body trembled, sweat trailing down her collarbone in thin rivulets of heat and magic.
She arched against him, breathless.
"…Alex…"
He leaned closer, skin flushed, chest rising and falling with her rhythm.
Her voice came low and sultry, tinged with exhaustion and desire.
"I'm sweating," she whispered, licking her lips.
"I want you to lick it off."
He paused, blinking — stunned by her boldness, even now.
"Trust me," she purred, smile curling. "Succubus sweat… like the rest of our fluids… makes everything more intense."
He said nothing.
Just leaned down.
And pressed his lips to her neck.
The taste of her skin was sweet — like something dark and addictive, spiced with magic and heat.
The more he tasted, the more he craved.
His tongue traced a glistening trail across her throat, and Mira moaned softly, her fingers gripping the sheets again.
"Yes… just like that…"
He moved slowly, deliberately, licking the beads of sweat along her collarbone, up her neck, tasting the way her aura danced on his tongue.
Her moans deepened with each motion — not from friction, not from pressure — but from the intimacy of his focus.
He didn't stop moving inside her.
Didn't pull away.
Only adjusted his rhythm — deeper, firmer, driven now by instinct and need.
She shivered again, face flushed, her voice trembling.
"You're not even listening… are you?"
He didn't answer.
Instead, he raised her arms gently above her head.
Exposing the softness beneath.
Her breathing hitched.
"Alex—"
He leaned in.
And licked.
Her moan cracked into a whimper, a breathless gasp of disbelief and rising heat.
"That's… that's not fair…"
He licked again.
Her body trembled beneath him, magic rising in thick, humid waves.
"I told you," she moaned, voice shaking. "Succubus fluids… they… they're not just seductive. They bind. They fuel."
Her voice broke again as he kept moving.
Kept licking.
Kept loving her in silence.
And still—
He didn't stop.
Mira was already trembling — her skin slick with heat, her wings fluttering weakly against her back, her voice reduced to soft, unending moans as his tongue traced the last of her sweat.
And then—
Without a word…
Alex moved.
He didn't withdraw.
Didn't break the bond.
He simply shifted her, slow and steady, folding her forward until her chest pressed flush against the bed's silken sheets. Her hair spilled across the pillows. Her hands gripped the fabric with white-knuckled tension.
He stayed inside her.
Deep.
Unyielding.
Her body arched in response, and a sharp moan escaped her throat.
"Ah—yes…"
His hands slid along her waist, aligning her body with effortless control, guiding her hips with precise care until her entire frame was perfectly pressed beneath him.
Mira's breath caught.
She didn't fight it.
She savored it.
"This… this feels so good," she whispered, trembling. "You're above me… inside me… and you haven't stopped once…"
She gasped again as he thrust deeper — a motion so smooth it barely disturbed the air, but it struck with purpose, with rhythm, with claim.
She could feel his breath against her shoulder.
Could feel the strength of his body folded over hers like a shield — and a fire.
And then—
He didn't speak.
He didn't answer.
He just moved.
Again.
Again.
The bed rocked softly under their rhythm.
No faster.
Just deeper.
More certain.
Mira bit her lip, moaning into the sheets, her body melting beneath the weight of him.
"You're not going to stop," she whispered, eyes glazed with heat. "You're not going to let me go…"
Her voice broke in a trembling cry.
"…And I don't want you to."
Her tail coiled helplessly.
Her wings quivered.
Her breath turned ragged.
And still—
Alex moved.
No words.
No commands.
Just endless, unbroken union.
Like their bodies had been waiting for this moment…
Forever.
Her body was covered in glistening heat — a sheen of sweat that shimmered like enchanted dew under the soft golden glow of the bedroom's starlit canopy.
And Alex?
He didn't stop.
He pressed deeper.
Harder.
Like instinct had taken over — guided by scent, rhythm, and something deeper than desire.
Every drop of Mira's sweat that touched the air — every glimmer that escaped her skin — was immediately met by his mouth. His tongue traced along her shoulder, her back, the hollow of her spine. He licked her clean like she was sacred… and he was starved.
And somehow, each lick made him more intense.
The taste of her — heat, magic, want — saturated him. Her sweat wasn't just sweat; it was a succubus's offering. A liquid invocation. And Alex had taken in so much that now the air itself throbbed with tension.
Mira screamed in pleasure as he drove forward again.
Again.
And again.
"Alex—!" she cried, clutching the sheets as her wings trembled violently behind her. "You're… you're insane—!"
But she didn't mean it as an insult.
She meant it with joy.
Because she loved this.
Him.
The way he never pulled away.
The way his hands held her like she was something irreplaceable.
And the way he chased every drop of her magic as if it were the most delicious thing in the world.
When a single bead of sweat trickled down her thigh, he was already there, tongue trailing fire, never breaking their connection, never missing a thrust.
Mira moaned so loudly she almost collapsed.
And still… he kept going.
Her tail, now slick with magic and heat, curled instinctively around his waist — then lower — wrapping around them both. She guided it slowly between them, the tip massaging where their bodies met, sending new shivers of stimulation through her own core.
"More," she whispered. "I want more."
Her tail pulsed gently, squeezing, coaxing.
"Give me everything… every last drop…"
Her eyes fluttered.
And in that haze — as their rhythm deepened, as their skin burned with divine friction — she asked, breathless:
"Do you like me?"
Her voice trembled — playful, teasing, but vulnerable.
He didn't answer.
Not with words.
But with movement.
With pressure.
With purpose.
With everything.
Mira gasped, her body jerking as he surged deeper, faster, harder, and she couldn't stop the laughter and moans tangled in her throat.
"You… you're not saying it…"
"But you're making it very hard to believe you don't…"
Her mark pulsed again, brighter than before.
Her wings shook.
Her heart thudded.
"…You really are dangerous," she whispered, smiling through the moans.
And he—
Still didn't stop.
Her body was pinned.
Pressed down into the endless silk of the bed.
Alex loomed above her, silent, relentless — not violent, not careless, but certain. His hands gripped her wrists, guiding her arms gently forward as her body arched beneath him, her wings trembling, her tail wrapped tightly around his waist.
He didn't speak.
He didn't ask.
He simply knew.
And Mira—
She couldn't stop crying out.
The pleasure didn't come in waves anymore.
It came like a storm without end.
She moaned his name, voice hoarse, her mind a blur of fire and magic and helpless euphoria. Her thoughts scattered, dissolved, reformed only to dissolve again with every motion that pushed her further into the bed, into him, into the bond that held them together tighter than anything in her life ever had.
"Alex—!"
Her voice cracked as her body spasmed, the crest above her womb flashing so brightly it painted runes across the ceiling in pink and gold.
She came again.
Hard.
Her whole body shuddered, her back arching, her face buried in the sheets as she sobbed a broken laugh of pure pleasure.
She felt claimed.
She felt loved.
She felt like she was becoming something new.
And still…
He didn't stop.
Alex held her gently but firmly, hips rolling in rhythm, sweat running down his skin, breath hot against her spine. She felt his body over her like heat from a sun that never burned — powerful, endless, familiar.
Mira trembled, smiling into the fabric of the bed.
She was covered in sweat.
Her body felt like flame and silk and music.
And she whispered, with no strength left but all the certainty in the world—
"I love you…"
The bed creaked softly beneath them.
The starlight spun overhead.
And Alex's answer was not with words—
But with one more deep, slow thrust that stole the breath from her lungs…
And made her fall in love all over again.
Chapter 363 – "Five Years of Fire" (18+)
Time had long stopped meaning what it once did.
Outside, only an hour had passed.
But inside the softly folded dimension of Alex's enchanted bedroom, five years had gone by.
Five years.
Of warmth.
Of rhythm.
Of connection that never wavered, never paused, never pulled away.
Mira lay against the shimmering sheets, body glistening with sweat and magic, her wings now softer, her voice lower, her breath slower… but never tired.
Her legs wrapped loosely around him, her arms draped over his shoulders. Her eyes were half-lidded, dazed with pleasure, her lips parted in a soundless moan.
Alex still hadn't spoken.
Not once.
He had simply kept going — slow, deep, unrelenting — as if driven by something older than words.
And now—
She felt it again.
The warmth rising deep inside.
His body tensed slightly over her.
And she knew.
A gasp escaped her lips as she arched toward him, her voice cracking with joy.
Again.
He released inside her.
Again.
Mira cried out, wrapping herself tighter around him, tears sparkling faintly at the corners of her eyes.
"Five years…" she whispered, her voice shaking with awe and happiness. "And you're still giving me everything."
Her body trembled as aftershocks rolled through her — not painful, not overwhelming, but familiar now. Intimate. Loved.
She had felt this over and over.
Thousands of times.
Tens of thousands.
And yet…
Every time felt new.
She blinked slowly, her fingers brushing his hair as he buried his face against her neck, breath hot and silent.
Then, as the glow in her womb pulsed again, she looked down.
The crest on her belly shimmered with soft pink light.
There was something.
A faint flutter beneath the symbol.
It had been flickering like that for a while now — soft, irregular. Elusive.
A possible sign.
But only that.
"…Still so faint," she whispered, more to herself than him. "Five years… and still only the smallest hint."
A tiny pout touched her lips.
Not from frustration.
But longing.
Still, she smiled.
"…But if it takes another hundred years, I don't care."
Her voice was soft, breathy.
"If it means staying like this… if it means you'll never leave me, never pull away…"
Her tail curled gently around his leg.
"…Then I'll keep going."
She smiled again.
"I want to keep going."
Because being filled with him — body, soul, magic — was happiness.
And part of her, the deepest part, hoped it would never end.
Before she could finish that thought—
He came again.
No words.
Just warmth.
Just release.
And Mira cried out again, clutching him tighter, sobbing with joy against his skin.
"Ah… Alex…"
Her voice was ragged now.
Not from pain.
From gratitude.
Because every moment inside this eternity was a gift she would never stop treasuring.
The chamber remained dim and glowing — lit not by any lamp or lantern, but by the magic that radiated from their bodies. The ceiling shimmered like a velvet sky, slow-moving stars drifting above them in perfect silence.
Mira lay beneath him, breathless, glowing, arms around his neck, her wings folded softly across the bed. Her voice trembled as she whispered again:
"I love you."
She meant it more now than she ever had before.
Not because of the pleasure. Not because of the time.
But because even after six years… he had never once left her.
And the moment those words left her lips—
Alex pulled her in.
Close.
Fiercely.
And kissed her.
Not gently. Not passively.
But with all the weight of everything they'd shared: the years, the magic, the thousand times they'd touched, the ten thousand ways he had held her.
Their lips met with urgency. Their tongues danced slowly, then deeply, as if they were trying to remember how to breathe through each other.
She moaned into his mouth.
And he answered without speaking—his body pressing closer, his rhythm deepening.
Another climax struck them both — not with a burst, but with a warmth that surged from their hearts outward.
Mira gasped against his mouth but never broke the kiss.
And neither did he.
Six months passed.
They didn't stop.
They never once separated their lips.
Even as he moved inside her — deep, slow, powerful — their mouths remained locked.
Licking.
Tasting.
Breathing each other in.
Her voice had long since faded into soft whimpers and breathy sighs, her moans caught between kisses and tongue.
She didn't want him to say anything.
She just wanted this.
To be wrapped around him. Inside and out.
To be kissed, filled, held, claimed, loved—again and again, for as long as the stars would allow.
Each thrust pushed deeper.
The angle sharpened.
She felt it.
Almost touching her core.
Almost brushing where her soul whispered yes.
Mira trembled, crying softly with joy against his mouth.
Her legs locked around him again.
Her tail tightened.
And her whole body welcomed him.
Completely.
Because even in a chamber outside time, she wanted this moment to last forever.
And deep in her heart, she whispered the thought she couldn't say aloud:
"Please let me carry you…"
"Even if it takes a thousand more years…"
"Please… don't stop."
More time passed.
Weeks melted into each other like candles left in the warmth of each other's skin. Inside the sealed chamber, time didn't flow — it pulsed.
And still, Alex didn't stop.
Each night blended into the next with no sunrise, no break — just his body against hers, his breath always on her skin, his presence a constant weight of devotion and heat.
Now, for nearly three weeks…
He had begun to focus on something else.
Her chest.
Her breasts, warm and tender from their eternal closeness, had drawn his attention.
And he began to suck.
Not with impatience, and not roughly.
But slowly.
Rhythmically.
Searching.
Mira moaned softly, her fingers tangled in his hair, her body rising and falling beneath him as he suckled with quiet obsession. All the while, he kept moving his hips — the steady, unbroken rhythm that had become part of her existence.
There was no milk.
Not yet.
Unlike Vira, whose divine blood and elven heritage had triggered that bond earlier, Mira's body had remained unchanged — beautiful, aroused, but unfulfilled.
Unfertilized.
Until now.
On the third week…
Something shifted.
She gasped.
A warmth surged through her chest, her eyes going wide.
"…Alex—"
And then she felt it.
A drop.
Then another.
Then more.
Milk.
Her body had started.
She hadn't even realized it, but somewhere in the endless rhythm, the spell of time, the constancy of his love—
Conception had begun.
Not complete.
Not yet.
But close.
Her breasts tingled with pressure, her nipples releasing more and more with each pull of his lips. And when he tasted it—
He shuddered.
His body surged forward, hips pressing harder, deeper. His arms tightened around her as his mouth latched again, drinking the milk that had waited five years to appear.
She gasped, overwhelmed.
"Ah—Alex—it's…"
Too late.
He didn't stop.
The milk flowed.
And so did he.
Harder.
Faster.
Like her body's awakening had ignited something buried deep inside him.
Her milk, like her sweat, was a succubus's stimulant — meant to heighten arousal, enhance physical connection, and bond mate to mate.
It worked.
It worked too well.
He didn't speak.
He only thrust harder, drinking more, holding her closer like the act itself was sacred.
Mira's eyes fluttered.
She had no time to process it.
No time to think.
Because just as her body responded—
So did his.
And the moment the milk touched his tongue, he released again, deep inside her.
Mira cried out, her whole body shivering, writhing, welcoming.
And she smiled.
Tears welled up.
Not just from the pleasure.
But from something far more profound.
"…It's starting."
"I'm changing."
She didn't know how long it would take.
But now she knew.
They were closer than ever.
And even if it took another century…
She would be his.
And he would never stop.
The moment the milk reached his tongue, something changed.
Alex stilled for only half a second.
A shiver passed through him — not from surprise, but from something deeper. Older. Primal.
His grip on her tightened.
And then—
He moved again.
Harder.
Deeper.
As though the milk had awakened something ancient in his blood.
Mira gasped — her voice cracking into a soft, shaking cry. Her body curled into his instinctively, her legs wrapping around him, her hands gripping the sheets like a lifeline.
She could feel it.
His breath had gone hotter. His movements more urgent. His magic more charged, pressing into her skin like heat through silk.
The milk, drawn from her body by his lips, was no ordinary nectar. It carried the essence of a succubus — the power of arousal, of unending desire, of soul-deep hunger made manifest.
And now?
He had tasted it.
He was addicted.
His mouth latched back onto her breast without pause, tongue circling, lips pulling rhythmically, hungrily — as if each drop of her milk made him burn hotter from the inside.
Mira whimpered.
Her wings twitched.
Her tail coiled around his leg again, instinctive and needy.
"I-It's… too much…" she moaned, flushed and overwhelmed, her body trembling under him. "You're… so deep, Alex… you're…!"
But he didn't speak.
He didn't stop.
She felt him throbbing inside her again — his breath harsh against her skin as another wave rose from him, thick and overwhelming.
And then—
He came again.
The warmth flooded into her once more, deeper, hotter, stronger than before.
She gasped, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering in shock and bliss.
And even then—
He didn't stop.
He kept moving.
Kept drinking.
Kept thrusting with steady, tireless rhythm as though her milk had woven itself into his bones.
Mira laughed softly through the tears streaming from her eyes.
"You really are a monster…"
But her smile was filled with awe.
With pride.
With love.
Because this — this — was the union she had always craved.
Not just to be loved.
But to be devoured in devotion.
Her milk poured from her in soft, steady pulses, and he drank it all.
And every time he swallowed, her body lit up again — her magic responding, her womb tingling with that faint, fluttering warmth that whispered:
"Something is forming."
"He's planting you with purpose."
"And you love it."
Mira clung to him with every limb, burying her face against his neck, her moans now quiet sobs of ecstasy.
"I want to give you a child," she whispered.
"I want to be yours… forever…"
But Alex only answered by thrusting deeper, his mouth still latched to her, his hands firm and unwavering.
And she welcomed him—
Heart.
Body.
Magic.
Everything.
Because now, she knew.
It was only a matter of time.
And she never wanted it to end.
They were no longer just moving.
They were existing within a loop of pleasure, breath, and bond — two souls spinning endlessly in the orbit of each other.
Alex's mouth never left her breast.
Even as Mira trembled beneath him, even as her milk flowed freely now — warm, sweet, and unending — he drank.
And thrust.
Again.
And again.
And again.
No words.
Just movement.
Just heat.
Her body had become his altar, and he worshipped it with every fiber of his being — lips sealed to her, hips never still, hands holding her as though letting go would end the world.
And Mira?
She was no longer just moaning.
She was singing.
Not with melody, but with the trembling cadence of a woman whose every nerve was wrapped in euphoria. Her voice rose and fell in gasps and whimpers, her tail quivering and curling, her fingers locking into his back as her magic leaked through every pore.
"More…"
Her voice was a whisper now, ragged and reverent.
"Take more…"
And he did.
Her milk, thick with succubus magic and awakened fertility, had taken root in him.
Each swallow lit something brighter in his eyes.
Each drop pushed his body harder, deeper, tighter.
She could feel him inside her like a spell written in flesh — a rune etched in rhythm. He moved with a strength that felt infinite, a focus that defied mortal comprehension.
He was still silent.
And yet he told her everything through the way he held her.
Through the way his breath matched hers.
Through the way he filled her again and again, never faltering.
Mira sobbed into his shoulder, shaking with pleasure she could no longer contain.
"I'm yours," she whispered.
Her body convulsed again — another climax crashing through her without warning, her vision flashing white as her womb clenched in desperate, blissful response.
He stayed with her.
In her.
Over her.
Around her.
The milk kept coming.
And so did he.
His hands guided her legs open wider, holding her hips in place as he pushed even deeper — past limits, past caution, past anything she thought possible.
And she loved it.
Gods, she lived for it.
Because this wasn't just pleasure.
It was meaning.
It was worship.
It was destiny unfolding with every pulse, every breath, every drop.
Her voice rose again, caught between laughter and sobbing.
"I want this to last forever…"
The glow above her womb pulsed — pink and golden now, shimmering like a star being born.
And somewhere in her soul, something answered:
Soon.
But not yet.
Because first…
She would give him everything.
And he would take it.
Not because he demanded it.
But because she offered it.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Chapter 364 – "The Moment of Becoming" (18+)
The starlit ceiling shimmered faintly above them, eternal and unchanging — a tapestry of silence, beauty, and time long forgotten.
It had been sixteen years inside the chamber.
Sixteen years of uninterrupted closeness.
Sixteen years of whispered moans, shared breath, and the bond of two souls who never let go.
Alex still hadn't spoken.
He didn't need to.
His hands, his lips, his rhythm had told her everything.
And now—
Now something was different.
Mira gasped suddenly.
Her eyes flew open, wide and shimmering.
Not from pleasure.
But from something new.
Something real.
She clutched Alex tighter, her breath shaking.
"Ah—!"
A sudden pressure gripped her lower body.
Not pain.
Not discomfort.
But a contraction.
Soft, warm, yet powerful — like her womb was no longer waiting.
She felt it in her magic first — a shift in resonance, a new presence quietly blooming inside her.
Then her body answered.
Her wings flared slightly, startled by the internal wave.
Alex, still moving gently above her, noticed her change. His eyes met hers — steady, watchful — and he slowed, just enough to let her speak.
Mira's hand drifted to her lower belly.
Then lower.
The mark above her womb had changed.
Still shaped like a heart, still traced with bat-like wings… but now glowing brighter than ever. It pulsed a deep rose-gold, not just pink. It radiated.
Alive.
Her eyes filled with tears as she whispered:
"…It's happening."
Alex stilled — but only for a heartbeat.
Then leaned in.
And kissed her.
A slow, reverent press of his lips to hers.
Mira sobbed quietly into his kiss, overwhelmed.
"Sixteen years…"
"And you never stopped."
She felt another flutter — stronger than before.
Something kicked.
Not hard.
Just… real.
Mira laughed breathlessly, her tears streaming freely now.
"It's not a maybe anymore," she whispered. "Alex… I'm really pregnant."
She placed his hand against her belly.
The mark glowed beneath his touch — pulsing once in perfect harmony with the life that now grew inside her.
And still…
They didn't separate.
He remained inside her.
Still joined.
Still connected.
Because this wasn't the end of their union.
It was only the beginning.
The chamber held its breath.
No stars moved. No air stirred.
Time felt like it bowed to her.
Mira lay beneath Alex, her body trembling not from exertion, not from pleasure — but from realization.
From becoming.
He was still inside her, still pressed to her skin, still moving.
Slow.
Deep.
Certain.
Her eyes locked onto the glowing crest above her womb — the heart with bat wings that had marked her as his.
But now… it changed.
The pink hue deepened to a brilliant rose-gold.
The heart pulsed brighter than ever before, but it wasn't just light now.
At its center…
A tiny, perfect flicker.
A ripple.
A movement.
Mira gasped.
Something had kicked—not from her womb, but within the symbol.
The heart symbol itself began to shift.
The bat wings extended slightly. The edges shimmered. And in the very core of the heart, a small swirling shape began to take form — soft and luminous like stardust wrapped in amniotic light.
A seed.
A soul.
A child.
Her voice cracked into a sob of joy.
"Alex…"
But he didn't stop.
He kept moving.
Kept giving.
Kept releasing everything into her.
Over and over.
His warmth filled her until it felt like she was glowing from the inside out — not just her womb, but her spirit.
A thousand times.
More.
Endless waves of love, magic, devotion — poured into her like sacred fire.
And finally—
The symbol stopped pulsing.
It solidified.
And within the heart—
A baby shape curled gently in the center, like it had always belonged there.
The wings around it wrapped inward protectively, turning the heart into a cradle.
And Mira?
She felt it.
Deep.
Real.
Undeniable.
Her womb clenched softly as her magic adjusted, reshaping to protect what was now growing inside her.
She was no longer trying.
She was.
Pregnant.
Completely.
Finally.
Truly.
The room trembled with subtle divine energy — as if the universe itself had paused to acknowledge that something eternal had just begun.
Alex kissed her again — slow, reverent.
She kissed him back, crying softly.
"I'm really carrying you now…"
She ran her hand across her belly, feeling the glow of the new life beneath her skin.
"And I want to carry you forever."
A hush fell over the chamber.
Mira lay still, glowing softly in the aftermath of a miracle. Her body trembled with warmth, her breath slow and steady, her eyes half-closed in bliss. The heart-shaped mark above her womb still pulsed with rose-gold light — a cradle now, not a symbol.
Alex remained inside her for a long moment, unmoving, holding her.
Then—
For the first time in sixteen years…
He stirred.
Slowly, reverently, he pulled back.
Their connection, finally parting, gave a soft, wet pop — almost like a seal breaking. A sound that echoed with meaning.
Mira gasped, her body clenching instinctively, her breath catching in her throat.
And then she moaned — not in pain, not in loss, but in release.
In peace.
Alex exhaled.
And blinked.
His breath became steady.
His gaze shifted.
And for the first time in years — he was aware.
Truly aware.
Not moving from instinct.
But awake.
He looked down at her — at the woman he had held, loved, entered, and never let go of.
His voice broke the silence at last.
"…Mira."
His voice was hoarse.
Gentle.
Human.
She looked up at him, stunned.
Eyes wide. Lips trembling.
"Alex…?"
He said nothing at first.
He just looked at her — at the tears in her eyes, at the sweat on her skin, at the glow of the symbol still shining softly over her womb.
And then…
He leaned down.
With trembling hands, he touched her belly.
Then lowered his face to it.
And kissed it.
Once.
Softly.
Then again — on the mark itself.
Mira gasped, tears falling down her cheeks.
He was crying too.
Not from pain.
But from something deeper.
Something sacred.
"…I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing his forehead to her skin. "I didn't say anything… for so long…"
She touched his hair gently, her fingers running through it like wind through silk.
"You didn't have to," she said softly. "You showed me everything."
His lips quivered.
And he kissed her again — not on her lips, not on her neck, but on the glowing mark that now cradled their child.
And Mira?
She smiled.
Because this was the moment she'd waited for.
Not just to be pregnant.
Not just to be his.
But to see him again.
To feel his warmth in more than his touch.
To know…
That everything they shared had brought him back.
The air shimmered as the door to the dimension chamber slowly opened.
It had been just over an hour in the world outside.
But for them—
It had been sixteen years.
Alex and Mira stepped through the veil together, hand in hand.
They were both still naked.
Still glowing.
His chest marked faintly with Mira's scent and magic, hers radiant with the golden-pink symbol that now cradled the tiny life growing inside her.
Neither of them looked for clothes.
Neither of them tried to cover themselves.
Because this moment wasn't about modesty.
It was about truth.
The others were already waiting.
The chamber had quietly alerted them. They had gathered outside in silence.
And now—
Ciel was the first to step forward. Golden eyes wide with warmth. Her long white hair drifted like light through water. She didn't say a word — she only looked.
Morgan stood beside her, arms crossed, her usual icy gaze softened with something rare: respect.
Airi pressed a hand to her lips, blinking fast as she saw the glowing mark on Mira's womb.
Hanabi's ears twitched.
Reyne's eyes flickered crimson-violet, lowering slightly in solemn reverence.
Even Amaterasu, standing regal in her divine form, bowed her head gently.
None of them spoke at first.
Then—
Ciel stepped forward.
She reached out slowly, gently, and placed her hand on Mira's stomach.
She smiled.
"I see it," she whispered.
"It's not just magic. It's life."
The moment she said it—
The others followed.
One by one, each woman in Alex's life stepped forward, offering quiet congratulations, soft touches to Mira's shoulder or hand, or simply nods of deep respect.
None of them commented on the nudity.
Because this wasn't about bodies.
It was about devotion.
Alex stood tall, silent, his arm gently around Mira's waist as she leaned into him. His eyes met each of theirs — silently acknowledging them.
The weight of what he had done.
The time he had spent.
And the life he had created.
Reyne was the first to break the silence.
"Was it… intense?" she asked, trying to sound casual, but failing to hide her fascination.
Mira only gave a dreamy, exhausted smile.
"…Sixteen years. Over a thousand times."
Hanabi blinked.
Airi cleared her throat.
Even Morgan's expression twitched slightly.
"...Of course," Morgan muttered. "Only you would go that far."
Amaterasu smiled faintly.
"It is no ordinary child," she said. "It will carry not just his magic… but yours, Mira. A child of desire, loyalty, and time."
Mira touched her belly again.
The mark pulsed softly.
And she smiled.
"I hope it's a girl," she whispered. "So she can know what it feels like… to be loved without end."