The world tilted in a haze of agony and disorientation, the golden light from Elandor's sword lingering like a fever dream on my skin.
I braced for the end, my body locked in Lirael's unyielding circle, every muscle taut against the invisible chains that hummed with sacred energy.
The air thickened, unfurling in the moonlight as if to witness my fall. But then, a shift—a subtle ripple in the fabric of reality, like silk tearing softly under insistent fingers.
The blade descended, its radiant edge slicing through the night with a whisper.
Yet, in that suspended breath, something twisted. A shadow deeper than mine uncoiled from the earth, wrapping around Elandor's form.
His eyes widened in shock, the golden light flickering erratically on his face, casting hollows in his cheeks that deepened the lines of his elven features.
The sword, caught in the sudden surge, veered impossibly, the momentum carrying it back toward its wielder.
A sickening tear echoed through the clearing, flesh yielding with a wet, a rip that sent a chill racing down my spine.
Elandor's head separated cleanly, tumbling to the mossy ground with a dull thud, rolling to a stop at my feet. His hair splayed like spilled moonlight, eyes frozen in surprise, the warmth of life fleeing his features in an instant.
Blood pooled beneath, dark and glossy, steaming faintly in the cool air, its coppery richness mingling with the forest's damp earthiness.
Lirael's scream shattered the silence, raw and piercing, like shards of crystal fracturing in my ears.
"Brother! No—Please..... No" Her voice cracked, laced with disbelief and grief, her body crumpling as the magical circle beneath me dissolved into wisps of fading light.
The bindings released me with a sigh, the tingling warmth receding from my limbs like a retreating tide, leaving my skin prickling with sudden freedom.
I staggered, knees buckling slightly, the wounds from Elandor's earlier strikes throbbing—a shallow gash on my arm weeping warm rivulets that traced lazy paths down my skin, the sting blending with the night's humid.
I blinked against the lingering blindness, spots dancing like fireflies in a void, but my vision cleared in fragments.
The forest came back into focus: twisted branches arching overhead like protective arms, leaves rustling softly in a breeze that carried hints of distant rain.
And then...above it all, a figure hovered in the sky, suspended as if cradled by the moon itself. She was ethereal, a vision of forbidden allure descending into my chaotic world.
She floated with effortless grace, her form outlined by the pale glow of the night sky, curves accentuated in the soft luminescence.
Red hair cascaded in silken waves down her back, catching the moonlight like threads of molten ruby, framing a face of porcelain perfection.
A white veil draped delicately over her features, sheer enough to hint at the full lips beneath, curved in quiet reverence. But it was her eyes—or the absence of them—that captivated: a black eye mask, intricately laced, blindfolded her gaze beautifully, turning vulnerability into an intoxicating mystery, as if she saw the world through senses far deeper than sight.
Her attire was a symphony of contrasts, sensual and commanding in its elegance. A white saintess skirt flowed around her hips, light as mist, brushing against lacy black thigh-highs that clung to her legs like a second skin, the delicate patterns whispering promises of hidden touches.
Over stockings, they led to high-heeled, lace-up boots that gleamed with polished allure, their height lending her an air of poised dominance even in descent.
The black latex bustier hugged her torso, molding to the generous swell of her breasts—full and inviting, rising with each gentle breath, the material taut and shiny, accentuating the soft curves that dipped into a narrow waist. Long black gloves sheathed her arms up to the elbows, sleek and inviting, fingers tipped with subtle elegance.
Atop her head, a red halo shimmered faintly, not harsh fire but a warm, pulsing aura that bathed her in crimson light, like embers glowing beneath silk sheets.
She descended slowly, her skirt billowing softly, the air parting around her with a hush that made my pulse quicken.
The scent of her approached first—smoke and ash mingled with something sweeter, like charred roses blooming in the night, intoxicating and primal.
Her boots touched the ground with a soft click, moss yielding beneath her weight, and she moved toward me with fluid steps, each one a deliberate sway that highlighted the hypnotic rhythm of her hips.
Before I could gather my thoughts, she sank to one knee, bowing low, her red hair spilling forward like a curtain of flame.
The gesture was profound, her curves shifting with submissive poise, the bustier straining slightly against her form.
"My Lord," she murmured, her voice a velvet caress, low and resonant, wrapping around me like warm silk against bare skin.
"I am Elysiana, The Priestess of the Primordial Demoness Nyxiana. Forgive my tardiness—for not being here sooner and letting them harm you."
Her words hung in the air, heavy with devotion, the red halo pulsing gently, casting a rosy glow on her blindfolded face.
I stared, my mind reeling, the pain in my wounds fading to a dull ache under the surreal pull of her presence.
The forest seemed to hold its breath, leaves stilling as if in worship, the distant hoot of an owl a soft underscore to this impossible scene.
"What... what the hell is happening?" I rasped, my voice rough from exertion, tasting blood on my tongue—mine or Lirael's, I couldn't tell. I glanced at the elf's headless body, slumped like a felled statue, armor dented and lifeless.
The metallic tang sharpened, mixing with the earthy dampness, grounding me in the carnage even as her aura pulled me toward something otherworldly.
Elysiana rose slowly, her movements unhurried, gloved hands folding before her in supplication. Her breasts rose with a deep inhale, the latex creaking faintly, a sound intimate in the quiet night.
"My Lord, there have been... miscalculations in the grand design. The plan to reincarnate you into this vessel was meant to unfold seamlessly, awakening your true essence without such peril. Shadows interfered—elven zealots, in fear of the prophecies. I should have arrived sooner to shield you from their light."
Her blindfolded eyes tilted, as if sensing me through the mask, the red halo flickering like a heartbeat.
The air around her warmed, carrying her scent closer, enveloping me in tendrils of smoke-kissed sweetness that made my head swim.
'Reincarnation? Lord?' The words echoed in my skull, stirring fragments of memory—flashes of power, of blood and darkness that felt like...
Before I could press further, Lirael's sobs erupted anew, wrenching and broken, cutting through the haze like thorns.
She knelt beside Elandor's body, hands trembling as she cradled his severed head, tears streaming down her cheeks, glistening like dew on her pale skin.
"Brother... why? You can't leave us like this!" Her voice fractured, raw with loss, the sound echoing off the trees, stirring the underbrush with its anguish. She rocked gently, her mage robes disheveled, the scent of her earlier blood—sweet and potent—lingering faintly, now tainted by grief.
Elysiana's posture stiffened, a subtle tension rippling through her form, her curves tensing beneath the bustier. Displeasure etched her features, lips pressing into a thin line visible through the veil.
"Noisy,"
she whispered, more to herself than me, her voice cooling like ash settling after flame. With a flicker of her gloved hand—elegant fingers splaying like petals unfurling—a pulse of dark energy lanced out, invisible but potent, wrapping around Lirael like silken restraints.
The elf's sobs cut off mid-breath, her body slumping forward into unconsciousness, head lolling against Elandor's chest.
The clearing fell silent once more, save for the soft rustle of leaves and my own ragged breathing.
Elysiana turned back to me, her expression softening, the red halo steadying its glow.
"Forgive the interruption, My Lord. She is but a fleeting shadow in your path. Now, allow me to heal you. Your vessel bears the marks of their assault—let me soothe them."
She stepped closer, her boots sinking into the moss with deliberate grace, the thigh-highs whispering against the fabric of her skirt.
The warmth from her halo extended, brushing my skin like a gentle exhalation, chasing away the night's chill.
I felt exposed under her unseen gaze, the wounds pulsing in rhythm with my heart— the slice on my thigh a deep throb, warm blood trickling down, soaking into my pants with sticky insistence; the nick on my shoulder a sharp bite that radiated heat.
"Wait," I said, holding up a hand, though my voice wavered, drawn inexorably into her orbit.
Her scent enveloped me fully now, a heady blend that stirred something primal, making my veins hum with anticipation.
"What do you mean? And why... why call me Lord? I don't remember any."
Elysiana paused, mere inches away, her presence a tangible force— the subtle rise and fall of her chest drawing my eyes despite myself, the curves of her breasts straining the latex with each breath, inviting and forbidden.
She reached out, gloved fingers hovering near my injured arm, not touching yet, but close enough that I felt the cool silk of the material tease the air between us.
"In time, My Lord, the veils will lift. You are the heir to our Lady Nyxiana, the one foretold to reclaim the Primordial's throne. This world—this body—is but a bridge to your awakening. The miscalculation lay in the timing; your powers stirred sonner than predicted, drawing these hunters like moths to flame. But I am here now, as sworn."
Her touch finally came, light as a feather, pressing against the gash on my arm. A surge of energy flowed from her palm, dark and soothing, like cool water cascading over heated skin.
The pain ebbed, the wound knitting closed with a tingling warmth that spread through my limb, sensual in its relief—fibers mending like threads weaving in a lover's embrace, the blood flow staunching to a gentle pulse. I gasped, the sensation intimate, pulling a low hum from my throat.
"It feels... incredible," I murmured, watching as the skin sealed seamlessly, leaving nothing behind but smooth skin.
She smiled faintly, the curve of her lips visible through the veil, blindfolded eyes tilting as if drinking in my reaction.
I stared at her, unable to resist, tho she was taller than me, the pull of her submission weaving through me like invisible threads.
She knelt again, her skirt pooling around her like spilled cream, the lace of her thigh-highs catching the moonlight in intricate patterns.
Her gloved hands worked with reverence, parting the fabric of my pants gently, exposing the deeper cut.
The night air kissed the raw flesh, cool and invigorating, before her touch descended.
Energy bloomed once more, deeper this time, seeping into the muscle with a slow, undulating warmth that made my breath hitch.
It was like being enveloped in darkness, the pain dissolving into waves of pleasure-pain, each fiber realigning with exquisite care.
Her fingers traced the edges, not pressing but guiding the magic, the latex smooth and unyielding against my skin, a contrast that sent shivers racing up my spine.
"Breathe with it, My Lord," she whispered, voice husky with focus, her red hair brushed my leg like silken flames.
System Screen Flickered Infront of me again
[🎉 CONGRATULATIONS 🎉]
[QUEST: Survive (COMPLETE)]
[Rewards: 150 Coins]
[Shop Balance: -420 Coins]
[Host is required to take a rest before System is properly booted up, Till then Functions will be locked]
[Mini Quest: Follow Elysiana to the castle and Replenish Yourself.]
[Emergency Protocol: Deactivated]