*POV: Kylian*
*Domain of Nyx: Eternal Night*
The eternal night wrapped Nyx's domain like a sheet of ink. Billions of stars twinkled above us, hanging in a moonless, horizonless sky. The bed was immense, carved from polished obsidian that reflected the constellations like a black mirror. The sheets slid cool against my dark skin.
I was lying on my back, my long white hair tipped with green fanned out around my head, while Nyx slowly rode my hips.
Her sheer black dress had slipped off her shoulders, revealing her extremely pale, almost translucent and very cold skin. Her heavy breasts rose with each breath, nipples hard and pale like frost pearls.
Her long black hair, streaked with shimmering strands that caught the starlight, cascaded over her breasts, brushing them with every movement.
Her eyes, two bottomless abysses without irises that sometimes held bursts of stars, stared at me without blinking. Her pallid face remained expressionless, but I could read the desire in the almost imperceptible tightening of her plump lips.
I gripped her narrow hips, my fingers sinking into the icy flesh. She lowered herself onto me slowly, her inner heat violently contrasting with the coldness of her skin. A rough groan escaped me as she completely engulfed me.
Nyx threw her head back, her black hair sweeping across my chest, and a breath left her lips.
"I love you so much..."
At first she moved with divine precision, her muscled thighs clamping my sides. Her heavy breasts bounced lightly with each descent, the shimmering strands of her hair catching starlight.
"And it's mutual, My Night."
I slid a hand along her flat stomach, up to one heavy breast, squeezing it gently.
"No... I doubt you can really understand..." she murmured to herself.
'And how the fuck am I supposed to never understand? You've been keeping me kidnapped for two thousand years just to fuck in your domain all night long. Fucking yandere nymphomaniac!' I roared inside my head.
But her skin was so cold that my palms instantly warmed against it. She moaned again and sped up the rhythm. She was driving me a little crazy for her.
"Kylian..." she finally murmured, voice soft. "Do you really have to go to Midgard?"
I nodded, my fingers digging into the round, firm flesh of her ass. "It's necessary."
She leaned forward, her black hair forming a curtain around us, her breasts brushing my chest.
"Let me help you," she insisted, and for the first time I caught a crack in her icy mask, a flash of wild possessiveness. "I can kill everything for you. I will spread a night so thick over the twenty-seven Worlds that nothing will breathe anymore."
I shook my head, my hips rising to meet hers. "No. If you break free from Tartarus, Ragnarok will begin."
She smiled. A smile without warmth, but one that made a star shine in her eyes. "I don't care about Ragnarok. The world can burn as long as I can die with you."
Her movements became more violent. She straightened up, hands planted on my chest, nails raking my dark skin. Her heavy breasts now swung forcefully, hard tips tracing lines across my torso.
I grabbed her wrists, pinned them above my head, and flipped our positions in a flash. She ended up on her back, black hair spreading like an ink pool on the obsidian.
I entered her nectar garden again, deeper and faster. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back.
"Hmmm~ Haaahh, You know exactly how to drive me crazy!"
Her moans turned into muffled cries, hips rising to meet each thrust. Her white skin glistened with cold sweat, breasts bouncing with every impact. I bit her shoulder, tasting her cold, sweet skin.
"I don't want you to leave my domain," she breathed between moans, fingers burying in my white hair. "I don't know when I'll see you again."
I slowed down, lips against her ear. "I'll come back. If I stop Ragnarok, we'll be together until the end of time."
She looked at me, abyssal bottomless eyes. "You better. If you dare die, I'll torment you even in death. Don't forget my son is Thanatos."
I smiled nervously, a shiver running down my spine.
'Fuck, these yandere milfs are gonna kill me one day...' I thought, remembering Tiamat, Isis, Freyja... I would have to comfort them one by one so they stay dormant during the final battle. I didn't even know if I would come back alive.
Nyx tightened her legs around me while nibbling my mouth. "You have to come back." she ordered, her voice suddenly sharp despite her expressionless face.
I resumed my movements, slower, deeper. Her moans became sighs, then cries. I slipped a hand between us, fingers finding her hard, cold clit. She arched violently, breasts pressing against my chest, black hair spreading like raven wings. Her eyes rolled back, stars exploding in her pupils.
...
She got on all fours, round white ass offered, black hair cascading down her back. I grabbed her hips, fingers sinking into icy flesh, and slammed into her in one sharp thrust. She cried out, a primal sound that made the stars above tremble. Her heavy breasts hung, swinging with each thrust. I slid a hand underneath, squeezed a breast, pinched the nipple. She moaned, arched, ass slapping against my hips.
"Harder," she ordered, voice broken with pleasure.
My thrusts became brutal, possessive. Her moans turned into screams, black hair whipping the air with each impact.
Her white skin reddened under my hands, finger marks appearing on her hips, ass, breasts. I flipped her onto her back, legs over my shoulders, and entered her again, deeper than ever. Her abyssal eyes stared at me, star-tears streaming down her temples.
"Kylian..." she moaned, voice trembling. "Don't go."
I kissed her, lips against hers, tasting frost and night. "I'll come back."
We reached orgasm together. She arched, breasts crushing against me, legs shaking around my neck. A silent scream left her lips, her eyes filling with shooting stars. I growled, emptying inside her, fingers digging into her hips one last time.
We stayed like that, entwined, breaths mingling. Her cold skin against my warmth. Her black hair spread across my chest. Her heavy breasts pressed against me. She traced icy circles on my skin, abyssal eyes fixed on mine.
"You better come back, Kylian," she murmured one last time while watching me get up from the bed.
I slicked my hair back. Bandages began to cover my body, snaking over my skin like serpents. A green mist enveloped me, hiding my features.
"Kylian is going to end Ragnarok."
I stood up, naked under the stars, my body already half-hidden by the mist. Nyx remained lying on the obsidian bed, her sheer black dress half-raised, heavy breasts rising with each breath. Her abyssal eyes followed me until I disappeared from her domain and a thin blade of a tear fell...
[Prepare yourselves! Act 370 is about to begin!]
Kylian sighed while looking at the message from the Universal System.
'How many fucking Acts are there exactly?'
[Act 370: Ragnarok.]