Chapter 177: The Ironclad Lineage (R-18)
The air inside the royal chambers was thick. It was suffocating and heavily saturated with the sweet, intoxicating scent of pink succubus mana. Ramona lay completely exhausted against the dark silk pillows behind me.
The ancient Level 90 Calamity was totally spent. Her golden hair was damp with sweat, and her elegant reptilian tail twitched occasionally in a state of blissful, post-coital paralysis.
I did not give the remaining Queens a single second to breathe. My Level 68 consolidated vessel was humming with infinite, unyielding stamina.
I turned my glowing red eyes toward the foot of the massive velvet bed. Lysandra and Kaelith were waiting. They had been with me since the very beginning of the Forge.
They had survived the Zenith Academy dungeons, the abyssal grinds, and the holy wars by fighting flawlessly back to back. Now, they brought that exact same absolute coordination to my bed.
