The moment arrived.
She had one job, absurdly simple, impossibly loaded.
Make Karnazul cum.
That was it. No prophecy. No divine ritual. Just the most ancient and stupidly primal test of dominance: take the brooding, eight-foot-tall general of ash and steel, and blow his very literal infernal mind.
Her heart thudded like a warning bell. Every flicker of thought only made things worse. What if it's huge? What if I choke? What if I like it too much?
Images swarmed her - fangs, tongues, fire, and the terrifying possibility of intimacy. Her brain, traitorous and over-imaginative, painted lurid hypotheticals across the walls of her skull. She was a goddess of ruin and lightning, for hell's sake. This shouldn't be the thing that made her knees weak.
Karnazul stood before her, still armored but stripped of his usual violence. There was a reverence to the way he looked at her, like a storm given form.
"Your hands… my liege," he said quietly, kneeling.
Her throat tightened. My hands?
She extended them, clawed and trembling, into his. The warmth of him burned up her forearms. His touch was careful, not worshipful, not hesitant, but devoted. A silent vow wrapped in flesh.
Without a word, he led her through a narrow archway, deeper into the ruin. The air shifted -thickening, darkening, until they entered what must have been her chamber.
It felt familiar in a way that was bone-deep and uncomfortable. The ceilings arched high above like cathedral vaults. Obsidian sconces glowed with trapped lightning, casting jagged shadows. The bed was monstrous, wide enough to sleep a warband - draped in sheets the color of dried blood. At each corner, a statue: a seraphim, wings upraised in agony or ecstasy. Their stone faces stared skyward, mouths frozen in silent scream. The bedposts rose from their backs like sacrificial stakes.
This is so extra, she thought. Of course Past Me slept in a holy desecration altar bed.
Karnazul unbuckled his chestplate, the sound of metal and leather echoing off the chamber walls. His body beneath was not merely sculpted, it was carved, each muscle like armor forged in wrath. A long, pale scar ran across his abdomen like a signature from a god who'd failed to kill him.
Her mouth went dry. Don't stare at the dick. Don't—
She stared.
It was... impressive didn't cover it. It was a weapon. Possibly illegal in three kingdoms. Her mind flatlined.
"I am yours," he said, voice low and gravel-edged. "Command me."
The words jolted something primal inside her. Not just arousal ownership.
She dropped to her knees.
Her clawed fingers wrapped around him, tentative at first, then more sure. He twitched at her touch, breath catching — even Karnazul, ever-stoic, couldn't hide the effect.
She leaned in, lips brushing the tip before taking it in — warm, heavy, pulsing with faint, magical heat. Her tongue circled, testing. When she sank lower, his groan was deep enough to rattle the floor.
Her movements were clumsy at first, Elina's reflexes catching on Donarstraza's monstrous physiology, but soon she found rhythm. Her wings trembled. Her horns ached with some strange, echoing need. He tangled a hand in her hair, not forcing, just grounding himself. She could feel him restraining the urge to thrust, his thighs tense, his breath ragged.
When she pulled away, saliva slicking her chin, his eyes burned with a need that was almost violent.
He swept her up in his arms like she weighed nothing, carrying her to the desecrated bed. She fell into the sheets with a breathless laugh, limbs sprawling.
He climbed atop her, and she stopped him.
"No," she said, voice crackling with divine static. "Lie back. I ride."
He obeyed.
Her thighs straddled him, the heat between them almost unbearable. She lowered herself slowly the stretch -maddening, the sensation overwhelming.
When he filled her, she gasped, head thrown back. It was big and she loved it. Moaning as she gripped it tightly, placing it properly in her pussy. Her claws dug into his chest as she moved, riding him, slow at first, then faster -chasing the rhythm her body demanded. Her wings flared wide, every movement a thunderclap.
He gripped her waist like a man drowning. When he thrust up into her, she cried out, nails raking across his skin. He slapped her ass - hard. She growled, meeting the motion with vicious satisfaction.
The room echoed with their sounds, flesh, breath, whispered curses. Power radiated from her with every pulse, the very air vibrating with unstable energy.
He came with a shudder, a wordless roar that rocked through her bones. His grip on her hips tightened to bruises, and she felt the heat of him inside, not just cum, but magic, pouring into her like molten fire.
She collapsed against his chest, skin slick with sweat and something older than lust. He wrapped his arms around her, lips brushing her temple.
"I am yours," he whispered again, voice hoarse. "Always. Until flame dies. Until time ends."
She smiled against his skin, trembling.
She'd just made a demonic warlord swear eternal loyalty by riding him like a queen.
"My Liege," his voice rumbled, deeper and richer than before, resonating in her bones. It wasn't just respect now; it was absolute conviction. "My life. My blade. My very essence… they are yours, Donarstraza. For eternity. The Realms will know your fury again. I shall be the storm that heralds your lightning, the shield that guards your glory. None shall touch you while breath remains within me. This, I swear upon the Void and the Nine Hells that writhe within it."
The oath hung in the air, thick and tangible, binding in a way that went beyond mere words. Donarstraza felt the weight of it settle upon her, not as a burden, but as an anchor. The sheer, terrifying power radiating from him was now unequivocally hers to command. The fear she'd felt earlier hadn't vanished entirely – he was still Karnazul, Lord of the Nine Blades, a force of destruction – but it was now tempered by a profound sense of security and… belonging. A flush, unrelated to the ambient heat, crept up her shimmering purple-red neck.
She placed a hand, claws retracted, gently on his horned head. The contact sent a fresh, pleasant jolt through her, a lingering echo of their connection amplified by the system's recent interference. "Rise, Karnazul," she commanded, her voice softer than before but no less resonant. "Your oath is heard… and accepted. Stand by my side."
He rose, a monument of ash-grey muscle and dark metal. He stood taller, prouder, his gaze never leaving hers. The distance between them felt charged, intimate, yet also fundamentally changed. He was hers, utterly. And the terrifying vulnerability she'd felt was momentarily eclipsed by the sheer power now backing her.
As if triggered by the completion of the oath, the blue system screens exploded into her vision, brighter and more insistent than ever.
[QUEST COMPLETE: Strengthen the Bond]
[Rewards Claimed!]
★ Experience Gained: 500 XP!
★ [Level Up!]
★ [Level Up!]
★ [Level Up!]
★ +1 to All Attributes!
★ Skill Evolution: Primal Seduction (Lv.1 → Lv.2)!
★ [??? Reward Unlocked: Primordial Resonance]
[Level Up!]
[You are now Level 2!]
[HP +25!]
[MP +10!]
[Stamina +20!]
[Constitution +2!]
[Intelligence +2!]
[Gained 5 Free Attribute Points!]
[Level Up!]
[You are now Level 3!]
[HP +25!]
[MP +10!]
[Stamina +20!]
[Constitution +2!]
[Intelligence +2!]
[Gained 5 Free Attribute Points!]
[Level Up!]
[You are now Level 4!]
[HP +25!]
[MP +10!]
[Stamina +20!]
[Constitution +2!]
[Intelligence +2!]
[Gained 5 Free Attribute Points!]
[Primal Seduction has evolved to Level 2!]
[Effectiveness increased! Range increased! Subtlety improved! Resistance to incompatible targets enhanced!]
[New Trait Acquired: Primordial Resonance]
[Description: A profound connection forged with Karnazul, Lord of the Nine Blades. Allows for subtle empathic sensing of his emotional state and physical proximity. Enables minor, instinctive coordination in combat. Potential for deeper power synergies unlocked. (Trait Strength scales with bond depth and mutual trust).]
[Attribute Summary Change:]
★ Strength: 15 → 16 (+1 All) → 17
★ Dexterity: 12 → 13 (+1 All) → 14
★ Constitution: 15 → 17 (+2 Lvl2) → 18 (+2 Lvl3) → 19 (+2 Lvl4) → 20 (+1 All) → 21 (Massive HP boost!)
★ Intelligence: 20 → 22 (+2 Lvl2) → 24 (+2 Lvl3) → 26 (+2 Lvl4) → 27 (+1 All) → 28 (Huge MP increase!)
★ Wisdom: 10 → 11 (+1 All) → 12
★ Charisma: 25 (???) → 26 (???) (+1 All) → 27 (???) (The '???' pulsed more intensely)
★ Free Points: 0 → 5 (Lvl2) → 10 (Lvl3) → 15 (Lvl4) → 15 Available!
[Mana Pool Expanded! Mana Regeneration Increased!]
[Warning: Mana Intoxication Threshold lowered relative to new pool size. Caution still advised.]
Donarstraza staggered slightly, not from weakness, but from the sheer flood of sensation and information. Power surged through her veins like liquid lightning. Her senses sharpened; she could hear the faint crackle of distant magma flows through the archway, smell the distinct metallic tang of Karnazul's armor more clearly. Her wings felt lighter, yet stronger. The constant thrum of her demonic energy was now a confident, powerful hum. She was Level 4! Three levels gained in an instant! And fifteen free points!
But it was the Primordial Resonance that truly stunned her. She could feel Karnazul now. Not just see him, but sense the steady thrum of his immense power beside her, a dark, comforting furnace. She felt the echo of his unwavering loyalty, the fierce protectiveness, the simmering readiness for violence on her behalf. It was intimate, profound, and slightly overwhelming. The '???' reward hadn't been an object… it had been this.
"Karnazul…" she breathed, looking at him with new understanding.
He tilted his head, a subtle gesture. "My Liege? You feel… different. Stronger. More… present." His crimson eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "The bond…. it sings."
"It does," she confirmed, a genuine, slightly awed smile touching her lips. The terror of being a Level 1 fraud was fading, replaced by the exhilarating potential of Level 4… and the terrifyingly powerful ally bound to her soul. She glanced at the forgotten obsidian claw. Maybe I won't need you as much as I thought. But she made a mental note to pick it up later anyway. A goddess should have options.
Her gaze fell on the fifteen glowing free attribute points. Fifteen! The possibilities were dizzying. Bulk up Strength and Dexterity for melee? Shore up Wisdom to control her burgeoning power and avoid mana mishaps? Or double down on Intelligence for devastating Lightning Arcs? And what about Charisma, still blinking mysteriously? She felt Karnazul's gaze, warm and expectant. Primal Seduction Level 2 hummed subtly at the edge of her awareness. Later, she decided. Distribute later.
Right now, she needed to test this newfound strength. She focused inward, feeling the crackling energy of her Primordial Spark. It felt… fuller. Easier to grasp. She raised a hand, not in panic or frustration, but with deliberate intent, pointed towards a larger, intact section of the broken throne base.
"Lightning Arc."
The command was calm. The golden light that flared around her hand was controlled, concentrated. The gathering energy hissed, but without the painful jolt. It coalesced in barely a second. Then she released it.
CRACK-BOOM!
The bolt was no longer a sputtering lance. It was a focused beam of incandescent gold, thicker and brighter than before. It struck the obsidian remnant dead center. The explosion was contained, powerful. Molten rock sprayed, but the bolt didn't scatter wildly. Where it hit, a perfect, deep crater smoked, edges glowing white-hot. Her MP gauge dropped, but only by 15 points – still a significant chunk, but her pool was now 98/98! She could cast six of those!
She lowered her hand, smoke curling from her fingertips, a grin spreading across her face – a genuine, fierce expression of power that felt utterly Donarstraza. The fear of the orc invasion didn't vanish, but it was now overlaid with a thrilling anticipation. 187 days? Bring it on.
She turned back to Karnazul, her golden eyes blazing with newfound confidence. "General," she stated, the Primal Seduction skill subtly amplifying the authority and allure in her voice. "It seems we have work to do. This realm needs reminding of who its Goddess is… and we have an invasion to prepare for. Summon whatever forces remain loyal. It's time to rebuild… and train."
Karnazul's answering smile was a flash of sharp teeth, a promise of violence perfectly aligned with her own rising thunder. He slammed a fist against his armored chest in salute. "At once, My Liege. The legions will stir. The Realms will tremble."
Donarstraza looked out through the broken archway at the hellish landscape beyond, the crimson light glinting off her obsidian horns. She was still figuring out the goddess thing, the system, and the unnerving intimacy of her bond with Karnazul. But she was no longer powerless. She was Level 4. She had a terrifyingly loyal general. She had lightning at her fingertips. And she had fifteen attribute points burning a hole in her system screen.
The Fallen Goddess of Lightning and Ruin had truly returned. And she was just getting started. The orcs wouldn't know what hit them.