Celestial Realm – The Luxurious Suite
The suite had become a world unto itself, isolated from the endless celestial expanse. Soft, ambient light danced across silk sheets and polished marble, but all of it paled in comparison to the goddess trembling beneath Anuver's touch.
His lips had left hers swollen and glistening. Aurel's golden eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, as though the kiss had unraveled the very threads of her eternal composure. A thin strand of divine essence lingered between their mouths for a moment longer before dissolving into sparkling motes.
Anuver pulled back slowly, savoring her reaction. Her chest heaved beneath the silver-blue robes, the fabric straining against her voluptuous figure with every ragged breath. His thumb traced her lower lip once more, then drifted downward along the delicate line of her jaw, over the frantic pulse at her throat, pausing just above the golden clasp that held everything in place.
"You're shaking," he murmured, voice a low, amused rumble that vibrated through her core. "A goddess of reincarnation, trembling at a simple kiss. How beautiful."
Aurel tried to speak, but only a soft, needy whimper escaped. Her hands rose hesitantly, fingers brushing the open collar of his blue suit jacket before clutching the fabric as if it were her only anchor to reality. Centuries of serene devotion had not prepared her for this for the raw, overwhelming heat of mortal desire amplified by the touch of creation and chaos incarnate.
Anuver's hand settled on her waist, fingers splaying possessively across bare skin where the robes had parted slightly. Divine energy pulsed gently from his palm warm, intoxicating, like being submerged in liquid starlight. Aurel arched into the touch without thinking, back bowing, a breathless moan spilling free as the sensation flooded every nerve.
"My lord…" The words were reverent, desperate. "Please… I am yours. Take me. Break me. Remake me. I exist only for you."
The plea hung in the air, heavy and sincere.
Anuver's golden eyes darkened with satisfaction. He leaned in again, lips brushing the sensitive shell of her ear. "Oh, I will, Aurel. But not quickly. I've waited twenty-seven years for this watching beauties like you from behind a cold screen, hands busy, heart racing. Now you're warm. Real. And entirely mine."
His fingers found the golden clasp. With deliberate slowness not a snap, not a tear, but a command the clasp surrendered. The robes parted like curtains before a divine audience, sliding down her shoulders to reveal flawless, glowing skin. Aurel's massive bust, barely contained even by divine tailoring, spilled forward as gravity and desire took hold. Her blush deepened to a scarlet that spread across her chest, nipples already peaked from the cool air and his unrelenting gaze.
Anuver exhaled slowly, appreciation and hunger clear in his expression. "Perfect."
He guided her back against the plush pillows, the bed yielding softly beneath them. One hand threaded into her cascading blonde hair, tilting her head to expose the column of her throat. His lips descended not gentle now, but claiming. Kisses turned to soft bites, drawing gasps and moans that echoed through the suite like sacred music.
Aurel's hands roamed tentatively at first, then with growing boldness tracing the hard lines of his chest through the open suit jacket, nails scraping lightly over fabric and skin. Every touch sparked more divine energy, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her untouched body.
The heavens outside dimmed completely. Entire constellations shifted, as if granting them absolute privacy.
Domain 5 – Royal Palace of the Crimson Moon Kingdom, Grand Summoning Hall
Far below separated by infinite voids, cosmic barriers, and layers of reality the summoning reached its climax.
The massive golden circle inscribed on the marble floor flared with blinding light. Runes spiraled upward like living flames. Hundreds of nobles, high priests, royal guards, and mages lined the vast hall in perfect formation, their breaths held in collective anticipation.
At the center stood the royal family. Foremost was Princess Lunalith vi Crimson silver-white hair flowing like liquid moonlight, piercing crimson eyes sharp with both hope and wariness, clad in an elegant yet battle-ready gown of black silk and crimson armor plating. A circlet of blood crystals rested on her brow, marking her as heir to the throne.
The light peaked. A thunderous boom echoed through the hall.
Then silence.
A young man materialized in the circle's center, stumbling forward onto one knee. Modern Earth clothes jeans, hoodie, sneakers now dusted with residual magical residue. Dark hair disheveled, eyes wide as he took in the opulent hall: towering pillars carved with lunar motifs, stained-glass windows depicting ancient battles under blood-red moons, and hundreds of eyes fixed upon him.
A translucent blue screen appeared only to his vision.
[Welcome, Chosen Hero Alto Kaze]
[Location: Crimson Moon Royal Palace Grand Summoning Hall]
[Divine Blessing: Predator (Unique)]
[System Artifact Activated]
[Main Quest: Aid the Crimson Moon Against the Rising Darkness]
Alto blinked rapidly, heart pounding. "This… is real."
The hall erupted in whispers.
"A male hero?"
"So young… so plain."
"Can he truly stand against the Darkness?"
Princess Lunalith raised a pale hand. Silence fell instantly.
She stepped forward, boots echoing on marble, stopping just outside the fading circle. Her crimson gaze studied him intently his confusion, his determination, the faint divine aura still clinging to his skin.
"Hero from beyond the veil," she said, voice clear and commanding yet laced with genuine gratitude. "I am Lunalith vi Crimson, First Princess and Guardian of the Crimson Throne. On behalf of my father the King, my people, and all who dwell under the Crimson Moon welcome."
Alto rose slowly, steadying himself. He met her gaze, swallowing nerves. "I'm… Alto Kaze. I don't fully understand what's going on, but if your world is in danger… I'll do everything I can to help."
Lunalith's lips curved in the faintest of smiles approval, relief, and something warmer. "The Goddess has answered our desperate plea. Come, Hero Alto. We have prepared chambers, food, and counsel. The Darkness rises swiftly we have little time to waste."
She extended a gloved hand toward the throne dais. Guards stepped forward in perfect sync. The court bowed as one.
Alto took his first steps into the destiny of Domain 5 unaware that the divine power which had brought him here was, in that very moment, deeply entangled elsewhere.
Back in the Celestial Suite
Anuver's lips trailed lower, drawing shuddering gasps from Aurel as her robes fell away completely. Her body arched beneath him, golden hair fanned across silk pillows like a halo.
He paused for a moment, senses sharpening. Far, far below across infinite distances a faint ripple brushed against his awareness.
The presence.
That ancient, hungry darkness stirring once more in Domain 5. The demon whose influence would soon spread, devouring light, shattering souls, setting the stage for the tragedies he remembered so well from the game.
Anuver felt it clearly.
Then, with a lazy smirk, he ignored it completely.
Let it rise. Let the story play out. I have time. All the time in existence.
His attention returned fully to the goddess writhing beneath him.
"Right now," he whispered against her skin, "the only darkness I'm interested in… is the one I'm about to plunge you into."
Aurel's answering moan was all the permission he needed.
The God-King's indulgence continued unchecked.
The hero's struggle had only just begun.