The balcony erupted into chaos.
Guards poured from hidden alcoves—rune-staffs crackling, extraction beams lancing through the night air. Veyra stepped back, violet eyes gleaming behind her discarded mask, lips curved in cruel amusement. "You walked right into it, Voss. Bold. Stupid."
I summoned blue flame—hot, roaring in both palms—and hurled a wave at the nearest guards. They screamed as fire licked their armor, melting runes, searing flesh. Sylvara vanished into shadow—reappearing behind two, daggers flashing, throats opening in sprays of red. Liraya drew her concealed blade—silver arc taking a staff in half, then the wielder's arm.
Mirael pressed against my back—small hands clutching my coat. "I saw this… but not the end. It changes. You change it."
Veyra laughed—low, mocking. "Your little oracle can't save you now."
She raised her hand—violet energy coiling like a whip. I shadow-stepped forward—strength graft surging—grabbed her wrist mid-cast. The energy fizzled against my palm, harmless. Her eyes widened—first real surprise.
I slammed her against the balcony railing—back to the city lights, breasts heaving under the black gown. "You wanted me here. Admit it."
She bared teeth. "I wanted your head. On a spike."
I pressed closer—body pinning hers, cock already hard against her thigh through the velvet. "Liar. You've been watching. Listening. You know what I do to women who challenge me."
Her breath hitched—nipples stiff against my chest. "You're delusional."
I ripped the gown's neckline—fabric tearing, heavy breasts spilling free. Pale skin, dark nipples begging. She gasped—half fury, half something else.
The guards hesitated—seeing their mistress exposed. Liraya and Sylvara closed ranks—blades and shadows holding the line.
Mirael whispered, "She wants it. The vision… she submits. But it hurts her pride."
I palmed Veyra's breast—rough, possessive. She moaned—soft, involuntary—then bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Fight me," I growled. "Or beg."
She shoved—weak. I caught her wrists, pinned them above her head against the railing. Leaned in—lips brushing her ear. "Tell me the transport details. Route. Guards. Time. Or I fuck the truth out of you right here."
Her thighs pressed together—friction betraying her. "You wouldn't dare. Not in front of them."
I ground my cock against her—thick ridge pressing her clit through silk. She whimpered.
"Watch me."
I tore the gown higher—slit ripping to her hip. No undergarments. Cunt already glistening—swollen lips, clit peeking. I freed my cock—hard, leaking—and notched at her entrance.
She froze. "Stop—"
I thrust—slow at first, stretching her. She cried out—head falling back, violet eyes glazing. Tight. Hot. Clenching like she'd been waiting for this.
The guards stared—frozen. Some lowered staffs. Others shifted uncomfortably.
I fucked her against the railing—deep, deliberate strokes. City lights twinkling below. Wind whipping her raven hair.
"Talk," I snarled—thrusting harder.
She moaned—broken. "Aqueduct… midnight… twelve guards… rune wards… she's in the lead carriage… visions chained…"
I angled—hitting that spot inside her. She sobbed—hips rocking back despite herself.
"More."
"Veyra's orders… kill on sight… but… but I… I wanted to see you first…"
I grinned—feral. "Good girl."
I fucked her faster—railing creaking. Her breasts bounced—nipples grazing my chest. She came—hard, sudden—walls fluttering, squirting around my cock, soaking my thighs.
The confession poured out between gasps. "She's… resistant… wants to die… before the machine-core… please… don't let them…"
I buried deep—came hard—flooding her, marking her womb. Obsession sealed. The graft wasn't a skill this time—just raw, possessive binding. Her mind cracked open—secrets leaking like cum down her thighs.
She slumped against me—panting, trembling. "You bastard… I hate you."
I kissed her—filthy, claiming. "You'll learn to love it."
Sylvara shadow-stepped to us—dagger at Veyra's throat. "We have what we need."
Liraya nodded—blood on her blade. "Time to go."
Veyra looked up—violet eyes dazed, obsessed. "Take me with you. Or kill me. I can't go back… not after this."
I pulled out—cum dripping down her legs. "You'll come. But on your knees. My rules."
She shivered—nodding once.
We shadow-stepped off the balcony—Sylvara carrying Veyra, Liraya guarding Mirael. Guards shouted—too late. Alarms wailed across the upper city.
We vanished into the night—new intel burning in my mind, new woman bound to me.
The transport left at midnight.
We'd be waiting.
And Veyra—my greatest enemy's daughter—was now mine.