THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

Seraphina's back arched as if caught in a dream of fire and frost.

David held her tightly as her body trembled, waves of energy rippling under her skin. The final shudders of the Sacred Essence Cultivation had passed, but the intensity of it still lingered. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat glistening across her pale skin. The chamber was thick with the scent of sex, mana, and transformation.

David didn't move.

He remained inside her, his cock buried to the hilt, his hands gently cupping her trembling waist as he leaned down, lips brushing against her throat. The heat between them hadn't faded, it simmered now, like coals under the surface of something deeper, something awakening.

Veylith stood frozen a few steps away, her crimson eyes wide with something between disbelief and awe.

She had seen Seraphina bleed, writhe, and nearly die. Had seen David devour himself into the storm of divine energy to pull her back. But she hadn't been ready for this, for the sight of her niece transformed, entangled with this maddening boy, her body responding even while unconscious. And now, her eyes fluttered open slowly, tears falling before she could even speak.

"D-David...?"

Seraphina's voice cracked like crystal under pressure. Her arms tightened around his back as she clung to him, burying her face in his chest. Her lips brushed his collarbone as if testing reality.

"I thought... I thought I died. I thought I'd never see you again."

David breathed in the scent of her hair, now streaked with shimmering blue. Her raven-black locks were woven through with deep ocean hues, and when she looked up at him, her irises had changed, no longer pure black, but dark lagoons of blue-green that shimmered with unknown depth.

"You're here now," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I've got you."

Tears spilled freely down her cheeks. Her body, still wrapped around his, shivered with raw emotion. She whimpered as her hands roamed across his back, as if confirming every inch of him.

"I was so scared," she whispered, clutching him. "I was slipping away and all I wanted was to feel you... one last time."

David didn't respond at first.

His mind reeled. Not from her words, but from the ghost of a voice that still echoed inside him: Love Angelica. And before that, the oceanic Sovereign, the immense presence who had agreed to merge his legacy into Seraphina, on the condition David find something unknown. The Sovereigns were watching now. Shaping the world around him.

But the moment Seraphina kissed him again, desperate, wet, filled with longing, he was grounded, pulled back into the present. Her tongue brushed his, her moan was muffled by his lips. She kissed him like a woman who had come back from death and didn't want to waste another breath.

David chuckled softly between kisses.

"Someone missed me," he teased, fingers trailing up her sides, brushing her newly sensitive skin. Her nipples were already pebble-hard again, begging for attention.

"D-Don't make fun of me," Seraphina muttered, cheeks burning as she clung to him. "I'm serious. I...."

She gasped when his hands cupped her full breasts, thumbs circling each pink tip until she arched against him. His mouth caught hers again as he guided them gently to the side, rolling her onto her back. Her thighs parted instinctively, the sheets pooling around her waist.

The blue veins of power beneath her skin pulsed faintly with each heartbeat, her new bloodline now fully awakened.

David watched, mesmerized.

Her transformation hadn't just saved her life, it had made her ethereal. Her skin shimmered with a soft azure undertone, like moonlight through deep water. Her breath came in tiny pants as her legs wrapped around his waist.

"You're glowing," he murmured, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

"Am I...?" she whispered.

He nodded.

"Beautiful. Dangerous. Mine."

She let out a soft cry when he kissed along her collarbone, his hands sliding down to her hips. He thrust into her slowly this time, savoring the way she tightened around him with a whimper.

"D-David... ahhn... s-slower..."

He obeyed, grinding into her with controlled, rhythmic motions, each one a message: You're alive. You're safe. I'm here.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he suckled on her nipples again, fingers digging into her plush hips. Every time he thrust, energy flared under her skin, a dance of magic and pleasure.

Suddenly, glowing runes began to bloom across her body, luminescent sigils in oceanic blue, spiraling along her thighs, curling under her breasts, lighting up with each moan.

"W-What's... happening to me...?!"

"Your power," David whispered, watching the runes ignite. "It's syncing with mine."

Seraphina's moans rose in pitch as her magic pulsed around him, but David grit his teeth and held it back, his core flaring, shadows begging to break loose.

[WARNING: Sovereign power detection. Suppressing output.]

He didn't want to frighten her with the full scope of his return. Not yet.

Instead, he kissed her deeply again, feeding her breath and safety with every press of lips and tongue. Her legs locked tighter around him, her moans became sobs of pleasure.

"I-I love you," she gasped without thinking.

David stilled for just a heartbeat.

Then smiled.

"I know."

He thrust deeper, slow and grinding, rubbing against her most sensitive place until she cried out his name again and again.

Veylith, who had stayed in the shadows with crossed arms, turned away at last.

"Enough," she said, voice dry, trying not to betray her discomfort. "David, let her rest."

He chuckled as he pulled out slowly, kissing Seraphina's trembling stomach. She curled under the sheets, blushing fiercely, hiding her glowing breasts behind the fabric.

"You're no fun," David teased.

Veylith turned back, crimson eyes narrowing. "Finish up. And come find me in the Inverted Cup's main hall. We need to talk."

She vanished with a whisper of wind.

Seraphina peeked out from under the blanket, pouting. "She's angry with me."

"She's angry with me," David corrected, leaning over and brushing her lips.

"She thinks I'm still an innocent child."

"You were never innocent," he grinned.

She laughed breathlessly, pulling him back into her arms.

Their second round began slowly. No rush, no crashing energy.

Just soft kisses. Gentle grinding. Hands that roamed lazily. Her moans were quiet now, intimate, like secrets shared beneath the sheets. David whispered to her between strokes. Praises. Promises. Teasing threats.

"I'm going to fuck you until the runes spell my name," he said against her throat.

"Y-you're so arrogant..." she moaned, hips rising to meet his.

"And you're mine now. All of you."

Their bodies moved like waves meeting shore, ebb and pull, smooth and rolling. Her magic pulsed around them again, but this time it didn't spike. It settled. Tamed. Balanced.

David's climax came slow, with a kiss pressed to her lips and a groan deep in his throat. Her own orgasm followed moments later, body convulsing under him as glowing tears streaked her cheeks.

After, she curled against him, both of them silent.

No words were needed now.

Her head on his chest, his fingers combing gently through her glowing hair, the bed warm with their mingled heat and magic, they had survived.

And something far more dangerous had just begun.