Raja snapped awake in the Chaos Den, the enchanted pod's runes fading like a cosmic snooze button.
The Forbidden Forest hummed around him, and Dobby, the pint-sized chaos gremlin, popped up, bowing, "Master Raja, back from slaying space uglies? You look like you wrestled a jungle!"
Raja stretched, joints popping, "Dobby, that Predator hunt was a sauna from hell. I'm taking a day off—gimme some chill vibes."
Dobby clapped, "Chill it is, boss! Hogi's itching for a playdate!"
Raja grinned, "That's my kinda therapy." He sauntered into the forest, where Hogi, the glitter-magical sentient of hogwarts, tackled him, hugging his face. "Easy, Hogi!"
Raja laughed, Hugging Hogi, Ragnarok (dragon), unicorns and Fawkes —joined the romp.
Hogi beaming with smile "Big bro Raja, you have to play with me today"
Raja tossed a stick, Ragnarok fetching it like a sparkly missile making raja doubted " did Ragnarok forget he is dragon" , while a unicorn nudged him for scrub. "This is better than any Psychiatric therapy!" he crowed.
MAYA: "Master, you're one cuddle away from being a Disney princess!"
Next, Raja and Myr (Sentient Grimoire), the rune-obsessed chaos nerd persona, holed up in the Den's lab, tinkering with Magi-tech. "Myr, let's juice up our comms runes—Predator chatter was a pain to translate with science tech," Raja said, sketching glyphs.
Myr, eyes gleaming, nodded, "And how 'bout a midget sub for sea adventures? Think underwater treasure hunts like Luffy!" They hammered out a sleek submarine, rune-powered, barely bigger than a coffin but zippy as a dolphin.
Raja smirked, "This baby's my new toy—Myr, you're a genius!"
Myr blushed, "Just keeping up with you, Kid!" They high-fived, the sub glowing with runes like a sci-fi Hot Wheels car.
Raja portaled to Wyllt Industries, strutting into the CEO's office where the Weasley twins—redheaded chaos clones—greeted him.
"Raja, you legend!" Fred (or was it George?) crowed, "Heard you created new sea Toy!"
Raja winked, "Just another Tuesday. Let's talk biz—new runes, subs, and sales." They pored over holo-charts, Raja handing over updated comm runes and the midget sub blueprint. George (maybe Fred) whistled, "This sub's gonna sell like dragon-scale sneakers!"
Raja grinned, "Make it rain, boys—Wyllt's my cash cow."
They toasted with firewhisky, Fred joking, "You're richer than a goblin bank, mate!"
Raja laughed, "And twice as charming!"
Back in Brooklyn, Raja scooped up Rosa and Amy, his partners-in-crime, for a weekend at Japan's swankiest hot spring hotel. "Ladies, pack your skimpiest—time for a steamy getaway!" he purred.
Rosa smirked, "Oh, Raja, you're gonna need lot of stamina drinks!"
Amy giggled, "Challenge accepted!"
The trio unleashed a nonstop sexual marathon, costumes flying—ninjas, pirates, even a sushi chef (Raja's chopsticks got creative). The pièce de résistance?
Rosa in a devil bikini with crimson wings, horns glinting, and Amy in an angel bikini, halo sparkling.
Raja's brain short-circuited, Telepathy overloading with lust. "You two are my personal apocalypse!" he growled, diving into steamy acts that'd make a succubus blush—positions defying physics, moans echoing like a rock concert. Multiple orgasms hit like a tsunami, Raja look at exhausted ladies, fully sated, muttering, "Worth… every… second."
Refreshed, the trio returned to their grind—Rosa & Amy to their precinct.
Raja, craving more chaos, blinked to the Chaos Den, sliding into the enchanted pod. "Maya, soul sleep me back to the Alien and Predator universe—time to stir the pot!"
Maya chirped, "Buckle up, Master—Antarctic adventure awaits!"
Raja materialized in the Comanche Valley, 2004, striding toward the chief's palace, a stone fortress buzzing with guards.
Spotting his Trishul tattoo, they dropped to their knees, "Master Demon!" An envoy scurried up, "This way, sir!" leading him to the chief's office.
There sat Billy Sole, now 40, grizzled but sharp, bowing low. "Master Demon, you honor us!"
Raja waved him off, "Cut the formalities, Billy—you're chief now? Old Chief picked a winner. How's the gig treating you?"
Billy grinned, "Old Chief made me his heir for bringing you back, guardian of the tribe. Been grooming me ever since. Life's good, but in 1990, a sky monster hit Los Angeles—big casualties. A cop smoked it, and the feds buried the story."
Raja laughed, "Humans with backbone? Love it! What's the scoop on Weyland Industries?"
Billy called his secretary, who reported, "We own 25% of Weyland after your tip, Master Demon."
Raja smirked, "Smart move. What's Weyland up to?"
The secretary handed Billy a tablet, "They found a pyramid under an Antarctic island—Charles Bishop Weyland's sending archaeologists."
Billy looked up, "Master Demon, this pyramid tied to sky monsters?"
Raja's grin was pure mischief, "Billy, those Yautja clowns built pyramids for hunt-fests eons ago. I need in on that team—can you hook it up?"
Billy nodded, "Easy peasy. What role?"
Raja smirked, "Archaeologist, linguistic expert, mountain climber. Check your email—I sent my resume."
Using his Chaos Watch, Raja whipped up a bulletproof resume—PhDs, climbing medals, a slick website, and photos of him scaling peaks, all legit-looking.
Billy, jaw dropping, arranged it in minutes, "You're on the Weyland chopper, Master!"
Raja waited at the airstrip, a high-tech helicopter landing. Inside sat Alexa "Lex" Woods, a stunner with Curvy body. (photo)
Raja, smitten, smirked, "Well, hello, adventure." He boarded, spotting Lex napping, her Weyland Industries magazine open. He snagged it, flipping pages, Telepathy scanning her vibe to keep things smooth.
An hour later, Lex woke, catching him. Raja flashed a charming smile, "Busted—sorry for swiping your mag. Rudra D. Raja Kumara, call me Raja—archaeologist, linguistic expert, pro climber."
Lex, disarmed by his grin, shook his hand, "Alexa Woods, environmental tech and guide. Fellow climber, huh? Nice."
Raja, reading her mind, played it cool, "Wait, the Lex Woods? Youngest woman to climb Everest without oxygen? I'm a fan!"
Lex blushed, "You've done your homework."
They bonded over climbing tales, Raja spouting late-night-researched jargon—stratigraphy, phonetics, ice axes—sounding like Indiana Jones with a PhD.
Lex laughed, "You're a nerd in a jock's body!"
Raja winked, "Guilty—keeps life spicy."
They landed on Weyland's Ice Breaker ship, Piper Maru, and Raja, ever the gentleman, hauled Lex's luggage to her room, flexing subtly. "Service with a smile, m'lady," he quipped.
Lex smirked, "Don't strain anything, hero." A message summoned them to the meeting room, where experts—geologists, historians—chatted nervously.
Raja and Lex grabbed corner seats, Raja whispering, "Bet this room's seen less action than my hot spring weekend."
Lex snorted, "Behave, rookie."
Charles Bishop Weyland strode in, all corporate swagger, "My satellites caught a heat bloom under Bouvetøya, a thousand miles north of Antarctica, while hunting minerals. Thermal mapping shows a massive pyramid, hundreds of rooms around a central core."
Raja smirked, "Oh, it's a pyramid, alright—Aztec, Cambodian, and Egyptian vibes mashed up. Bet your experts can't ID the builders, right, Mr. Weyland?"
Weyland's eyes narrowed, "Mr. Raja Kumara, last heir of the Vijayanagara Empire? Billy's recommendation was no joke—your resume's a masterpiece. Who built it, Your Highness?"
Raja waved off the title, "Just Raja. First civilization, pre-ice Antarctica, built it. Dig 2000 feet, sample the rock, and a chemical engineer can date it. You're rushing 'cause other satellites are sniffing, aren't you?"
Weyland clapped, "Sharp as a tack! You'll crack this pyramid and make history, Raja."
Mr. Quinn, the drilling boss, bragged, "My team's the best—we'll bore to that depth in seven days."
Lex frowned, "Training everyone for the ice takes three weeks."
Weyland shook his head, "As Raja said, we're on a clock—no time. That's why we need you, Miss Woods."
Lex, frustrated, stormed out, "Find another guide!"
She packed, muttering, "This is a suicide mission."
Max Stafford knocked, "Weyland wired money to your foundation; chopper's ready to take you home."
Lex asked, "Who's my replacement?"
Stafford replied, "Raja and Gerald Murdock are guiding."
Lex, fuming, marched to Weyland's room, "Gerald's got two seasons of ice time—he's green! Raja's a rookie! You're screwing this up!"
Weyland sighed, "You were our best shot, but you declined."
Lex, steaming, headed to Raja's room to chew him out, barging in—only to find him buck-naked, his chiseled physique and, ahem, assets on full display. She froze, eyes wide, for a solid 30 seconds, Raja scrambling to cover himself, "Lex, a knock would've been nice!"
Lex, crimson, bolted to her room, locking the door, blushing like a furnace, Raja's ripped body burned into her brain.
Raja, after some time, knocked on Alexa's room. She opened it and saw Raja with a smile. Stunned, she started to remember the incident, and her face became as red as a tomato.
Raja adjusted his voice. "Alexa, can I know the reason for your visit to my room half an hour ago."
Alexa controlling herself "How could you accept the mission to guide in the icy depths? You know it is a dangerous trip; people will die without proper training."
Raja chuckled. "Alexa If not us, then Weyland will hire others. Don't you think others are also afraid of the trip? But their thirst for knowledge and discovery is making them take the risk. Don't tell me nobody stopped you when you started to climb Mount Everest. Then why didn't you stop? Did your thirst for achievement make you climb the peak."
Alexa doesn't know how to retort, became calm, and started to speculate and think about the situation and sighed.
Raja decided to change the topic. "Alexa how was my muscular body?"
Alexa unknowingly blurted, "It was hot and Manly,"then became stunned by the words she spoke and, with shyness, didn't look up.
Raja hugged her, lifted her chin, looked at her shy face, and said "cute" and kissed her.
Alexa was shocked by the bold kiss but melted in Raja's embrace, and she also kissed back. Raja's hand roamed around her hot, curvy body and squeezed her ass and made her moan.
To Be Continued…