Part 1 — A Blasphemy in Moonlight
The temple ruins were silent.
Serenya stood in the center of the old prayer hall, bathed in silver moonlight from the shattered dome above. Her priestess robes fluttered in the night wind, barely concealing her form beneath.
Auren entered without sound. She turned, startled—but did not flinch.
"I thought you might come," she said.
"You prayed," he replied. "I answered."
She swallowed.
"I shouldn't feel like this."
"And yet you do."
Her hands trembled.
"I've taken vows. Celibacy. Purity. Dedication to the Lady of Stars."
"And do your gods comfort you at night?" he asked, stepping closer. "Do they hold you when you shake from fear?"
Serenya looked away. Her breath misted in the cold.
"I dreamed of you again. Fire. Thrones. And you, standing above them all, eyes burning like eclipses."
Auren touched her chin, tilting her face to his.
"No more dreams."
Her lips parted.
And then he kissed her.
Part 2 — The Priestess Undone (NSFW)
At first, she resisted. Her fingers gripped his arms with hesitation. But when his hands slid around her waist, gentle but unrelenting, she sighed into him—soft, desperate.
The kiss deepened.
She clung to him like a sinner begging for absolution.
His hands found the knots of her robe. She gasped as the silk slid from her shoulders, baring her golden skin to the moonlight. Sacred glyphs shimmered along her body—marks of divine favor.
They pulsed as he touched her.
And yet… they did not burn.
They welcomed him.
Serenya stared, breathless.
"I should be cast out."
"You're being set free," he whispered.
He kissed her neck. Her collarbone. Her breasts.
She whimpered, falling to her knees before him.
"I can't stop," she said, tears in her eyes.
"You don't have to."
His touch was reverent. Worshipful. Not of a goddess, but of a woman who had never been touched. Never been seen.
She came undone in his arms.
Her moans echoed off broken stone. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her voice broke in a sob as she clutched him tighter, convulsing in his arms.
It wasn't just pleasure.
It was deliverance.
And when it ended, she collapsed against him, trembling.
He held her there, brushing her hair from her face.
"You're not ruined," he whispered. "You're reborn."
She sobbed against his chest.
And whispered:
"I'm yours now."
Part 3 — The First Link in the Chain
When she slept, he stood.
Naked, silent, he traced a glyph on her bare back. A soul-binding rune, ancient and forgotten. Not slavery.
But influence.
A seed.
When it bloomed, her loyalty would become fierce. Obsessive.
He whispered the incantation and sealed it with a kiss.
Serenya sighed in her sleep and smiled.
The first of many.
Auren dressed and left before sunrise.
The stars were fading.
But his power… was returning.
Part 4 — The Echo of Power
That morning, Vexa stormed through the Dunhollow marketplace.
Unleashed. Unsettled.
The masked man—Lord Reven—had vanished like a shadow, leaving nothing behind but bruised thighs and a haunted hunger.
She'd hunted warlords.
Tamed beasts.
But never had she been tamed.
She pressed a hand to her chest.
It still ached.
Worse… she wanted more.
A merchant approached, bowing low.
"Milady, the hunter you commissioned has arrived. The one who finds people. Even the dead."
She turned sharply. "Bring him to me."
If Reven was a ghost, she'd rip his secrets from the grave.
Part 5 — Lyrielle Awakens
In Silverleaf, Lyrielle watched as palace servants polished her armor.
The queen's court bustled around her—elf lords scheming, concubines whispering, warlocks gambling.
And yet… none of it touched her.
Because in her dreams, she saw him again.
Auren.
Standing behind her. Bleeding. Smiling.
"You stabbed me," he whispered.
"I had to," she sobbed.
"Liar."
She woke screaming.
Sweat drenched her.
The mirror reflected her face—pale, drawn, eyes hollow.
She clutched the hilt of her ceremonial dagger and whispered:
"If you live… I'll find you."
But in her gut, she already knew.
He was coming.
And when he did—
She didn't know if she wanted to kill him.
Or beg for his forgiveness.
Part 6 — Whispered Names
By nightfall, Auren returned to The Rusted Fang. The barkeep handed him a sealed note.
"A courier brought it. Said it smelled like roses and regret."
He cracked the seal.
It read:
I don't know who you are.
But I know what you've done to me.
Come to me again, masked man.
Or I'll hunt you down.
—V
Auren smiled.
Two women now danced to his tune.
A priestess of purity.
A noble of claws.
Soon, Lyrielle would join them.
Not in love.
But in obsession.