EVoluTion Begins With A Cell

Ruham, the mighty elven lord, drove forward with powerful thrusts, his hands gripping Seraphina's soft thighs as her moans filled the large, dimly-lit chamber. The room glowed faintly, illuminated by the flickering candles mounted on the walls, casting shadows that danced in rhythm with their bodies. His muscles, honed through countless battles on the field, now found a different war to fight—one where every second counted, every motion needed precision, and his enemy was his own pride and the lust in his wife's eyes.

"Faster... faster!" Seraphina's voice cracked with a mixture of desperation and pleasure, her fingers clawing at the silken sheets beneath them, her back arching toward him, urging him to push harder. Ruham grunted in response, beads of sweat forming on his brow as his hips slammed against her with fervor. His emerald eyes gleamed with determination, flicking up briefly to meet her gaze before he focused once more on the task at hand.

"More, my lord," she gasped, her lips quivering as her body trembled beneath him. Her breath came in shallow gasps as her hips rocked in time with his, her skin flushed a soft pink. The elf lord's hands moved over her, sliding up her smooth thighs before he gripped her waist firmly, pulling her closer with each thrust. His hands were calloused, rough from years of wielding swords, but they handled her body with an expert's touch—possessive yet gentle.

"I'll show you... why they call me the greatest war master!" Ruham growled, his voice deep and commanding. He pushed Seraphina's legs further apart, his powerful frame towering over her as he bent forward. His lips found her neck, biting down softly as she moaned loudly, arching her body into his. With every movement, he seemed more in control, more determined to conquer not just her body but her soul.

His hand came down swiftly, spanking her firm backside, causing a sharp yelp to escape her lips, but instead of retreating, Seraphina cried out for more. Her body responded to his every touch, her hips meeting his in perfect synchronization. "You love it, don't you, Seraphina?" he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Tell me... tell me how much you need me."

Her moans only grew louder, a mixture of pleasure and frustration as his speed increased. She couldn't form coherent words anymore, her head spinning as waves of euphoria built within her. "Yes! Yes, more!" she managed to scream, her nails digging into his broad shoulders as he pushed her further into ecstasy.

Ruham smiled, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he gripped her hips tighter, his pace unrelenting. His lips found her breasts, kissing and sucking on her tender skin, teasing her hardened nipples with his tongue. The sensation made her writhe beneath him, her back arching off the bed as her hands tangled in his hair, pushing his head closer to her chest.

Her body was a battlefield, and Ruham, the seasoned warrior, knew every weak spot, every tender place that would make her scream for him. And scream she did.

Without warning, he flipped her over onto her back, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he positioned himself above her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her eyes locking onto his as they exchanged a look of pure, raw desire. He was close now, and so was she—teetering on the edge of something primal, something uncontrollable.

"You haven't seen anything yet, my naughty queen," he grunted, thrusting into her harder, faster, until her screams echoed off the stone walls of their bedchamber. Seraphina's cries grew louder, her fingers curling around the sheets as the tension in her body coiled tighter.

"I'm going to ruin you, Seraphina," Ruham growled, his voice thick with desire. "I'm going to make sure you remember this night forever."

'After all this is the first time I will win a battle in bed against you.'

Seraphina could only moan in response, her body bucking wildly beneath his as her climax hit her like a wave crashing onto the shore. Her whole body trembled, her breathing ragged as she screamed his name, and it was only then that Ruham allowed himself to finally let go, collapsing onto her, his own release sending a shudder through his massive frame.

But the night wasn't over.

Seraphina's breath came in heavy gasps, but she wasn't finished. She wasn't the kind of woman to be conquered easily. With a mischievous grin, she flipped Ruham onto his back, her hands on his chest as she straddled him. Her long, silver hair cascaded down around them as she leaned forward, kissing him deeply, her tongue sliding into his mouth as she whispered, "Now it's my turn, my lord."

Meanwhile...

Darkness.

Cold and empty, like the void between worlds. It enveloped him, suffocating him, leaving him in a state of frozen awareness. 'I... I'm dead, aren't I?' The voice in Asher's mind was calm, but underneath was a growing sense of panic. His last memory was clear—he had taken his own life, thinking it was the end, hoping for an escape from the torment that had followed him in his second life. Yet here he was, conscious but unable to move. Unable to feel. Trapped.

{You have successfully entered the preliminary phase of being reborn.}

The words appeared in his mind, cold and unfeeling. Reborn? Was he going to be thrown into another life again, forced to live through the same cycle of pain and suffering? The thought made him angry, frustrated.

'Oh, great. Another transmigration. Fantastic. Can't wait to see what new hell awaits me,' Asher thought sarcastically, already tired of whatever cosmic joke this was. He braced himself for the inevitable. 'Alright, here we go. Baby cry imitation, ready! Push me out of the womb, mommy! It's Asher, ready for another round of planet roulette.'

But nothing happened. No sudden rush of light, no crying, no new life waiting to begin. Just... stillness. Time seemed to stretch on forever, his mind spinning in the void, trying to make sense of the situation. What was this? Why wasn't he being born yet?

Then another notification appeared, and this one sent a chill down his spine.

{You have successfully become a cell.}

A cell?

{You have successfully become a sperm.}

Asher's mind reeled, trying to grasp what had just been said. A *sperm* cell? He was... a sperm?

'This is insane!' Asher screamed in his mind, though no sound came out. He was stuck, trapped in the most ridiculous, bizarre situation imaginable. Reborn not as a hero, not as some powerful being destined to save or destroy the world, but as a tiny, insignificant sperm cell.

{First quest: Reach the egg. Be the first to fertilize it. Reward: Another life.}