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The Last Primal

Darkness. The ultimate ruler, the true One-Above-All. Everything starts from it, and everything returns to it eventually. People say that in your final moments, darkness seeps in your very existence, engulfs your whole being. They say it’s an incredibly relaxing feeling that takes you on your journey to your afterlife. They say that in the very darkness, the ‘nothingness’ your weary soul will finally be able to rest and relax. This brings up some very philosophical and existential questions. Do you even exist? Follow the epic journey of Aiden, the last primal, a unique and ancient race as he finds his place in a strange, new world, filled with threats and violence. ----- UPDATE: A supportive reader has created a Discord Server. Here's the link if you would like to reach out to me and/or join the community: http://discord.link/Shaele ----- If you would like to support me and leave me a personalized message, you can buy me a 'coffee' at Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/shaele ----- This story (and the world itself) is something I started writing and creating 15 years ago, while I was telling stories with my friends in our regular D&D sessions. The world is a hand-crafted fantasy world, filled with history and lore that we created over the course of years. While I may be new to the writing scene, I will do my very best to bring you an enjoyable experience. Hope you enjoy the journey just as much as I enjoyed creating it.

Shaele · Fantasy
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Chapter 440 - “This might be uncomfortable...” (R16!)

(AN.: Before we get into this next chapter. I have marked it with the R16 tag, meaning that the upcoming scenes will have some racy/piquant scenes. If you feel mildly disturbed by the idea I apologize. 

Still, I hope that by now, most of you have an understanding of my writing style, and trust me not to be tasteless, or indecorous even.)

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'[Yes. You heard it right. If you really, truly want to save your Master… Then Aiden, start undressing her!]'

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For a moment, Aiden hesitated, his hands hesitantly lingered above the modest mounds of Number 3. Though he regained his memories from his days of the 'modern' Urban World, truth be told, he never looked at his Master as a member of the other sex.