Finding The Darth Society
Trent swirled through the sky, the location fixed in his mind after telepathically communicating with the Beast, revealing the whereabouts of the other who had tamed it.
He had flown over the Dungeon gate rift where the centaurs were locked in battle, prompting his dragon to unleash a torrent of fire over the creatures below, offering aid before steering towards the Darth Society.
The dragon's neck led the way through the thick, dark, cold clouds, with Trent on its back, navigating smoothly with the rhythmic beat of its wings. 'I wonder what other levels of a tamed dragon could be,' Trent mused, his eyes dropping to the clouds that were gradually revealing the location of the Darth Society.
Trent couldn't help but marvel as the little civilization beneath him came into view, more than just advanced—it was a fortress of red and black, complex-shaped buildings surrounded by towering, snow-capped mountains. 'Is this real? Looks like technology in the Paradox,' Trent thought in confusion, guiding the dragon to glide closer to the civilization.
The Darth Society resembled a little city, meticulously organized, with buildings of varying shapes and sizes. And there were hardly any figures or bustling activity visible to Trent. All he could see were nicely shaped structures and....a dome.
As Trent and his dragon approached, the dome encasing the Darth Society began to reveal itself, a manifestation of Red Essence. This realization pleased Trent, as it could only mean the head Darth Lord was present, and his Essence was what sustained the manifestation.
Trent stretched out a hand and commanded, "Burst." A ball of intense Red Essence shot from his palm, smashing through a section of the shield. His dragon could have easily flown right through it, being an embodiment of Mana where Essence would be subordinate. However, Trent had just wanted to announce his presence with the shattering dome.
The burst of Essence alerted everyone instantly. Trent could see Darths rushing out, clad in black, quickly identifying them as Darth Assassins. They belonged to two major races: Elvarian and Infernian. Their eyes widened in shock at the sight of a figure riding a dragon toward them. Cries of alarm filled the air, and even a bell rang out in the distance as the Darths began to manifest Essence to protect the society.
Trent observed, his eyes skimming everything quickly and even sending Claw to take another wing. He noticed the Darths drawing their Mana into Essence to form weapons and Manifestations. Trent scoffed and simply ordered the Dragon to attack. His tamed Beast did as it was told, rearing back its head and drawing a deep breath before releasing a torrent of fire.
Flames roared out of the dragon's mouth, pouring onto the snowy paths and engulfing the brave Darths. Trent zoomed over the magnificent buildings as screams of terror, warnings, and agony filled the air. The fire spread quickly, consuming everything in its path and turning the once orderly paths into rivers of flame.
After unleashing a few more torrents, Trent unmanifested his Beast, which dissolved into pure energy. He descended to the snow in front of the largest monument he could see, aided by his wingsuit. As he landed, he rolled smoothly and deployed his lightsaber, ready for the next move.
Five Darth Assassins approached him menacingly, eager for battle with their palms flaming with their respective Essence colours, their black boots crunching the snow. One of them was a devil, a very voluptuous devil at that, and the thought of fucking her did not fail to cross Trent's mind. However, he quickly realized why he found her so fuckable. 'Aren't you Zhen?' Trent asked in his mind. Although he had been in this world less than 48 hours, he could never forget the face of the devil he had forcefully bred.
Zhen walked to the front of the Assassins and stretched out her Green Essence, manifesting a sword. In one swift, decisive motion, she sliced the head of her colleagues and placed the sword before her as if nothing happened.
'What the heck?' Trent asked himself, his eyes moving from Zhen's determined Infernian face to the blood spilled heartlessly behind her. He got to his feet slowly, sizing up the she-devil and her new all-black Sentinel suit that hugged her figure tightly. "Explain yourself," Trent ordered immediately, his lightsaber powered with Essence as well.
Zhen walked moderately to him, her thighs jiggling with every step she made, and her breasts, which Trent remembered how soft they were, bouncing within the suit. She maintained stern eye contact with Trent as she knelt before him—not on one knee, but both knees.
Trent glared down at her in disbelief as she consciously unzipped the top of her Sentinel suit. Her red breasts with pink nipples dropped out immediately, and Trent instantly had flashbacks of how wet and mild her pussy was as he fucked it in the outskirts.
Zhen upheld her breasts to Trent. "Your seed grows within me every second. I have no choice but to oblige and follow your path," she said like a verse reading. Taking a moment's glance at the bodies she had slaughtered with one strike, she continued, "Moreover, I have saved them from your lethal Mana Manifestations, and now they could be reborn." She looked up at Trent's visor and held her massive boobs even higher. "Please take me and save me from this wrath that might consume me from within."
Trent grinned, his lips stretching impossibly. However, Zhen couldn't see it from his Crimson Knight.
He put his thumb into her mouth, and she obediently sucked and rolled her tongue all around it. Trent loved every moment of this and called himself a genius for fucking her back then.
Trent released his thumb with a smacking, sloppy sound. "Get out of here, then," he said to her as he started towards the monument. "Coz I'm killing everything Darth here."
Zhen watched Trent climb the numerous stairs to the entrance of the monument, her red boobs hanging out in the cold air. She recollected herself and did as he said.