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How the Daughter of the Dark One Turned Out to be a Void Dweller

[Mature Content] ||| this is a fantasy soulmates romance set in an pseudo-urban setting with lots of deeply traumatic backstories and many deaths on the way, in a magical ancient realm that is not ours but connected to ours in a certain way, and with one of the main plots being descovery. there are countless types of mythical creatures and all coexisting in this world. ||| ...I halted before I could pick the phoenix class, which by the name, and the infinite symble at the side, must be a broken one, as phoenixes are immortal. And before I could press on it, my dad's wise words came to my mind: "You gotta keep something in mind to whenever you find yourself in a position of picking a class in a game, that you'll not be able to change, snowflake. If there is an option that says you can pick 'something else' other than what's on display, always pick that. A normal lesser being would believe that it's better to guarantee that their class is higher, rather than try something random and get screwed over. However, the key to get the greatest class is risking on something," he told me. Not just once, but he told me that countless times. Countless! I swallowed, "Was he preparing me for this?" Clenching my jaw, I moved my finger to the last option, "Okey dokey, dad, I'll follow your lead, since you're the brain of this game," I said under my breath as I was taken over by an inexplicable anxiety. "Hah, don't overthink, this is just a stupid game," I told myself. "But made by dad, so you gotta play it!" Then I pressed my finger on the last option. Lastly, I pressed on the 'input soul age' and added my age, thinking that was just a term related to the stupid game. "24," I mumbled to myself. But then, something weirder happened as the screen text changed. [YOU ARE NOT THE ARCHITECT.] » I AM NOT. » I GOT MY AGE WRONG AGAIN. "What the fuck?" I frowned, pressing the first, and it changed again. [INPUT HOUR OF BIRTH: __:__] I gulped, freaked out, "This shit is old, it can't be an AI, right?" Creeped out, I added my hour of birth, 01:35 am. It changed, again. [WELCOME TO THE DOOM OF AURA, DAUGHTER OF THE ARCHITECT.] [INPUT FULL NAME: _____] A bad kind of chill ran down my spine, "Relax, dad probably just programmed it this way to know it was me… by my hour of birth. It's not something to worry about, relax," I told myself, but my hands were shaking. Swallowing hard, I added it: Hesperia Merikh. [EVENING STAR OF DEATH, WELCOME.] ||| English is not my first language. Original by me.

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XXII · Baby, Do(n't) Get Greedy

🎧 Greedy by Tate McRae

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"Cherryling," he cried against my lips, "I'm on the edge."

"I was too," I descended my lips to his jaw, taking my time kissing his skin, "but you threw me out of it," I sucked where his jaw meets his neck, right where I know he's craving to sink his fangs on me, "its my turn to throw you out of there," I breathed against his skin, bringing my lips to his collarbones, "so we can drown on each other again," then, I did to him what he can't do to me, I bit his shoulder hard but without cutting his skin.

"Cher…Cherryling," he groaned, "don't make me… use it again."

Going further down, I began to kiss his chest, and then I decided to act on my intrusive thoughts and bite his nipples softly, sucking them to see if he felt anything, and I felt as goosebumps swarmed over his entire body. "Nuh-uh, it's my turn to taste you, baby," I purred and licked his chest, my eyes going up to meet his that were pitch black, pupils widening.

"Wha…what do you,"

"You took what you wanted, baby, it's my turn," I purred.

"Cherryling," his voice was roughly deeper, a warning.

But I just grinned like a she-devil. Keeping my eyes on his, I slid my kisses further down, tasting his salty olive skin, kissing his thinner waist and every inch of his sculpted abs until I got to where I wanted, his hips. "You've been so greedy on me, but so selfish," I purred, "you didn't even let me see you fully nude, I didn't even get to see the full extent of this tattoo of yours," my fingers unbuttoned and under the lace that was holding his pants on him. "But I am greedy for you too, baby."

"Fuck, cherryling, this feels bloody fucking good," Dorian cursed, pressing his head back on the pillows, closing his eyes tight. As he clenched his jaw, his hands gripped harder on the blanket, the veins around his eyes beginning to go darker and darker.

Getting up, I got off the bed, grabbed the waistband of his pants and brought it down, off of his majestically toned and long legs, the longest legs I've ever seen in my damn life, all while keeping my attention in his eyes, even if a part of me was craving to be looking somewhere else. "You don't know what fucking good feels yet, baby," I purred, "but I'll show you," I said it with the same confidence he showed me before.

Throwing his pants aside, I finally allowed my eyes to fall down to his cock, and as if reacting to my gaze, what was already frighteningly huge began to grow, more, more, and more, hardening, swelling, and erecting. I could feel his darkened eyes on me, but fuck, I couldn't focus on anything but the monstrous cock that was still getting harder under my eyes. My lips went desert dry and licked it, and as I did, his cock pulsated, a pearl of pre-cum rolling down the graciously fat head and down the thick shaft.

And all I could say was, "Are you sure the shadow cock was really a mirror version of… of this? Was it this big? Because there is no logical way all this would fit in me. What is this? Arm-sized? Are you a monster or something?"

Dorian giggled sensually, a primal giggled that got me throbbing. "You are deeper than you can imagine, cherryling. It was identical."

"Not to doubt you, baby, but I doubt any magic could create any-thing that comes near to being identical to this," I said, frankly honest. "And I mean it. How can you even hide this weapon in your pants?"

When he grinned devilishly, he flashed his dangerous fangs as if all thirsty again, "My cock isn't this big normally, but it grows exponentially when I'm turned on, the more turned on I get, the bigger it gets. And you happen to turn me on more than anyone ever did. Now, will you do what you were going to do with it, or are you scared? Because I've been so hard since I fucked you with my magic, that it's tearing me apart."

"Scared?" I giggled, mischievously. "No. I'm hungrier, baby."

More veins blackened around his eyes, "That's a first."

"You took what you wanted from me, on your terms," I crawled up the bed slowly, eyes on his, "so, let me set my own, yeah?" Bringing my hands to his legs, I began to caress them as I got closer. "I don't want you to using your hands on me, keep them where they are, if you want to touch me, do it with your magic, do whatever you want but with your magic, and your magic only. And you will only do that after I've played with you alone for a bit, okay, baby?"

"That's… torture, cherryling."

"Baby, don't get greedy, let's be fair to how you did me, yeah?"

He closed his eyes, biting his lips, as if he was in pain, "I'll try."

"Good boy," I provoked him and his eyes snapped open, feral, and I grinned at him like a mischievous devilish brat.

"Careful, cherryling, I have an edge," he hummed.

Getting to where I want, I caressed his hips, my eyes teasing him, and withstanding his gaze, I brought my small bare hands to his balls first, and when I touched the swollen huge soft part of him, he trembled with a feral growl, "Haven't you noticed? I'm trying to push you out of it, baby," I whispered, pressing my fingers on his sensitive skin just a bit.

"Fuck," he moaned. "Fuck, don't start there or I'll explode, Ria."

That brought a naughty glow to my face, and I massaged his balls with even more pressure, making him lose his breath, "Why are you holding yourself back, baby? Explode, I'll drink from you, I'm thirsty for you," with my eyes on his and my hands on his sack, torturing him, I sticked out my tongue and licked all the pre-cum that was overflowing from him, from base to head, and sucking the slit of his cock softly, swallowing it.

Closing my eyes for a second, I licked my lips, tasting him.

A moan left my throat as I opened them, "You taste like cocoa, just like I knew you would," I told him.

"I warned you," he groaned, dark veins expanding around his eyes.

Before I could even ask him what he was talking about, his shadow magic spread around us, and hands formed behind my head, grabbing my long hair in a high ponytail and forcing my head back to the head of his cock, which I was glad to abligue. And the second I covered the head with my lips as I took it in my mouth, bringing my hands to the shaft, massaging it, his cock grew harder and without a second, it exploded on my mouth.