Desire Dominion: Every Woman Has A Weakness. He Is Theirs

Dust swirled up on the burning crimson lust mark on the ground as the first crystal sun stretched through the sky.

All the burning crimson horses clouding the sky began vanishing one after another, leaving the crystal sky to get back its life.

Strands of silver hair wobbled on Lyra’s shoulders as she walked toward the burning ruins carrying the lust mark. "Master."

Her longsword slipped from her numb fingers and fell, bouncing twice before remaining still. "Why did you have to leave us?"

The hems of her combat suit’s cape swept on the ground as she went straight down on one knee, keeping her elbows on the other.

Her huge breasts bounced while a faint trail of tears snaked down her cheeks.

Stone groans erupted from behind her as countless footsteps began nearing her.

A cloth-rustling sound erupted as Mia, the Crimson Sovereign, stopped at Lyra’s side and placed a hand on her right shoulder. "No need to worry, Lyra."

Sharp air flashed on Mia’s arm when Lyra shifted a wild gaze toward her. "NO NEED TO WORRY?"

A sharp bone-crackling sound echoed as she clenched her jaw hard. "IS THAT ALL YOU CAN SAY?"

Mia pulled her hand off Lyra’s shoulder and moved a step back. "Why are you shouting at me, Lyra? You weren’t the only one he left behind."

The hair on Lyra’s arms rose when she sighed heavily and stood up. "Ooh, okay!"

Heavy strains rattled through her combat suit when she turned and looked straight into Mia’s eyes. "WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME..."

A faint chuckle escaped Lyra’s throat when she saw the glowing white sigil of Levi on Mia’s neck. "SO BECAUSE HE LEFT THAT ON YOU, YOU THINK YOU’RE NOW ONE OF US!"

A loud slap sound blasted through the calming, hitched air as Lyra laid her right palm on Mia’s cheek, giving her a hard, dirty hit. SLAP! PAH!

The heavy golden staff of Mother Beatrice and the white prayer dress of Saintess Lilith shifted forward with sudden heat as both women closed the distance.

Mother Beatrice slammed the base of her weapon on the ground and stood by Lyra’s side while Saintess Lilith stood by Mia’s.

The hems of Saintess Lilith’s white prayer dress, which looked small on her body due to her buildup, brushed against Mia’s when she placed a hand on Mia’s shoulder. "It’s okay, Mia. You belong here."

A scoff burst out of Lyra’s mouth when she stretched a sharp arm toward Saintess Lilith. "So in all that she did trying to kill master, you’re standing by her side and acting as if she was one of us, Lilith."

Lyra’s cheekbone hardened as she spat a huge glob of saliva on the ground. "I’m disappointed in you, Saintess Lilith."

Metal clicked sharply in the air as Senna moved forward, thumbing the blade of her black, jagged dagger. "Guys, guys."

Stone parted away as she stopped at the center between Saintess Lilith, Mia, Mother Beatrice, and Lyra. "This is not the time to fight over who was with master and who tried to destroy him."

Hot air flashed out as she exhaled sharply, while shifting glances at them. "We all tried to fight him once."

Lyra sighed in disbelief and laughed. "Look at what the half-blood is also talking about... piece of trash!"

Senna’s face burned with anger, but she swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Inner tension cracked in her shoulders as she forced them to relax, then cracked her eyes open. "Talking about it."

Her chest heaved as she shifted a confused gaze from Saintess Lilith and smiled at Lyra. "Have you forgotten how you ended up getting tamed by our master, Lyra?"

Senna turned her full gaze on Lyra, then planted her palms on her waist. "I saw everything. How you threw him into the weapon hut to kill him and instead got filled with his seeds... have you forgotten?"

A sharp blaze flashed out of Lyra’s eyes when she reminisced. ’No one knew I was with him in the hut... how did she?’

Lyra’s breasts bounced against each other as she took in a deep breath.

A low chuckle escaped Senna. "Have you remembered? How his seed kept on dripping off and warming your thighs when he was done with you and left you smiling."

Strands of floating crimson hair flashed through the air when Maya Sirius stepped forward with heat. "CUT THE CRAP, GUYS!"

A crimson glow lingered on her fingertips and eyes when she stopped a short distance away from Senna. "What’s wrong with you all?"

She pointed a sharp finger toward the crimson, burning lust ruins on the ground. "Instead of us coming together and thinking about how to make master return from Neverland, see what you’re doing?"

The hems of her crimson gown slitted through dust when she closed her eyes and shook her head. "Is this how you will repay what he did for us?"

Faint footsteps rammed through the silent air as Isabella and her soldiers rushed forward. "Congratulate me for making him disappear."

A sharp, cunning laughter flashed out of her mouth when she stopped by Shallot’s side. "How do you all feel after becoming fr..."

A loud, wet slap lanced through the air when Shallot slammed her right palm on Isabella’s cheek, shaking her cheekbone. "Shut the fuck up!"

Metal jingles rattled like falling stone when the twenty-nine noble women rushed forward with angry faces. "How dare you slap our princess!"

Colorful glows flashed on their fingertips when they raised their hands.

A cloth-rustling sound flickered as Empress Diana’s royal purple gown waved through the air. "DO IT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU!"

She walked to Shallot’s front and stared straight into the eyes of the twenty-nine high-tier noble women like a lion against its prey.

Isabella’s breasts wobbled as she looked at her mother with confusion. "Mom!"

Empress Diana squinted at Isabella and shook her head slowly. "No one messes with one of my master’s, not even the little ones."

She glanced at the twenty-nine high-tier noble women, then sighed. "Now get back to your post before I get angry."

Small fragments of stone scattered on the burnt, shattered part of the prayer castle’s courtyard as the twenty-nine high-tier noble women walked back, murmuring.

Empress Diana closed in with Shallot and looked straight into her eyes with downcast eyes. "Since you were once at Neverland, how do we get him out?"

A few gray locks flickered against the Empress’s view as Shallot shifted her gaze to the crystal sky and sighed heavily. "It will take a huge number of days and obedience before we can get him out, or he will be allowed to leave."

Mother Beatrice, Senna Drae, Saintess Lilith, Lyra Ashveil, Maya Sirius, and Mia turned worried glances toward Shallot.

Shallot’s shoulders rose and fell when she shifted her gaze back to them. "But..."

A faint smile tore onto her lips when she shifted her gaze to the burning lust ruin on the ground. "He has an upper hand if he ushers the Lust Goddess as his own in five days."