Starting With an SSS-Rank Goddess Summon!

The heavy timber bed frame beneath them began to creak violently under the relentless physical force of a Gold Core Lord and an SSS-Rank Goddess making love.

Spiderweb cracks formed along the polished wood... but a second later, the territory automatically repaired the timber, keeping the bed intact.

Eluned felt a sixth climax building up deep inside her womb.

"MY LORD! IT’S COMING!" Eluned shrieked into the pillows, her inner walls vibrating violently around his length. "THE BIG ONE IS COMING!"

Silas felt his own member reaching its limit as his shaft twitched violently inside her tight scalding walls with his seed surging up to the crown.

Silas reached his hand forward, gently wrapping his fingers around her long silver-green hair, pulling her head back so she was forced to tilt her face up to look into his golden eyes.

"Elu..." Silas let out. "...I’m gonna cum!"

Eluned felt the intense violent twitching of his length deep inside her core as she looked back into his eyes.

"Do it deep inside, My Lord! Erupt deep inside my womb so you get me pregnant!"

Silas pulled her head back, locking his mouth over hers in a deep and desperate kiss and slammed his hips forward to the absolute hilt one final time.

Silas erupted.

A wave of thick semen shot violently straight into her inner womb entrance!

"Mmmmmhhhhh~"

Shot after shot of his burning thick release flooded her inner core, filling her womb to the brim.

Simultaneously, Eluned’s sixth orgasm exploded through her entire divine soul.

"MMMMMMMMMMFFPH~!"

Both of them moaned wildly into each other’s mouths with their tongues tangled and their bodies locked together in divine union as his warm seed completely filled her deepest depths.

Inside Eluned’s body, the feeling of her womb being thoroughly filled with her Lord’s thick release was a sensation of pure completion.

It felt as though her divine soul had finally found its missing half, cementing her forever as his devoted eternal wife.

The overwhelming wave of physical and spiritual pleasure caused her to break the kiss, her eyes rolling back as she fell face-first onto the mattress in total blissful exhaustion.

Silas slowly stopped thrusting, holding his position for ten long seconds as he let out the final lingering spurts of his release.

He looked down at her trembling body, slowly pulling his shaft out of her tight entrance.

POP!

As his length slipped free, her entrance was so impossibly tight that at first, nothing came out.

...But a second later, the astronomical volume of his release proved far too much for her body to contain.

A thick and continuous stream of his white seed began slowly trickling out from her pink entrance, running down the soft curve of her inner thighs and dripping onto the dark bedsheets below.

Silas stood there, looking down at the massive load dripping from her body... a volume so absurd it looked like something straight out of a Hentai protagonist’s scene and let out a breathless amused shake of his head.

It was an erotic beautiful sight to watch his own seed slowly dripping out of the Goddess he loved.

Eluned lay flat on her stomach, taking deep ragged breaths with her cheeks glowing bright crimson under the moonlight.

She stuttered softly with an addicted smile spreading across her lips.

"I... I loved that so much, My Lord..."

The Nature Goddess had officially learned a truth tonight: slow gentle sex was merely the sweet appetizer... but rough uncompromising lovemaking was the true mind-shattering pleasure of existence.

Eluned turned her head, looking up at Silas with glossy ravenous green eyes.

"Show me... show me more positions, My Lord."

Silas looked down at his blushing Goddess with a warm smirk curving his lips.

"Gladly, Elu..."

And so... the Gold Core Lord and his SSS-Rank Goddess made wild passionate love like rabbits... straight through the night until the first golden light of dawn broke over the Blessed Land.

...

The golden light of dawn slowly broke over the jagged horizon of the Umbral Basin, washing across the dark mist-shrouded perimeter of the Blessed Land.

As the sun rose higher into the sky, the lingering effects of the divine slumber-herb that Eluned had subtly dispersed through the wind began to dissolve.

The microscopic spirit spores that had blanketed the territory faded into nothingness, releasing their hold over the inhabitants.

Up on the towering stone Watchtower, the first archers began to stir.

Fenna sat up against the cold stone rampart, rubbing her eyes with a bewildered groan.

Beside her, three other archers blinked groggily, looking around at the quiet forest as if they had just woken up from a hundred-year nap.

Down in the Foundry, the heavy iron bellows sat cold and dark.

Lying flat on her back directly on the dirt floor beside her anvil was Thora.

The Master Smith let out a raspy confused grunt with her eyes fluttering open as she stared at the soot-stained ceiling rafters.

"Ugh... my head..." Thora grumbled, sitting up and scratching her messy hair. "Did I pass out from the forge heat... or did someone drop a mountain on my skull?"

Over in the barracks, the women were either groggily pushing off their linen blankets or off the ground.

Women were sitting up on their cots, yawning loudly, rubbing their necks, and exchanging thoroughly confused glances.

None of them could recall getting into bed last night...

They simply remembered standing in the courtyard, feeling a sweet floral breeze brush past their faces... and then total darkness.

Inside the grand halls of the Keep, the situation was much the same.

In her private quarter on the second floor, Aeliana slowly opened her green eyes.

The elven arcanist was lying across her desk chair, her long silver hair slightly tangled around her shoulders.

She sat up, blinking her luminous eyes as she massaged her temples.

"What in the world..." Aeli whispered softly to herself. "Why did I fall asleep in my room...?"

A few doors down the hall, Talira sat up on her plush bed.

The Primordial Crimson Dragon reached up with her slender hand, running her fingers through her fiery red hair.

Her fiery eyes flickered with a mix of utter confusion and dark annoyance as she let out a low chest-rattling growl.

"What the fuck happened last night...?" Talira grumbled under her breath, her dragon instincts telling her that something was deeply wrong with her timeline. "I was meditating... and then everything just went blank."

And in a small obscure guest bedroom at the far end of the lower wing...

Morwenna’s stormy gray eyes violently snapped open.

The Dread Queen was lying flat on her back on a stiff mattress. For two long seconds, she stared at the unfamiliar wooden ceiling in total deadpan silence.

THUD!

Morwenna rolled off the edge of the bed with her heavy leather-clad body tumbling straight onto the hard floorboards.

She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, shaking her head as a wave of memory returned to her brain.

"Tch... damn it." Morwenna cursed out loud, her voice sharp as a blade.

The entire sequence of events from last night replayed in her mind with terrifying clarity.

That weed... that scheming silver-green-haired Nature Goddess had stomped on her face for zero reason at all.

Not only had Eluned deliberately spiked those cupcakes and that white liquid with a sedative... but she had literally used her heel to smash Morwenna’s face into the granite floor while she was paralyzed.

And worse yet...

Morwenna’s gray eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as a horrific realization struck her soul like a lightning bolt.

"Captain..." Morwenna gasped out, her heart skipping a beat.

Eluned had drugged her... carried Silas somewhere... and left her locked in this room for the entire night.

That scheming goddess had completely, utterly, and ruthlessly thwarted Morwenna’s plans for the evening.

While Morwenna had been lying unconscious on a guest room mattress, Eluned had spent the entire night alone with Silas.

Morwenna scrambled to her feet with her boots slamming against the floorboards.

She sprinted out of the guest room, finding that the wooden roots that had sealed her door earlier had already withered into ash.

She tore down the lower corridor, her teeth gritted tightly as she rushed toward the grand staircase leading to the master suite.

As Morwenna rounded the corner near the kitchen, she nearly collided with Aeli.

The silver-haired elven arcanist was walking down the hallway, carrying a clean glass pitcher and a bowl of Basin fruits.

She was heading toward the kitchen to prepare a fresh batch of morning fruit juice... a special recipe Kaelia had taught her to bring up to her Lord.

Aeli blinked in surprise as Morwenna blew past her like a hurricane, her leather coat flapping behind her.

"Morwenna?" Aeli called out, tilting her head in confusion. "Why are you running so early in the morning?"

Morwenna didn’t even slow her stride.

"No time, Elf! I have a war to settle!"

Aeli watched the Dread Queen disappear up the stone stairs, letting out a soft, puzzled hum.

Truth be told, Aeli couldn’t remember much about how she had ended up sleeping at her room last night either.

She only remembered standing in Silas’s office, drinking that sweet warm glass of white milk that Lady Eluned had kindly delivered to her... and then waking up at sunrise.

Under normal circumstances, if a person drank something provided by an ally and immediately blacked out for eight hours, they would naturally suspect that they had been drugged.

...But Aeli knew Goddess Eluned very well. Or at least, she thought she did.

Aeli held the glass pitcher against her chest, a gentle naive smile touching her lips as she nodded softly to herself.

’There’s no way Lady Eluned could ever drug anyone...’ Aeli reasoned innocently in her own mind. ’She is an ancient sacred Goddess of Nature. She’s far too pure and innocent for underhanded tricks like that... right?’

Reassured by her own naive logic, Aeli turned and trotted happily into the kitchen to prepare her Lord’s morning juice.

...

BANG!

Morwenna slammed open the heavy timber double doors of Silas’s master suite.

"CAPTAIN!" Morwenna shouted into the room, her stormy gray eyes scanning the interior like a hawkish pirate searching for enemy plunder.

The master suite smelled completely normal...

The large king-sized bed in the center of the room was a complete chaotic disaster zone.

The white silk sheets were tangled, the pillows were tossed across the mattress, and a noticeable lingering scent of sweet spirit flora and warmth hung in the air.

...But Silas was nowhere to be seen.

"Captain...?" Morwenna called out again with her brow furrowing.

"Hmmm~"

From behind the closed door of the master bathroom, a soft cheerful female voice was humming a sweet, melodic tune over the sound of trickling water.

Morwenna’s jaw tightened. She stomped across the bedroom floor, grabbed the brass handle of the bathroom door, and threw it open with violent force.

BANG!

Standing in the center of the luxurious marble bathroom was a massive, sunken stone bathtub filled to the brim with steaming, magically heated water.

And sitting casually inside the tub, leaning her arms over the stone rim with a blissful angelic smile on her face, was Eluned.

The Nature Goddess looked over her shoulder, her bright green eyes meeting Morwenna’s furious glare.

Morwenna immediately brought her hands up, dropping into a sharp aggressive combat stance, her knuckles turning white as her water mana began to flare around her forearms.

"You scheming little weed..." Morwenna growled dangerously, her gray eyes burning with cold rage. "Draw your weapon! We’re finishing this right now!"

Eluned didn’t flinch. She didn’t draw a weapon, nor did she ignite her divine spirit aura.

Instead, the Nature Goddess casually turned her head away, scooping up a handful of warm water and letting it trickle over her pale shoulders.

She let out a soft and thoroughly condescending sigh.

"Please, Morwenna..." Eluned spoke up softly, her melodic voice dripping with superiority. "Put those aggressive hands away. I am far too mature now for all of your vulgar low-class fighting."

Morwenna froze.

Her raised hands paused mid-air, an eyebrow twitching violently as a wave of pure bewildered confusion washed over her face.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Morwenna demanded, lowering her hands slightly.

Eluned let out a soft delicate chuckle.

Without a single shred of shame or hesitation, the ancient Nature Goddess slowly stood up from the sunken stone bathtub.

The warm water trickled down her pale, unblemished skin as she stepped onto the marble tiles, completely bare under the morning sunlight streaming through the frosted window.

Her divine vessel had been relentlessly explored and claimed by her Lord throughout the night... and she possessed zero desire to hide a single detail of it.

Eluned turned her body, presenting her side profile to Morwenna.

She reached down with her delicate hand, gently patting the plump, soft curve of her right buttock.

Morwenna’s gray eyes widened.

Etched clearly across Eluned’s pale rear were several distinct hand-shaped red palm marks... looking extraordinarily fresh and thoroughly tender.

"Do you see this, Morwenna?" Eluned purred softly, her cheeks flushing a sweet proud pink. "That is the exact spot where my Lord chose to spank me quite thoroughly while he was manhandling me. My legs are still trembling as we speak. Last night... we did Doggystyle, we did Cowgirl, we did Reverse Cowgirl, we did Missionary..."