로그인“No, please…” I moaned, my hand involuntarily slipping between my legs. I lay on my back on the carpet, my body arched, my breasts pushed up. One of my hands began to excite itself between my thighs, the other caressing my breasts.
“Look at me,” the command boomed. I raised my gaze and tried to look at the angel standing in front of me. Why hadn’t I licked this perfect body all the way through? I kept my head up, trying to maintain eye contact as I changed positions: I turned onto my stomach, my knees propped up, my buttocks held high, and arched my back. The rough material of the carpet rubbed my breasts even through my bra, but I couldn’t stop. Desire sparkled in his black eyes, and it only increased my own arousal. “Please,” I begged. “What do you want, baby?” he asked with a mischievous smile. Desire, possession, and victory flashed in his eyes all at once. “I… I want to enjoy it. I want to… satisfy you,” my voice choked. “How excited are you?” he asked, his gaze caressing my body. My hips rose even higher, and he made a grunting sound. “Very,” I breathed. His gaze locked with mine, his seductive scent hit my nose. “Then you did what I ordered,” he said, and the spell was broken in an instant. As I regained consciousness, I felt the clash of anger and desire. I stood up on shaky legs, glared at him, and then slapped him hard. His face moved to the side, the mark of my hand turned red. His gaze flashed with a cheerfulness that confused me even more. “Then you’re not excited enough. Kneel down,” he looked deep into my eyes. I tried to resist, but my legs slowly folded together, first on my knees, then on my heels, I obeyed. “Then… excite yourself again,” he ordered. My hands roamed my body again, where I had first stroked myself under the spell. I caressed my chest, trying to drive away the constant tension between my thighs. I kept panting, clenching the ground in my hands, my hips moving back and forth. The sight of the bulge in front of his pants almost paralyzed me, but I fixed my gaze on his face. Lifting one of his arms from his knees, he reached under his chin, searching my misty gaze. “Do you wish better than last time?” he whispered hoarsely. “Yes… oh, yes…” I replied, panting. “Then you have fulfilled my command,” he said, and the spell was broken again. I lay down, my hands resting on the floor, unable to move. I stared at his iron-soled boots a few inches from my knees, feeling like I simply couldn’t resist. Releasing my hold, his hand reached my neck, then ran its fingers over me. He tugged at my hair, drawing me back to him, tearing my gaze from his boots. “Would you like me to finish what you started?” he asked, his forehead leaning against mine. “Never…” I looked at him with burning eyes, but a new command suppressed the word in me. “Then again,” he commanded, and I began arousing myself again.The healers’ chamber, which barely half an hour ago had been a battlefield, had now transformed into the site of a silent crisis. The white-robed demons, the Nest’s most scholarly healers, gathered around Sadira; they murmured over the crystal bed, and in the luminescent light flowing from the walls their movements cast shifting shadows across the floor. They had arrived in obedience to Nathan’s first command, yet even they seemed helpless.I knelt at the edge of the bed, my hand tightly wrapped around Sadira’s fingers. I didn’t care about the healers, their technology, or the technical terms Damian whispered in translation. I only focused on the girl.“Her vitality is zero,” I heard one of them say in a quiet, cold voice. “The Core keeps her heart beating, but her body lacks regenerative energy. It’s as if most of her soul has been burned out.”“We must stabilize her within two minutes,” another said. “We need to inject pure Nest-essence immediately!”“That’s too risky! A hybrid migh
The moment the Core made contact with Nathan’s heart felt like a cosmic detonation, though physically it produced barely a sound. The bluish-white light spilling from the stone in my palm swallowed the black shadows of the Blood Circle for a heartbeat. The shard—Malakai’s dark magic—escaped Nathan’s chest in a cloud of black smoke, struck the stone, then evaporated with a sharp hiss. Nathan screamed, but the sound was no longer one of pain; it was pure, elemental release. His body healed in an instant, and his aura—paralyzed by Malakai’s poison—returned, stronger and purer than ever.He sprang to his feet, his eyes blazing black, his wings unfurling to their full span as he kicked up the sacred dust of the Circle. Malakai, staring in stunned disbelief at the miracle, couldn’t react before Nathan launched himself at him.“Now you pay, traitor!” Nathan roared, his voice filling the Grand Hall.Malakai raised his staff to summon dark energy, but Nathan already had him by the arm. The hea
The healers’ chamber now resembled a bunker. The walls creaked, and the runes Damian had carved into the threshold flashed red as they absorbed the blows from outside. Regnar braced himself against the metal cabinet, which trembled constantly under the Empties’ attempts to break through. The mute demon’s strength was immense, but the attackers sought to grind him down with sheer numbers and relentless force.I stood beside Sadira, my body filled with the energy I had received from the Mag. This wasn’t healing—it was an infusion of raw power. The girl had given me her own life force, and now she lay there with her eyes closed, her face growing ever paler. The Mag on her chest vibrated softly, as if she were breathing through it.“Hold on, Regnar!” I shouted, pointing toward the ventilation shaft. Although I had collapsed the passage, smoke was already seeping through new cracks. The wall was too thin.The tension in the chamber grew unbearable when, from the direction of the Great Hall
The healers’ chamber was thick with the dense, metallic, blood-tinged air of battle. Black oil and the shattered remains of the Empties coated the floor. Sadira’s sudden outburst of power—the alien creature crushed by the Mag—had brought a brief moment of calm, but we all knew it was only the silence at the heart of the storm. Malakai would not let this failure go unanswered.Sadira collapsed into my arms once the bluish energy faded from her eyes. She was weak, her skin damp with cold sweat, but at the corner of her lips trembled a small, almost triumphant smile. I laid her back down on the bed and carefully set the Mag upon her chest. The stone was no longer black; instead, it emitted a faint, ethereal blue glow, as if the girl’s own energy were sustaining it.“Sadira, don’t move,” I whispered. “You burned through every bit of strength you had.”“I know,” she replied, though her gaze was already fixed on the door. “But now they know. They know they can’t just kill me.”Meanwhile, Da
In the Nest, night was different than below, in the outer world. It wasn’t real darkness that settled over us, but a deep, gray glimmer seeping from the slowly pulsing crystals embedded in the walls. As time passed without mercy, the healers’ chamber began to resemble a crypt made of marble and light, where the hours of our fate dripped away. Only the soft, humming monotony of the crystals and Sadira’s slow, artificial breathing marked the passage of time.I sat in the chair I had pulled beside her bed. My shoulder throbbed beneath the fresh bandage, the pain forcing me to stay awake, but my gaze never once left the girl. Sadira’s pale face looked so peaceful in the faint blue glow that I almost believed we were safe. But the Mag resting on her chest—a dark, lifeless stone—and the tiny crease that occasionally appeared on her brow reminded me that this calm was no more than a fragile illusion. I knew that deep within her mind, a battle raged for her life and for control.At the far en
Night in the Nest was not like night in the outside world. There was no darkness here—only a dull white glow seeping from the walls, slowly fading into grey, as if the building itself were closing its eyes for a brief rest. But the silence that settled over us was heavier than any darkness could ever be.In the healers’ chamber, time had stopped. Only the soft, rhythmic hum of the crystals and Sadira’s slow, mechanical breathing marked the passing of the minutes.Sitting in the chair I had dragged to her bedside, I watched her face. Her features had smoothed out, the memory of pain had vanished from them, but the peace was a lie. I knew that deep inside her mind a war was raging. The Core—now lying on her chest like a lifeless chunk of black stone—was tied to her even in sleep. Sometimes, when the girl twitched, red veins flickered across the stone’s surface like embers under ash.“Rest,” I whispered, though I knew she couldn’t hear me. “You’ll need your strength tomorrow.”My shoulde







