LOGIN“Ah.” Cinthye groaned as soon as they get inside the suite. His fingers grasp the hem of her dress and tore it to pieces, digging between her thighs. Firmly holding it.
“Spread your leg for me, woman.” His deep baritone voice turned her on. She didn’t even made any effort to resist. His blue eyes stared at her, observing every expression on her face. He played the thin lace covering her vulva, his fingers sliding through. Her scent filled the room. “Have you ever masturbated before?”
Cinthye responded with a smile. The truth was she doesn’t even have any idea how to actually do it like in practical application. Call her naïve but she only read this in her scripts and in books. Of course, she will keep if to herself. I mean who would want an inexperienced woman especially a bachelor like him.
“Such a shame, it would be wonderful to see those little fingers poking your insides. But for now let’s get to action.” He captured her lips, guiding the tempo of sensuality in their kiss. His finger teasing her entrance, sliding on the lips of her core. His breath hitting the sensitive skin.
Tracing it carefully, the sudden attack of his finger made her tremble on the sheets. His middle finger digging on her feminine walls, deep almost flat against her cervix. Cinthye felt every stretch, arching her back as he poked on the bundle of nerves inside her. Something warm and wet planting kisses on her.
“Relax, woman. I’m just starting.” He purred, nibbling her vulva. Tongue probing on her urethra down to the lips of her inside, moving deeper. Curling his long fingers. Precum coating him, he licked it painfully slow.
“Just hurry up!” Cinthye protested. Wet sounds and her muffled voice echoed across the suite. Her head spinning from the sensations overwhelming her consciousness.
“Demanding.” He suckled her down there, taking advantage of her weakness. He didn’t waste time, massaging every crevice and corner.
“Faster.” She grinds her hips but he anchored her flat on the sheets. Her lower belly was on fire, burning and ready to erupt at any moment.
He put her on his lap exactly on the spot of his manhood, she almost gawked when she saw something pink waving at her from his pants.
“Better?” He muttered on her breast. His blue eyes piercing through his lashes, burying his face on her cleavage as if memorizing her scent.
“Please, don’t tell me it is what I think it is.” Cinthye replied, silently pouting her lips to point his very alive best friend wiggling to say hi to her.
An amused throaty laugh escaped from him, stretching his lips into a sly smirk. Rubbing himself more until something wet sticking on her tummy.
“What the heck?!” Cinthye almost jumped off, crimson painted her cheeks. She glared at him.
“My innocent woman.” He smiled at her, thrusting his fingers deep until she could see fireworks before her eyes. Cinthye closed her eyes shut, mouth formed a big o. Arching back into his body.
“Ugh.” With a loud moan, Cinthye gave into the pleasure. Painting his fingers and lap with her love fluids. Her knees turning into jelly, she held onto his chest.
His lips planting kisses on her neck.
“Good girl.” He spread her wetness, putting a little distance between them. Bringing it into his mouth, licking it. “Delicious.” He commented, his eyes not leaving hers. He teased her clit.
“Wait.” She tried to stop him. He was insatiable, her knuckles turned white. She had never felt this in her whole life. He stared at her crevice and whistled.
“Bare? I thought you have a little forest here.” He winked at her.
Cinthye glared at him and pulled his hair.
“Excuse me?”
He laughed.
“You’re not excused, woman. Not until I’m done with you.”
He took his pants off, including the his briefs. Her accusations was right! It was his manhood, long, thick and colored in beautiful pink color. His choke it with his wet hand,moving it up and down. Cinthye’s eyes almost bulge out. She knew he was big in physique but she did not expected this man to be this well endowed in this department. This was not a mere exaggeration, his thing was literally bigger than her arm.
The stiffness was enough evidence that it was indeed true, it’s moist head pointing directly to her.
The annoying man just laughed at her.
“Is that even possible?”
“You’re cute when you get scared.”
“Scared is an understatement. It cannot simply fit. It’s too big.” She laid her arm next to it and only yo withdraw it as quickly as she could when it twitches in my touch.
“It doesn’t bite…unless you want it to.”
“Shut up sperm.”
“No can do little egg. This sperm will pierce you open.” He began to rub it on her belly. Cinthye couldn’t help but crawl away. Before she could use her chance to get away he captured her.
“That’s not true. It’s gonna rip.” She covered her little hole.
“Ill be gentle.”
“SCAM!” She retorted.
“Are you surprised?”
“I’m horrified!”
“But you did this, you have to take accountability to appease him.”
Cinthye wrapped herself in the blanket. “Na-ah, no entry.”
“We can try?”
His hand slipped inside the blanket…. Wait!!! It’s not a hand, something big began sliding on the lips of her crevice.
“Uh! You monster.” He caught her in an embrace, slightly moving. Cinthye could feel every inch going inside, his breath heavier by the second he push.
“Sorry not sorry, woman.”
“You could have at least cut off a little bit so it can fit.” She scratched his back, scraping the skin bare.
“You’re so tight. You’ll love it later.”
“Is it halfway?”
He peeked between them and smiled. Why does she have a bad feeling about this jerk?
“Almost there.” He rubbed the back of her head gently as if to console her. He pushed more, she bit her lips hard. Tears streaming down her face, slowing him a little.
“Liar.” She slapped his chest.
“Breathe in, we can stop—”
Cinthye grabbed his hair.
“Don’t you dare pull out. Make use of your friend and do it already. Don’t let my tears go to waste.”
“But—”
“You do it or I will.” That was not a question, she climbed on top of him properly and sat on him. That’s when she realized she did something wrong. Something absolutely wrong! A sharp pain pierce through her body, it took a long way for it to reach the base. Warm blood flood down her, coating his length down to his balls. Her body shook, she came hard.
The photograph remained on the table for nearly a minute. Nobody touched it. Nobody spoke. Victor stood on the opposite side, staring at the image of his family. His wife. His two children. Alive. Terrified. And standing behind them was Elara. She had deliberately chosen the photograph. Not because she needed to prove the family was alive. Because she wanted Victor to know she could reach him. Cinthye finally broke the silence. "How long ago was this taken?" Alex picked up the photograph and scanned it. "Less than an hour." Victor's jaw tightened. "So they're close." "Maybe," Alex said. Victor looked at him. "Maybe?" "The photograph could have been transmitted from anywhere." "Can you trace it?" "I'm trying." Victor turned toward Cinthye.
The sanctuary survived. Barely. By morning, the walls were blackened, three towers had collapsed, and the eastern gate was nothing more than twisted metal. Smoke drifted across the courtyard while soldiers searched the ruins for unexploded devices. The children were safe. That should have been enough. It wasn't. Cinthye stood in the command room with a report in her hands. Seven allied houses had withdrawn their support overnight. Two had closed their borders. One had publicly declared that Cinthye's family was responsible for the escalating war. Another had begun negotiations with the Ember Circle. The lines that had held the alliance together were breaking. And they were breaking exactly when the family needed them most. Elena entered carrying another report.
The sanctuary had never been built to withstand a war. It had been built to survive one. That distinction mattered. For generations, the family had treated the compound as a home first and a fortress second. The walls were thick. The gates were reinforced. Hidden passages ran beneath the grounds. Emergency shelters had been stocked and maintained. But none of that had been designed for an enemy who knew the family's bloodlines. Now every child was a potential target. Every corridor was a potential entry point. Every trusted door could become a weakness. By sunrise, the sanctuary had become something else entirely. A fortress. And everyone inside it knew the fortress would eventually be tested. Cinthye stood in the command room, staring at the map. Twelve Ghost Cells. Six iden
For one terrible second, nobody moved. Cinthye stared at the woman standing at the entrance to the sanctuary. She had Elena's face. Elena's voice. Elena's posture. But the woman behind the disguise was someone else entirely. Elara. The missing branch of the family. The descendant of the First Queen. The woman who had commanded the Ember Circle from the shadows. Damien raised his weapon. Cinthye caught his wrist. "Wait." Elara smiled. "Still protecting everyone before yourself." Cinthye's eyes narrowed. "Where is Elena?" "Safe." "Where?" "Far from here." Cinthye studied her. "You're lying." Elara laughed softly. "You always were
Luna had always hated being asked what she saw. People assumed visions were gifts. They were not. A gift was something you could hold. A gift could be opened, used, shared, or put away. Her visions did not work that way. They arrived without permission. They came when she was tired, when she was frightened, sometimes when she was happiest. They showed her pieces of things that had not happened yet, memories that did not belong to her, and places she had never visited. Sometimes they showed her the truth. Sometimes they showed her what the truth wanted her to believe. That was why she had learned to be careful. But this time, she knew she could not hide. The family stood around the command table. The document Elena had recovered remained projected on the wall. T
The first city fell without a battle. That was what frightened Alex most. There were no explosions. No invading army. No burning buildings. At dawn, the eastern capital of Valenor simply stopped answering. Every communication channel went silent at 5:17 in the morning. By 5:30, the city's defensive grid had shut down. By 5:45, every surveillance camera had been disabled. At 6:00, the city's central government issued a single emergency transmission. WE ARE SAFE. REMAIN CALM. Then the transmission ended. Cinthye knew immediately that the message was a lie. "How many people live there?" she asked. Alex studied the satellite feed. "Almost two million." The command room became silent. Victor leaned over the table. "Two million people don't disappear." "No," Alex said. "They're still there." "Then what's happening?" Alex zoomed in. "The city isn't occupied." Damien frowned. "Then who shut it down?" Alex pointed toward the underground infrastructure. "Someone insi







