เข้าสู่ระบบ(Adelaide & Caelum) The rhythm didn’t slow. It sharpened. Each movement driving deeper into the next, each breath breaking harder than the last as the tension coiled tighter, pulling her toward something inevitable. Each push down drove him into a point deep inside her cunt, a point that was going to make her explode faster than she thought possible. His length slid in and out, hitting and retreating again and again. The pressure built too fast, and Adelaide wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on. She could feel her climax rising through her body in waves she could no longer control. Her grip tightened on his shoulders, her head tipping back, her breath shattering as the pressure inside her climbed higher and higher. Her inner walls constricted, squeezing his cock in a vice grip, dragging her closer to the edge with every motion. “Cael!” his name broke from her again, strained now, desperate. His answer was a sound, low and rough, pulled from deep in his chest as his
(Adelaide & Caelum) “Take them off, your damn pants.” Cael muttered, voice low and rough. A breath of laughter escaped her, soft and breathless, the sound breaking through the tension for a split second before she pushed back from him. She stood quickly, the sudden space between them sharp after how close they’d been. Her boots hit the ground first, kicked off without care, thudding softly against the packed earth as she worked at her pants, dragging them down her legs in quick, impatient movements. Across from her, Cael didn’t wait. His hands were already at his own waist, shoving his pants down his hips, the movement lacking all the control he’d held onto earlier, urgency overtaking restraint as he stripped them off and discarded them somewhere in the shadows. Then— Stillness. Not the quiet from before. Something sharper. He looked at her. She looked at him. For the first time, there was nothing between them. Adelaide’s gaze moved over him slowly, instinctively,
(Adelaide & Caelum) The words dragged from him as if they cost something, like letting them exist meant letting everything else follow. Her gaze held his for a fraction longer, something unspoken passing between them, something that did not need words to settle into place. Her hands moved again, urgency cutting through what little restraint she had left, the slow reverence beginning to fracture under something hotter, something that demanded more than patience. She grabbed the torn edges of his bloodied shirt and ripped it the rest of the way open, the fabric giving under her hands as she tore it free from him and flung it aside without a second thought. The shift hit her instantly. Heat, sharper now, unfiltered, the solid plane of his chest beneath her palms, the subtle flex of muscle as he breathed, as he reacted, as he tried and failed to keep that careful control intact. Her fingers didn’t pause. They dropped lower, finding the tie at his waist, the cord rough against
(Adelaide & Caelum) The burrow held its breath with her. Not in silence, but a listening hush, the burrow’s earthen walls curving in as if to cradle something precious. The roots overhead shifted with slow, ancient creaks, not so much moving as remembering, their age woven into every sound. Here, the earth itself seemed old enough to know the difference between violence and reverence, and for once, it chose not to intervene. The soil’s damp, mineral tang clung to the back of her throat, grounding her in something older than memory, as if the bones of the world itself pressed close, holding them in a hush that belonged to beginnings. Emberlight seeped through the hollow in slender, muted ribbons, painting the burrow in a low, golden pulse that shimmered against the packed earth. It caught along the lines of him where he lay beneath her, the scars across his chest no longer mere wounds but marks of intention, carved and carried forward as if the world itself had written its scriptur
(Adelaide)Saying what I want would change something. Her gaze didn’t waver. “Don’t what?” she pressed, the words quiet, but certain. His jaw tightened slightly, the hesitation brief but real, before it gave way. “Because I don’t want to lose you before we even get there,” he said. The words settled into the space between them with a weight that felt different from everything else—less reactive, less driven by the moment, and more like something that had been sitting beneath the surface long before any of this. Adelaide felt it. Felt the way it shifted something in her chest, something that had been forming since the tunnel, since the way he had looked at her, the way he had touched her, the way he had stood between her and everything that wanted to tear her apart. “You almost did,” she whispered. Not to blame. As a fact. “And it—” her voice caught briefly, her throat tightening before she forced the rest through. “It felt like something was being ripped out of me before
(Apollo)The throne room did not merely still; it seized beneath the force of his arrival. The air compressed, as if something vast had been forced into a space never meant to contain it. The impact of his landing cracked the stone floor, sending a sharp tremor through the pillars that framed the chamber. Conversations died mid-breath, not by command but by instinct, every soul in the room reacting at once to the pressure that rolled outward from him in heavy, suffocating waves. Each inhale became deliberate, each movement measured against survival. Generals turned, not in unison but in staggered recognition, their focus dragged toward the source of it as shadow and fire recoiled from the shape that now filled the space where their king should have stood. Malachar moved first, stepping forward with the reflex of command and loyalty, power already gathering around him in response to the intrusion— And then he saw him. Not the man who ruled the Dominion with measured control and de
(Caeulm Ashborne)They passed by a balcony where molten rivers poured in slow, impossible arcs—fire falling upward, not down. Adelaide stepped to the railing without hesitation, eyes wide with awe. The glow from below lit her face from beneath, catching in her hair and turning it into a dark halo r
(Apollo) Apollo came awake slowly. That was new. He did not wake slowly. For centuries, consciousness returned to him like a blade—clean, sharp, immediate. Not today. Today, he woke slow and warm. The air in his lungs felt different—thicker, quieter. It was as if the palace had taken a carefu
(Apollo)He kissed her again, deeper this time — but still careful. Testing. Learning. His hands roamed her body with a reverence he didn’t recognise as his own. He memorised every sound she made, every breath that rushed through her. Slow sighs. Quiet inhalations. A soft, shaky exhale when his lip
(Caelum Ashborne) He wanted to know the sound she would make with his hands on her, not the Devil’s. The thought startled him—hit him like a spark against dry tinder. It should have repulsed him, should have sent disgust clawing up his throat. Instead, heat pooled low in his gut, heavy and insist







