Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

A day after claiming Zane in the dungeon, I'm pacing Ardyn's palace chambers, the artifact, a glowing obsidian orb, sitting on a velvet cushion like a ticking bomb. My body, Cillian Veyne's body, still hums from the encounter, cock twitching at random memories. God, that rogue's resistance was chef's kiss. But plot's kicking in; we've got bigger issues. Ardyn lounges on a chaise, golden hair tousled, emerald eyes thoughtful. Kaelen stands by the map table, arms crossed, his dark locks framing those stormy blue eyes. He's been clued in, Ardyn shared my secret with my permission, and surprisingly, Kaelen's reaction was... hot. "A woman in Cillian's skin? Explains why you're so damn addictive," he'd said, pulling me into a kiss that left me reeling."Alright, spill," I say, plopping onto the bed, trying to sound like the scholarly Cillian while my playful side peeks through. "Shadow Guild, what do you know? Zane spill

The ride back from the Whispering Caves is a blur of pounding hooves and stolen glances, our cloaks whipping in the night wind. My body, Cillian Veyne's body, throbs with leftover adrenaline from the battle: the clash of swords, the spray of blood, the cinematic rush of wiping out the Guild. But mixed in? That damn orgy we spied on. The masked lord's harem, bodies writhing in explicit frenzy, deepthroating, grinding, cum-splattered chaos, it's seared into my brain, stoking a fire low in my gut. My cock's been half-hard since, this male sensitivity turning every jolt of the saddle into torture. Ardyn rides ahead, golden hair wild, emerald eyes still sharp with victory. Kaelen's beside me, his obsessive gaze burning holes, hand brushing my thigh possessively. Zane trails, silver hair matted with sweat, amber eyes glinting with that rogue hunger.We burst into Ardyn's chambers like a storm, door slamming, cl

I’m still trembling from our first round, sprawled across Ardyn’s massive bed, silk sheets clinging to my sweat-slicked curves. My female body, my body, is back, all soft hips, sensitive breasts, and a pussy still pulsing with aftershocks from Kaelen, Ardyn, and Zane’s relentless worship. Their eyes are on me, hungry and awed, Ardyn’s emerald gaze, Kaelen’s stormy obsession, Zane’s amber curiosity. They’ve seen me as Cillian, fucked me in every way, but this? Me, the fangirl in her true form? It’s like they’re seeing a goddess, and I’m eating it up.But a nagging instinct tugs at me, like a plot twist I can’t ignore. The artifact’s jolt that gave me this body, it felt tied to my deepest fangirl desire, a fleeting gift to live my fantasy. I’ve got a sinking feeling it’s temporary, that I’ll snap back into Cillian’s chiseled frame soon. The thought spikes urgency, I need to savor this, every second, every t

The masked lord’s escape during our ambush at the Shadow Guild’s headquarters gnaws at me like a plot hole I can’t ignore. He’s the villain of Thorns of Desire, the shadowy force behind the novel’s chaos, and his slipping through our fingers feels like the story protecting him, whispering, Not yet. My fangirl instincts scream we’re on borrowed time, his survival means Cillian’s doomed ending still looms, especially with Kaelen’s betrayal written in the original plot. But Kaelen’s different now, fiercely loyal, obsessed with me in ways the novel never allowed. Still, the pull of the story is a beast, and we’re hunting the lord to end it before it ends us.We track him to a desolate ravine near the Whispering Caves, moonlit shadows jagged across rocky cliffs, black mist curling like a living thing. Ardyn’s magic lights our path, emerald sparks flickering in his hands. Kaelen’s at my side, sword drawn, his stormy blue eyes scan

The masked lord’s defeat feels like a weight lifted, the novel’s doomed ending shattered by our combined strength. Ardyn’s palace is alive tonight, hosting a victory banquet to celebrate the Shadow Guild’s fall. Chandeliers drip crystals, casting rainbows across gold-trimmed tables laden with roasted pheasant, spiced wine, and towering desserts. Nobles swirl in silks, their laughter mingling with a string quartet’s melody. I’m in Cillian Veyne’s body, lean, chiseled, cock annoyingly sensitive as always, dressed in a silver-embroidered black suit that screams scholarly power. My harem flanks me: Ardyn, regal in gold, emerald eyes scanning the crowd; Kaelen, stormy gaze softened but obsessive, hand brushing mine. Zane, silver hair tied back, rogue smirk sharp as he eyes the exits.My fangirl heart’s losing it. The emperor and empress in the flesh! Emperor Valtor, broad-shouldered with a gray-strea