Aegon/helaena Ao3 Novels & Stories

His presence was a sinkhole, swallowing the heat, the sound, and the fear in the room. "Eclipse at thirty percent," Helena reported from the sensor station. Her fingers flew across the holographic interface of the stolen cruiser, her face pale in the glow of the tactical map. "The ambient Aether levels are spiking. The celestial alignment is thinning the veil between the physical world and the magical currents." "It makes the air taste like metal," Vane grumbled, checking the load on his pistol for the tenth time. "And it makes my eye itch."

Aether's Obsession is an explicit 18+ MM sci-fi romance. Contains **graphic sexual content** including: - Detailed oral, anal, fingering, rimming, and penetration scenes - Edging, teasing, marking (bites/bruises), possessive/dominant dynamics - Alien biology (ridges, self-lubrication, heat-like responses) - Size difference, power imbalance, and mild dub-con elements (biological compulsion/heat) Additional mature themes;

Helena raised her hands toward the sky and began to chant, her voice rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern that seemed to resonate with the very air around them. At first, nothing happened. Elara stood there, feeling foolish and exposed, wondering if this was all just a mistake, if Helena had been wrong and she was just a normal omega after all. But then, slowly, she began to feel it. A warmth spreading through her chest, starting small and then growing, intensifying, until it felt like liquid fire was coursing through her veins. She gasped, her hands flying to her chest, and looked down to see a faint silver glow emanating from beneath her skin, pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

Because Laurent is a good man and they both deserve the happiness they all deserve. When they are finally gone and I am finally alone in my room, there is nothing I can do but stare at the white ceiling and think of Aster. I miss him so bad and I fear what Helena might do to him. No one has any idea what kind of a monster Helena is but I do. She would never stop until she gets what she wants. She will never stop until the whole realm is destroyed. Until everything is burned into ashes. Exhausted from all the pain, emotionally and physically, I can feel my eyes slowly going heavy…

reminded the gloomy demon to the aging Helia Baal. “I'd be devouring every human child– I will not be buried in darkness, Siegfried,” said the old witch with a grating laugh but had struggled to carry her wicker baskets full of twelve chickens. “The infrequent rainfall has weakened you, Helia Baal,” said the demon helping his mistress to lift over her shoulder the two cages that had been tied together to a sling. She agonized and had dropped the wicker cages to the seamless floor. “Bring out my philter then, Goat-Head,” said Helia in a voice that was almost taut and brittle.

I look at the girl who is laying on the dirty floor, with blood covering her body. She was whipped 50 times as soon as I found out that she lied to my angel about our imaginary engagement. My Angel is too smart to believe this girl. I mind linked few trusted members of the pack to whip her. Orphelia volunteered for the chance. I asked her to let the link be open, but I was not satisfied with her cries of agony even after 50 whips. There is a place in the underworld, where certain creatures are banned. They are not to leave that place. If they ever dared to do, then they will be thrown in the hellfire.

Her happiness was short-lived. As soon as the race was over she leaned back in her seat to laugh over the sour defeat of the dragons but caught the sight of a familiar figure from the side of her eyes. It was the figure of Adna, the goddess of excess and as was natural to her, she held a jar of mead in one hand while the other dangled over the shoulder of a very beautiful male Aloni. Adna was a beautiful dark head goddess, willowy and tall but her elegance was destroyed by her love for the mead. She was laughing and staggering drunkenly. She caught sight of Helena and went over to meet her. The Aloni stood behind her as a show of submission as he bowed his head in Helena’s direction.

“Let me make this more compelling and give you a lifeline dear girl. You defeat Agregor, and I shall spare your soul. But, if he beats you, your soul will be mine anyway, but your honorable warrior body shall be slaughtered brutally and my dear beast will prey on it,” Helena looked at her as though she had been expecting this to happen, and a wry smile spread across her jawline while she nodded in agreement. She turned around... and it was all chaos...

“Are you hurt?” Lucian murmured his voice barely audible. His fingers gently brushed a strand of her hair from her cheek, his concern real. Too real. Athena blinked, startled by the softness of his tone. Before she could answer, another voice crackled through the silence like lightening. “Your touching her?” Helena. “She is a servant.” Helena hissed “An omega. An she was touching what was mine.” Lucian stood slowly, one hand still on Athena’s shoulder.