The memories I had forged here had grown far too precious to lose, yet a heavy premonition weighed on my chest. I knew what dark fate was waiting for them all, and Lady Dunya's image lingered constantly in my mind. One restless night, I dreamt of her—a fleeting vision of warmth amidst the cold uncertainty of my journey.
Then, two days later, the normally distant and silent system chimed, presenting a new quest out of the blue.
* Quest Name: Starfall Renaissance
* Quest Details: Gain the power of all 8 magic types.
* Reward: Mastery of all 8 magic types and sub-magic types.
* Difficulty: A+
* Penalty: Loss of currently possessed magic and a level degradation of 10.
* Time Limit: 6 months.
"Damn this system," I muttered, rubbing my temples in frustration. "What's the point of handing me these milestones if all you're going to do is rip them away?"
Knock, knock.
The heavy oak doors of my chambers interrupted my thoughts.
"Who is it?" I called out, my voice echoing slightly in the empty room.
"It's me, Sir Naberius," came a soft, melodic voice from the other side. "May I enter your chambers?"
It was Lady Dunya.
"Yes, please come in."
She stepped inside gracefully, offering a warm smile and a freshly brewed cup of tea. I accepted the cup, grateful for the simple comfort, and we chatted idly for a while. But midway through our conversation, she suddenly fell quiet and apologized—seemingly for no reason at all.
Confused, I questioned her about the sudden shift.
She looked away for a split second, a bittersweet look in her eyes before she replied, "It isn't about something that happened in the past... but what I am about to do next."
Before I could ask what she meant, the words fell from her lips, and a strange, suffocating fog rolled over my mind. My vision clouded, primal instincts overriding my rational thought, and I lunged at her like a feral beast.
She was taken aback by my sudden aggression, her eyes widening in surprise, but the shock melted away into a knowing, affectionate smile.
"You can do to me whatever your heart desires... my knight in shining armor, huhuhu," she whispered softly.
Without hesitation, I pulled her into a deep, desperate French kiss. As our lips locked, my hands moved instinctively, tearing the fabric of her dress away. Her voluptuous, fair breasts and delicate pink nipples were instantly bared to the cool air, seeming to call out to me. Driven by a blur of raw desire, I stripped my own clothes off in seconds, sinking my face into her chest. I sucked eagerly on her incredibly sweet skin, her breathing hitching before turning into loud, echoing moans that grew more intense the more vigorously I took her.
She shuddered against me, murmuring between gasps, "Use me, ah... however... you, ah... want... I'm all yours, ahhhh—!" Her voice trailed off into a breathless, soaring cry.
I kicked my pants off, revealing my long, fully erect length, dark veins pulsing with heat. The sheer thrill and awestruck look in her eyes gave away how deeply excited she truly was. Slowly, deliberately, I pushed myself inside her. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as a trace of blood marked the boundary, a testament to her innocence, accompanied by a sharp, painful groan.
I didn't stop. Soon, the pain melted away, swallowed entirely by a surging wave of pleasure. We moved together, matching each other's rhythm, going on and on for hours. Throughout the entire night—right up until the sun began to paint the sky with the pale light of dawn—I spent myself inside her time and time again. After the fifteenth time, I simply lost count.
She had given herself to me entirely, completely devoured by the passion of the night. As the morning light filtered in, she lay breathing heavily against the sheets, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
"You were amazing last night, Sir Naberius," she whispered, a tender smile on her face.
I stood there, panting slowly, as the heavy fog finally lifted from my mind and reality came crashing back. A sickening wave of guilt washed over me. I felt utterly horrible, believing I had completely lost control and forced myself upon her against her will.
Before the self-loathing could consume me, she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, pressing her warm body against my back to reassure me.
"It wasn't your fault," she whispered softly, soothing the panic in my chest. "I spiked the tea with a highly concentrated aphrodisiac... I am completely responsible for last night."
Stunned, I turned around and questioned her, my voice trembling slightly. "But... why would you ever do something like that?"
Her next words completely took me by surprise. A deep, rosy blush spread across her cheeks as she looked straight into my eyes and said, "Because I love you, Naberius. I want to be yours, to bear your children, and to stay by your side forever."