Elysiana's lips moved with tender devotion over Nyx's softened length, even as his breathing deepened into the steady rhythm of sleep.
The room was quiet now, save for the faint sounds of her gentle sucking and licking.
His member, still slick from their shared release, glistened under her care.
She traced every vein with her tongue, savoring the salty mix of his seed and her own essence, mingled with the faint bloody hint of her earlier innocence lost.
It was a sacred cleanup, one she performed with the reverence of a priestess tending to a holy relic.
She worked slowly, methodically, ensuring not a drop was wasted.
Her blindfold remained in place, but her senses heightened —feeling the warmth of his skin, the subtle twitch as life lingered in him.
Finally satisfied, she released him with a soft pop, her tongue giving one last affectionate swirl around the tip.
Nyx lay there, chest rising and falling peacefully, his black hair tousled across the pillow, face relaxed in slumber.
Elysiana sat up carefully, her body aching in the most delicious ways.
Her thighs trembled slightly from the night's exertions, but she ignored it, content to watch him.
The elegant halo above her red hair, streaked with those fine white strands, cast a soft glow over the bed.
Her tattoos, swirling patterns across her skin, seemed to pulse faintly in the afterglow.
She shifted, feeling the fullness within her, and absentmindedly let her hand drift downward.
One finger slipped into her tender folds, scooping up a generous amount of the creamy samen —Nyx's seed, thick and warm, still leaking from her.
Bringing it to her lips, she inhaled the musky scent, her heart fluttering like a devoted follower's at a glimpse of their star.
Then, she licked it clean, her tongue savoring the taste as if it were the nectar of the gods.
A delightful moan escaped her,
'Ahhh♡~,' soft and blissful, sending shivers through her frame.
She hugged her arms around herself, a maddening giggle bubbling up from her chest —high-pitched and obsessive, her body quaking with residual pleasure.
'Hee hee... I have finally done it,' she whispered to the empty air, eyes hidden but surely sparkling behind the blindfold.
'With my Nyx-sama~ All mine now, forever.'
The air shimmered suddenly, a swirl of pink mist coalescing at the foot of the bed.
A delightful voice emerged from it, smooth and teasing, like velvet over silk.
'Well well well... Isn't little Elysiana living in the best moment of her life right now~?'
Elysiana turned toward the sound, her posture straightening with respect despite her nudity.
'Nyami-sama,' she said, her voice calm and elegant, though laced with lingering excitement.
'It is. Truly, the pinnacle of my existence. I have always wanted to serve Nyxiana's apostle —my idol since I was a child. Every prayer, every ritual, now finally...'
As she spoke, her hand wandered back, fingers delving into her pussy once more.
She scooped out another dollop of Nyx's essence, bringing it to her mouth.
She sucked it off slowly, then licked her finger with deliberate swirls, moaning softly at the flavor.
Nyami chuckled, her form vaguely humanoid within it, reddish-pink hair implied in the haze.
'What a lewd little girl you are, Elysiana. So prim and shy in front of him before your first, but look at you now —tasting him like forbidden fruit. What would Nyx think if he knew the beautiful, composed priestess he showed such care for was eagerly licking his seed from her own depths after he passed out?'
Elysiana's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, heat spreading across her tattooed skin. She pulled her hand away, fingers glistening.
'Nyami-sama, it's not... I mean, it's because I adore him so much. He's everything to me, and this... this is just a way to keep him close, even in—'
'Enough,' Nyami interrupted, her tone shifting from playful to serious, the mist thickening.
'Did you do the job I instructed properly?'
Elysiana looked up, her blindfolded gaze steady.
'Yes, Nyami-sama. It was a complete success. I sealed it without any issue.'
'Good. And did Master catch any hint of it?'
She shook her head firmly, red hair swaying.
'No. The seal went completely unnoticed by him. He was focused on... Me.'
Nyami's voice softened slightly, approving.
'That's good. He isn't supposed to know or use 'it' just yet. Timing is everything in these matters.' She paused, the mist swirling lazily.
'Now then~, enjoy your night with your lord. You've earned it~.' With that, the pink haze dissolved, fading into nothingness, leaving Elysiana alone once more.
She sighed contentedly, curling up beside Nyx, her hand resting on his chest.
The room fell into peaceful silence, the first hints of dawn creeping through the curtains.
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Nyx stirred, his eyelids fluttering open to the soft light of morning.
The first thing he saw was Elysiana's face, mere inches from his own, her elbows propped on either side of his head like a frame.
She had been watching him sleep, her expression serene yet intensely focused, as if memorizing every line of his features.
Her red hair, with those white strands, looked slightly damp, clinging to her shoulders—perhaps from a quick wash in the night.
As awareness returned, she leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, warm and affectionate.
'Good morning, Nyx-sama,' she murmured against him, her voice like a gentle melody.
Nyx blinked, a smile tugging at his lips as he fully woke.
'Morning, Elysiana.' He reached up, brushing a wet strand from her cheek.
'You look... radiant. Are you okay? After last night, I mean. I didn't hurt you too much, did I?'
She shook her head, her halo glowing faintly.
'I'm fine, Nyx-sama. Truly. You don't need to worry about me at all. The soreness is a sweet reminder, nothing more.'
Her tone was composed, but that underlying adoration peeked through, making her words warmer.
Shifting her position, she sat up, straddling his hips.
Nyx felt his morning arousal stir immediately, pressing against her slick entrance.
Elysiana ground down slowly, her pussy sliding along his hardness, coating him in her renewed wetness.
A soft gasp escaped her, but she kept her movements teasing, deliberate.
'Nyx-sama,' she said, her hands on his chest for balance,
'Allow me to take care of your little guy this morning. He deserves attention after serving so well last night.'
Nyx's hands found her hips, fingers digging in gently, his dominating side awakening with the touch.
'If you're sure you're up for it. You feel incredible already.'
With a nod, she raised her hips, positioning him at her core.
In one fluid motion, she sank down, engulfing his entire length in her tight warmth.
'Ahhn♡~'
A beautiful moan spilled from her lips, melodic and unrestrained as she adjusted to the fullness.
'Oh, Nyx-sama♡... you're so deep already~,' she breathed, starting to rock her hips in a slow rhythm, riding him with elegant grace. Her tattoos shimmered with each movement, her blindfold hiding eyes that surely burned with obsession.
Nyx groaned, thrusting up to meet her.
'Elysiana... last night was... the ritual worked, didn't it? I remember the notification, the ability...'
She nodded, her pace unhurried, savoring every slide.
'Y...Yes, Nyx-sama♡. The ritual was.... Ahhn~ successful. You've awakened the sin of lust within you.' She leaned forward slightly, her breasts swaying enticingly.
'And you've received my ability: Absolute Sanctification/Profanity.
Curious, Nyx's hands roamed up her sides.
'What does it do, exactly? Tell me while you move like that —feels too good to stop.'
Bending down further, she offered her breasts to him, nipples hardened into red cherries begging for attention.
'Here, Nyx-sama♡. Taste them while I explain.'
He latched onto one without hesitation, his mouth closing around the peak.
He bit down lightly, then sucked hard, his tongue rolling over the sensitive bud in swirling patterns.
Elysiana arched, her riding faltering for a moment as pleasure sparked through her.
'Ah~ Nyx-sama, yes... like that,' she moaned, her voice breathy.
'The ability... it lets you inject or steal divinity or chaos mana from a target. Purify the holy, corrupt the profane —or the reverse. At my level, it's potent, but yours is still nascent. To raise it, we must... Spend our nights often. Share our essences repeatedly.'
Nyx switched to the other nipple, nipping and laving it with equal fervor.
'Often, huh? I like the sound of that. How often are we talking?'
'As much as we can, Nyx-sama,' she replied, her hips circling now, grinding deeper.
'Every day, if possible. It will strengthen you —make you unstoppable. But it's also... for us. I want to be the one to help you grow.'
Her words carried that edge, possessive and eager.
He released her breast with a pop, looking up at her flushed face.
'You're incredible, Elysiana. So devoted. Keep going —I'm close already.'
She straightened, riding faster but still slow, drawing out the build.
'Me too... your hardness inside me, filling me again. It's perfect~'
Their bodies moved in sync, the room filling with soft slaps and moans. Nyx's hands guided her hips, thrusting up powerfully.
'Come with me,' he commanded, voice rough.
'Yes, Nyx-sama! Ahhn~ I'm... cumming!' Elysiana cried out, her walls clenching as ecstasy washed over her. She squirted lightly, warmth flooding between them.
Nyx followed, burying deep with a grunt, spilling into her once more.
'Elysiana...'
They collapsed together in post-orgasm bliss, her body draped over his, breaths mingling.
But the moment shattered with a firm knock on the door.
Elysiana lifted her head, still dazed, voice husky.
'Who... who is it?'
From the other side, Nyami's elegant, seductive voice carried through.
'It's me. Queen Cyanthia has summoned Master to the castle as soon as possible. It's an order.'
Nyx sighed, holding Elysiana close.
The morning's peace was over,