The grand doors parted with a whisper of starlight, and Thalion stood waiting.
"His Majesty requests you come to the throne room," he said with a measured bow.
Sonna's brow creased in irritation, but she only exhaled once and nodded.
'After this... I aim bigger.... because I don't know how much longer... I can keep this up...'
As she thought this... she got into character.
She followed him down the luminous corridors, hips swaying in that deliberate, lethal rhythm she had perfected across years, every step a silent promise of ruin. Long black hair spilled down her back like liquid night, crimson silk clinging to curves that had broken kings.
Yet her face, beautiful almost perfect, it carried something broken behind the eyes.
Exhaustion, sadness, and resignation.
Ash sat on the throne in his true form. His black-white hair was messy to the neck, sharp, sculpted features that looked carved by a god who had forgotten mercy. His golden-pink eyes watched her enter with open interest.
Then her gaze locked on him.
The insatiable lotus inside her lower abdomen exploded into a near full bloom.
Her breath hitched hard enough to hurt. Heat slammed low and vicious, a molten wave that soaked her instantly. Thighs clenched on pure reflex; nipples peaked so fast the silk scraped like sandpaper.
A soft, involuntary moan slipped out before she could trap it. Her knees nearly buckled, fingers digging into her own palms as slick warmth slid down the inside of one thigh. The craving was so sudden and violent her vision blurred at the edges, pupils blown wide, lips parted on ragged, desperate breaths.
The Lotus had never bloomed this fast, this brutally, in all of the past 17 years since it fully formed.
"W-who the hell are you?" She asked through ragged breaths.
Ash's eyes widened a fraction.
He saw the intentional seduction freeze mid-motion.
He saw the practiced sway stutter and die.
He saw the exact moment the mask shattered, and raw need took its place.
And he saw the pink aura pouring off her in torrents, thicker than anything he had ever witnessed.
'The fuck?' He thought as with a casual wave of his hand he gathered every thread of that tormenting essence and snuffed it out like a candle.
The fire vanished.
Sonna gasped, stumbling forward a step, chest heaving in pure, stunned relief. For the first time in centuries there was silence inside her skin.
Ash blinked, then flicked the switch again.
The heat roared back twice as hard. She cried out, thighs pressing together as fresh slick soaked through silk. He turned it off. On. Off. Three times, quick and curious, watching her tremble and whimper with every shift.
Only then did his eyes bleed pure white.
[Sonna Voss
Age: 304 Years Old
Race: Human (B-rank Voss Bloodline)
Rank: Mid A-rank (10,901 EL)
Affinities: Mist, Water
Talents: Mist Step (D), Veiled Cascade (C), Siren's Droplet (C) Craving Mist (A)
Aspect: Insatiable Lotus Heart (S) – The Lotus of Craving…
Remarks: Sonna Voss, Queen of Voss Kingdom, Mother to Kale Voss and Sister to Yonna Voss. At a young age due to poor talent, she was exiled from the original Voss Kingdom.
As a young lady she found herself a maid in the palace of the Everburn Kingdom.
She spent most of her life in this Kingdom until she was raped and cast away yet again by the King.
While in the womb an Aspect was growing in her womb along with her son Kale Voss.
She has seduced tens of kings, ministers, princes, and notable nobles due to her curse. She says it's all for revenge... all for her son but deep down she would rather die than suffer any longer.
... (Increase rank for more info)]
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'The FUCK?!'
This was the first time Ash has come across something that genuinely surprised him in this world. Seriously, who would've thought the protagonist mother was secretly selling her body around the world all while suffering due to a cursed aspect?
However, seeing this made a smile creep onto his face. Then for the first time since arriving in this world, he used a talent he gained from being Lust.
|Charm|
He willed into action with a thought.
"Queen Sonna, isn't it?"
The words rolled across the marble, low and melodic, curling around her spine and sinking into her blood.
Sonna shivered hard, a full-body tremor she couldn't hide.
"W-who the hell are you?" she asked again, voice ragged, however...
... it was not from her being horny.
But because she was feeling something all Humans felt at some point....
Fear.
[Queen Sonna's Affection 30%]