The ruin had become a sauna of heat and mist, the stone walls slick with condensation from the sheer amount of mana and body heat radiating from the pair in the center. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of raw sex and ozone.
Kael was a machine. His stamina, fueled by the Dragon Heart and the Dhampir bloodline, seemed infinite. He had taken Morgan three times already on the cold stone floor, each round more brutal and demanding than the last.
Morgan lay sprawled on her stomach, her body glistening with sweat, her breathing ragged. Her hips were propped up by Kael's hands, her knees scraped raw against the stone.
Kael looked down at her. The graceful, untouchable CEO of the Whitmore empire was now a mess—covered in bites, cum, and milk. She was his canvas.
He spread her cheeks wide.
Morgan flinched, sensing his intent. She turned her head, her eyes wide with a flicker of fear.
"M-Master... not there... I'm too sore..."
Kael didn't stop. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth near her ear. His cock, slick with their combined fluids, pressed against the tight, untouched ring of her asshole.
"Did Victor ever fuck you here?" Kael asked, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against her spine.
Morgan froze. The name of her dead husband sounded like a curse in Kael's mouth.
"N-no," she whispered, her voice trembling. "He... he was a traditionalist. He only ever... in the bed. In the dark. He never..."
"He never claimed you," Kael finished for her. "He was a weak man. He saw a goddess and treated her like a trophy. He didn't know how to break you."
He pushed forward. The head of his cock pressed against the resistant muscle.
"He didn't know that you need to be broken to be whole."
"AAAAHHH!"
Morgan screamed into the stone as Kael pushed past the initial resistance. The pain was sharp, burning, immediate. It felt like she was being split in half.
"Relax," Kael commanded, infusing his voice with [King's Charisma]. "Or it will hurt more."
Morgan forced her body to obey. She let out a shuddering breath, trying to unclench.
Kael pushed deeper. Inch by inch, he claimed the last territory that had been denied to her husband. The tightness was agonizing, a vice grip that threatened to milk him dry instantly.
He bottomed out. His balls rested against her wet pussy.
"He never had this," Kael growled, pulling back and slamming forward.
PAM!
"Fuck!" Morgan sobbed. "It's too big! It's... oh god..."
"He never made you scream like this."
PAM!
"He never owned you."
PAM! PAM! PAM!
Kael began to move with a relentless, punishing rhythm. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't stretching her out slowly. He was taking. With every thrust, he erased another memory of Victor Whitmore. With every slap of his hips against her ass, he cemented his own dominance.
Morgan's screams began to change. The sharp, piercing cries of pain morphed into low, guttural moans of shocked pleasure. The nerve endings were firing confused signals—pain, fullness, and a deep, twisted sensation of submission that she had never known existed.
"Say it," Kael ordered, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. "Tell me who owns this ass."
"You!" Morgan screamed, her eyes squeezed shut. "You do! Only you!"
"Louder!"
"YOU OWN MY ASS! YOU OWN EVERYTHING! MASTER!"
Kael reached around her hip, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it furiously, matching the pace of his thrusts.
The dual stimulation was too much for Morgan. The humiliation, the pain, the pleasure—it crashed over her like a tidal wave.
"I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING FROM MY ASS! AAAAAHHH!"
Her body convulsed violently. Her ass clamped down on Kael's cock, spasming rhythmically.
Kael roared. The sensation was too intense. He drove himself to the hilt one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go.
[Soul Resonance: Critical Mass]
He exploded.
Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her bowels. The energy transfer hit them both like a lightning bolt.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION
Soul Resonance Complete.
Target: Morgan Whitmore.
Vitality Transfer: 30% (Returned to Host).
Essence Transfer: High.
Morgan Whitmore Level Up!
Level 169 → Level 172.
Morgan has acquired Temporary Buff: [Demigod's Endurance].
Kael collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the stone floor. He didn't pull out. He stayed inside her, twitching, letting the last drops of his essence spill into her.
They lay there for a long minute, the only sound their ragged breathing.
Slowly, Kael pulled out. A gush of white fluid followed, dripping onto the floor.
Morgan didn't move. She lay there, a broken, satisfied mess, her ass still raised in the air.
Kael stood up. He felt... reset. The fire in his blood was gone, replaced by a cool, calm ocean of power. His mana core was stable. His body was healed. Better than healed. He felt stronger than he had before the Tribulation.
He looked down at his hands. The skin was flawless. The [White] talent pulsed in his veins.
He picked up his pants, pulling them on.
"Clean yourself up," Kael said, his voice returning to its usual cold command. "We have work to do."
Morgan turned her head slowly. Her eyes were soft, adoring. She looked at him like he was a god.
"Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
Kael walked toward the entrance of the ruin. He grabbed his shirt from the rubble, shaking off the dust.
"Alaric!" he shouted. "Get in here! I'm done!"
A moment later, Alaric peeked around the corner, his face pale. He looked at Morgan, sprawled naked and leaking on the floor, then quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing.
"Is... is it safe?" Alaric asked. "The... the energy readings spiked again. I thought the mountain was going to collapse."
"Just the bed," Kael said with a smirk.
He cracked his neck, looking up at the hole in the ceiling. The sky was still dark, the clouds still swirling, but the lightning had paused. It was waiting.
"I'm ready," Kael said. "The Tribulation isn't over. It's just taking a break."
Alaric adjusted his glasses. "You... you intend to go back out there? After... that?"
Kael looked at the scientist, his eyes glowing.
"I didn't survive three bolts of Divine Retribution just to die in my sleep, Alaric. I need to finish this. After, I'm going to be the strongest soon."
He turned back to Morgan, who was slowly trying to sit up.
"Rest for now," Kael ordered. "When I come back... we leave this place. We have a brother to catch."