The sun never rose that morning.
Elandria's skies pulsed a deep violet—subtle, strange. Like the world was holding its breath.
Kaito sat alone in the garden, shirtless, staring at his own hands.
They trembled.
Not with weakness. With restraint.
The Seed of Lust burned inside his chest like a second heart—throbbing, humming, whispering.
He could hear it.
> "Take. Devour. Make them yours. No more boundaries. No more control."
He clenched his jaw.
Aya approached quietly, wearing one of his robes. Her black hair swayed softly as she crouched beside him. "You haven't touched any of us since you came back."
"I'm afraid to," he whispered.
She tilted her head, confused. "Of what?"
He looked at her—not with lust, not with dominance—but fear.
"Of hurting you."
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Aya didn't flinch. She placed her hand on his chest.
The sigil glowed, barely holding back the black pulse beneath.
"You didn't fight gods to become a monster," she said. "You fought them because you loved us."
He looked away. "But now I feel everything. Every want. Every thought. I wake up hard and aching with fantasies I never even imagined. It's like the seed is feeding off my heart—and twisting it."
Her hand slipped down his chest, fingers tracing the line of his abs.
"Then let me help you," she whispered. "I trust you, Kaito. Let me be the one to bring you back."
He opened his mouth to object.
But she was already straddling his lap.
---
Aya kissed him—not hard, not needy.
Soft. Slow. Confident.
Her lips tasted of calm, not temptation.
Her fingers didn't pull—they caressed.
She didn't beg him to take her.
She asked him to feel her.
The pulse in his chest roared.
He trembled.
And then—
He kissed her back.
Their lips moved in rhythm.
Her thighs clenched as he gripped her hips.
His breath quickened.
Her moan was soft—real.
She leaned close, whispering, "Let it go."
He did.
---
The world melted.
They fell onto the grass—his body pinning hers, kisses growing deeper.
He entered her with one slow, trembling thrust—warmth wrapped in relief.
Aya gasped—but it wasn't a cry of pleasure.
It was a cry of danger.
Because the second he was inside her—the seed awakened.
His eyes burned black.
His hips slammed forward.
Hard.
Too hard.
Aya arched in shock.
"K-Kaito?!"
But he wasn't there anymore. Not fully.
His hands gripped her wrists. His thrusts grew faster, brutal, unrelenting.
Her moans turned to gasps.
"Stop—" she choked. "It's too much—"
But he couldn't hear her.
He was lost.
---
The door burst open.
Lilix and Celestia stood frozen.
Ravyn snarled. "What's happening?!"
Selene charged in—sword raised—but Seraphina stopped her.
"No. Wait."
Because Aya—beneath him, panting, crying—grabbed his face.
And kissed him.
With everything she had.
Not out of lust.
Out of love.
His body froze.
His eyes widened.
The black glow… cracked.
---
Kaito pulled back—gasping—falling onto the grass. Shaking.
His cock still wet. Her thighs trembling.
But she sat up and pulled him into her arms.
"I still trust you," she whispered, tears in her eyes.
He broke.
He sobbed into her shoulder.
The others approached, silently kneeling around them.
No judgment.
Just... presence.
That night, Kaito stood alone in the sanctum beneath the palace.
Torches crackled, casting shadows over the ancient stone. The room pulsed with raw magic—built by the ancients to contain forbidden forces. The floor was etched with glowing runes now reacting to the thing inside him.
The Seed.
It throbbed in his chest like a second heart, whispering:
> "Why deny what they already crave? You feel their eyes. You hear their gasps. They want the hunger. You only need to stop protecting them from it."
He gritted his teeth. "I'm not your puppet."
The voice laughed.
> "Then make me your slave."
A circle ignited beneath him.
A ritual—half-complete.
One that would either bind the Seed… or burn him from within.
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Suddenly, she stepped in.
Seraphina.
The most distant of the harem. The cold strategist. The untouched general of the Moonbound Legion.
She wore nothing but a silk cloak that fell from her shoulders as she entered.
He turned. "You shouldn't be here."
She ignored him. "You need a tether."
Kaito stared at her. "You've never even kissed me."
She met his eyes without fear. "I never let myself need anyone. Until I watched you lose control… and she still forgave you. It made me realize something."
She dropped to her knees before him.
> "If you burn… I'll burn with you."
The Seed roared.
His cock pulsed—thick, aching, too hard already.
Seraphina reached for him. Slowly. Gently.
"Let me be the one to take your darkness."
He opened his mouth to protest—
But then she wrapped her lips around him.
---
Kaito groaned, head falling back.
Her mouth—warm, tight, slow—took him in inch by inch. Not like a virgin discovering touch. But like a woman choosing to worship a beast.
The Seed surged.
She moaned as he grew thicker inside her.
Her hands gripped his thighs, nails biting into his skin.
Her tongue licked the underside as she pulled back—gasping, drooling, eyes glazed with desire.
"You're already different," she whispered. "But not lost. Let me anchor you."
He couldn't hold back.
He grabbed her hair.
Pushed deeper.
Thrusted—
Once.
Twice.
Again.
Seraphina gagged—eyes tearing—but she didn't stop.
She wanted it.
All of it.
The Seed screamed.
And then—
The ritual circle ignited.
His body was wrenched into the air, glowing with both light and shadow.
Seraphina screamed—not in pain, but in ecstasy—as his essence exploded across her chest and face, glowing like molten starlight.
---
Kaito fell to his knees, gasping. The Seed burned in his chest.
But now… it was wrapped in chains.
His chains.
---
Seraphina crawled toward him, body slick with his mark, eyes wild and beautiful.
"You didn't burn," she whispered. "You bound it."
Kaito looked at her with stunned gratitude.
"You were the last," he whispered. "The final bond."
She smiled.
Then kissed him.
The palace was silent.
Everyone slept, exhausted from the emotional storm of the last night.
Kaito wandered alone through the moonlit halls, shirtless, fingers grazing the cold stone walls as the Seed pulsed gently in his chest.
Not violently.
Not with madness.
But… curiosity.
It no longer screamed to be unleashed.
It waited.
And that terrified him more than anything.
---
When he reached the ceremonial pool, something was already there.
A figure.
Floating above the water, completely nude, bathed in dark light.
At first, he thought it was Aya.
The body was soft and toned, curves familiar.
But then the hair shifted—like Lilix. Pale and silvery.
The lips… Celestia's.
The voice? Seraphina's low, sultry murmur.
> "Hello, Kaito."
The figure smiled, stepping down onto the surface of the water—barefoot, impossible, otherworldly.
It was perfect.
Not divine.
Not demonic.
But built from his desires.
> "I am the Seed," it whispered. "The part of you you've hidden from even yourself."
Its breasts swayed gently as it walked. Its hips rolled like Ravyn's. Its thighs were thick, strong, dripping with invitation.
> "You chained me. But you never asked what I wanted."
Kaito took a step back.
It followed.
> "I want what you want. But deeper. Rawer. Not domination… union."
---
Suddenly, the figure was inches away.
> "Let me show you what it feels like… when the hunger loves you back."
It kissed him.
And the world broke.
---
They fell into the pool—not water, not spirit, but pure sensation. Every nerve burned.
Kaito's hands roamed without command.
So did the Seed's.
Their mouths clashed with need, teeth and tongue, not gentle, not controlled.
Their bodies twisted together, tangled, indistinguishable.
The Seed moaned against his lips.
> "Take me. I'm you. I'm her. I'm every one of them."
Kaito gasped as it slid down his body, kissing every inch, worshiping him like the women had…
But this was him loving himself.
Not narcissism.
Recognition.
Redemption.
---
He flipped it over, pushing inside—hard, deep, desperate.
It screamed in his voice.
Moaned in Nyxa's.
Whimpered in Aya's.
> "More—more—make me yours."
Every thrust made the pool boil.
Every gasp echoed in the palace.
Girls stirred in their sleep, bodies arching with shared sensation.
Kaito poured everything in.
His rage.
His love.
His hunger.
And at the peak—just before climax—
The Seed kissed him again and whispered:
> "Now I am whole."
---
He came with a roar, shaking the world.
The figure shattered into light.
And the Seed… vanished.
But not destroyed.
Merged.
His body fell back into the water—calm now.
Balanced.
---
He stood the next morning, surrounded by his harem.
They knew.
They felt it.
Seraphina smiled. "You look… lighter."
Lilix crawled into his lap. "Or heavier, depending on where we're looking~"
Even the former goddess knelt before him again.
"Now," Kaito said, standing tall, body glowing with primal heat, "we build our kingdom."