The first gentle light of dawn crept through the silk curtains, as soft as a whispered secret woven into the fabric of the night. The air still hung heavy with the warm remnants of candle smoke, entwined with the intoxicating fragrance of jasmine, echoes of a night that felt more like a fleeting dream than a tangible reality.
Damien stirred first, pulling himself from the depths of sleep with a groggy mind, uncertain whether the ethereal woman beside him was a figment of his imagination or a beautiful manifestation of moonlight's enchanting glow. For a suspended moment, he found himself captivated by the rhythm of her breath, each rise and fall of her chest smooth and soothing. Her white hair tumbled across the pillow like liquid silver, shimmering gently in the dawn's tender embrace, while her skin glowed with an otherworldly calm, kissed by the sun's first, gentle rays.
Within him, a profound shift had occurred — a sensation of lightness buried deep in his soul, a quietude that had long eluded him. The restless ache that had shadowed his spirit for years had finally stilled, replaced by a delicate sense of belonging that wrapped around him like a warm, inviting blanket.
Slowly, Selena opened her eyes, and the colors of dawn seemed to swirl within their depths — hues of gold and blush intertwining like a living tapestry, capturing the essence of a promising new beginning. For the first time, she moved not with her usual practiced grace, but with a raw, serene authenticity, gazing at him as if desperately trying to uncover the man who had seen beyond the centuries of masks she had worn with effortless charm.
"You're awake," she whispered, her voice hushed, as though fearful of shattering the fragile peace that enveloped them.
He nodded, a soft smile breaking across his face. "I thought you might vanish if I woke up too late."
Her lips parted slightly, a hint of a smile dancing at the corners. "I wouldn't have."
He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "I know that, yet some part of me still feared it."
With tender grace, she placed her hand on his cheek, pulling him closer to her.
In a whisper that echoed through the stillness, she thought silently, "You're such a fool. Why would I ever leave you now, especially when I've finally confessed my feelings?"
" Damien, did you think about how your family will react to the fact that you want to marry a succubus like me?" Selena said to Damien, with concern in her voice.
"I don't know but I think first I have to talk to my big brother about it, I will say to him that I will not go to compete for the seat of Patriarch position, if he can support our marriage and
I am sure that he will, so you don't worry, Selena, my love," Damien said, while hugging her.
" But if he didn't agree then what will you going to do" She questioned, with concern and fear " You—you're not going to abandon me right because of it "
" Selena don't say these word, I will never going to abandon you never, If my brother disagree then we will run away from my Viscounty and will live an hoble life somewhere else, After all I am a Martial adpet rank martial artist (Cultivater), so don't worry at all about anything else and just pack your belonging's while I go to my home and talk with my family about you and request them to accept our relationship and before existing the brothel I will going to purchase you so that, madam Maria don't send you to do any another service to someone else" He confront Selena and said gently to her.
"Kay"
After comforting each other for 15 minutes, Damien entered the washroom to freshen up, while Selena sat on the bed.
Five hours ago, in a moment of intense passion, Damien ejaculated inside Selena, unaware that a remarkable phenomenon was unfolding within her. At that precise instant, a blastocyst—an early stage of embryonic development—had just attached itself to the delicate lining of her uterine wall, known as the endometrium. As Damien's sperm entered her uterus, an ancient, dormant power contained within the blastocyst stirred to life for a fleeting second. This mysterious energy had been waiting for a moment just like this.
In a twist of fate, the dormant power began to emit a magnetic attraction, directing the currents of destiny toward one particular sperm among the countless others. This sperm, unique in its essence, was imbued with the purest genetic lineage of humanity—a bloodline rich in potential and heritage. The call from the blastocyst was irresistible, causing this special sperm to alter its path, shifting from its original course in the fallopian tube to the waiting blastocyst that clung to the uterine wall.
After navigating the challenges of the uterine environment, the extraordinary sperm finally drew near to the blastocyst, where an equally profound connection began to unfold. As it approached, the latent power within the blastocyst recognized the sperm's exceptional qualities and deemed it worthy. In an act of incredible synergy, the dormant power summoned its remaining energy and facilitated the sperm's entry into the blastocyst.
The moment the sperm penetrated the blastocyst, a miraculous transformation ensued. The genetic material within the blastocyst underwent a radical mutation, resulting in the creation of a three-race hybrid entity. This newly formed life held within it a volatile amalgamation of dormant bloodlines: the fierce essence of a Dragon, the seductive allure of a Demon (succubus), and the inherent qualities of humanity. This extraordinary fusion set the stage for a being unlike any other, brimming with potential and steeped in the mysteries of its origins. Whether this three-race hybrid origin will be a blessing or a curse to this new life is currently unknown.
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After a refreshing 10 minutes, Damien emerged from the washroom, feeling invigorated. Soon after, Selena entered to freshen up. Fifteen minutes later, she also stepped out, her demeanor radiant and refreshed.
Now that they both felt revitalized, Damien and Selena made their way out of their elegantly arranged room, provided by the brothel. As they descended the staircase, the soft sounds of laughter and chatter from the common areas drifted up to greet them. The scent of aromatic incense filled the air, adding to the establishment's inviting atmosphere.
At the reception desk, the manager, Maria, awaited them with an amiable smile.
"Good morning, Miss Maria," Damien greeted, his voice warm and friendly, a light reflecting in his eyes.
"Good morning, young master Damien. How did you find your night? I trust it was enjoyable?" she replied, her gaze lingering on them with a mix of amusement and professional interest.
"I thoroughly enjoyed my night with Selena, Miss," Damien stated, a hint of pride in his tone. As he rummaged through his space ring, he pulled out a bag filled with glimmering low-grade spirit stones, a total of 10,000. He handed it to Maria, his expression firm as he inquired, "Manager Maria, I wish to purchase Selena Celestria, to keep as my own."
Maria, taken aback by the sheer magnitude of the offer from someone of Damien's stature—a young master of the Salarian Viscounty—struggled to maintain her composure. The substantial sum for a succubus like Selena was nearly staggering. Consequently, she invited them into her office to discuss the matter further.
Stepping into Manager Maria's office, they found an ambiance of elegance. Natural light flooded the space through two long glass windows, casting soft reflections around the room. Between the windows, the symbol of the Lusty Draconian Maid was intricately carved, a testament to the establishment's history and purpose. A long, polished table nestled just beneath them, flanked by a chair on either side.
On the table, two books—a sleek black one and a vibrant red one—lay poised, each waiting for the formality that was about to unfold. A pen holder, featuring a fountain pen adorned with the same lusty draconian maid motif, added a touch of class. At the end of the table, a small flag hovered signifying the brothel's emblem.
To the right of the room stood two bookshelves, brimming with volumes and curiosities, while the left side held a quaint little table equipped with a coffee maker and freshly roasted coffee beans. Maria summoned her assistant, instructing her to brew two cups of coffee for them.
Gesturing toward a plush sofa located directly in front of the bookshelves, Maria invited Damien and Selena to sit. As they settled into the comfortable seating, Maria gracefully took her place across from them, a warm smile brightening her features. Soon after, her assistant returned, serving steaming cups of rich coffee that infused the air with an intoxicating aroma.
Once the assistant excused herself, Maria turned to the pair, her expression turning serious yet still welcoming.
"Young master, let me prepare the documents for Miss Selena's ownership transfer. It will only take about 20 minutes. In the meantime, please enjoy the coffee we prepared for you and make yourselves comfortable in my humble office," she said.
After 20 minutes, Maria returned, holding the completed ownership transfer documents in her hands.
"Here you are, young master. Please sign these, and you will officially become Miss Selena's owner," she stated, her tone filled with a blend of formality and warmth.
Once Damien completed the signatures, he hesitated for a moment before addressing Maria again.
"Miss Maria, I have a request," he began, his tone more serious now.
"Please, young master, share your request. If it's within my power, I will assist with the utmost sincerity," she replied, her expression open and attentive.
"Could you please allow Selena to stay with you for a week? I need to discuss her with my parents, and I'll be busy with that for some time. I promise to come for her after one week, without fail," Damien explained earnestly.
"Rest assured, young master, I will allow Miss Selena to remain in my care for a week, but no longer than that," Maria responded, her tone firm yet understanding, as she looked him in the eye.
After a further 10 minutes of discussion with Maria, Damien took his leave from the brothel and hurried home, anticipation coursing through him.