The bedroom door shut with a soft click that sounded louder than any gunshot.
Alex stood frozen just inside the threshold, pulse roaring in his ears. The hearth's blue flames painted the room in shifting sapphire light, turning Lyra's silver hair into liquid starlight. She faced him, backlit, the silk tunic clinging to every curve like it had been stitched on by a very generous god.
Hidden Quest: First Night – Active
Progress: 0% → Consummation Required
Lyra's fingers found the hem of her tunic. She lifted it slowly—inch by inch—revealing the taut plane of her stomach, the underside of her breasts, then the full, heavy weight of them as the fabric cleared her head. No bra. Just pale skin, flushed rose at the tips, nipples already hard.
Alex's mouth went dry. He'd seen porn. He'd read hentai. But this—this was real. Real heat, real scent, real want radiating off her like a physical force.
"Breathe, my King," she murmured, voice velvet and command. "You'll need the oxygen."
He sucked in a shaky breath. The air tasted like her—ozone, wildflowers, and something darker. Something that made his cock twitch painfully against his jeans.
Lyra stepped forward, bare feet silent on the wooden floor. She reached for his hoodie—his stupid, Earth-survivor hoodie with the faded Eternal Siege logo—and tugged it up. He lifted his arms like a child, letting her peel it off. His T-shirt followed, leaving him in nothing but jeans and the sudden, humiliating awareness that he was skinny, pale, and had never once done a push-up in his life.
Lyra's eyes raked over him like she was memorizing every inch. "Perfect," she said, and meant it. "Mine to mark."
Her hands went to his belt. Metal clinked. The zipper rasped. His jeans pooled at his ankles, and then his boxers—because of course the System had kept those too—and he was naked. Achingly hard. Leaking at the tip.
Lyra dropped to her knees.
The sight short-circuited his brain. Valkyrie knight, goddess fragment, kneeling for him. Her wings flickered into existence behind her, translucent and shimmering, framing her like a halo.
"Lyra—" His voice cracked.
"Shh." She looked up, emerald eyes glowing faintly. "Let me worship."
Her hand wrapped around his shaft—warm, calloused from swordplay, but gentle. She stroked once, twice, thumb swiping over the bead of pre-cum at the head. Then she leaned in and licked.
Alex's knees buckled. He grabbed the doorframe to stay upright.
Her tongue was hot, wet, perfect. She swirled it around the crown, tracing the ridge, then took him into her mouth in one slow, deliberate slide. Halfway. Then more. Until her nose brushed his stomach and he was buried in tight, slick heat.
He groaned, the sound punched out of him. His hips jerked involuntarily, but she held him still with one hand on his thigh, the other cupping his balls, rolling them gently.
She pulled back, lips shiny, a string of saliva connecting her to his cock. "You taste like power," she said, voice husky. "Like the first spark of creation."
Then she took him again—deeper, faster. Her head bobbed, silver hair swaying, wings flaring with each stroke. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and beautiful. Alex's hands found her hair, fingers tangling in silk. He didn't push—just held on, anchoring himself as pleasure coiled tight in his spine.
She hummed around him, and the vibration nearly ended him. His balls drew up. His vision blurred.
"Lyra—fuck—I'm gonna—"
She didn't stop. If anything, she sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, tongue flicking the underside. One hand slipped between her own thighs, rubbing through the leather of her pants, and the sight of her touching herself while devouring him was too much.
He came with a strangled cry, hips thrusting, cock pulsing as he spilled down her throat. She swallowed every drop, throat working, eyes locked on his the entire time. When he was spent, trembling, she pulled off with a soft pop and licked her lips.
"Delicious," she purred. "But we're not done."
She rose in one fluid motion, pushing him back toward the bed. The backs of his knees hit the mattress, and he sat hard. Lyra straddled him, leather pants creaking as she ground against his still-hard cock—because of course he was still hard; the System apparently didn't believe in refractory periods.
Her hands framed his face. "Look at me."
He did. Her pupils were blown wide, gold flecks glowing like embers.
"You are my King," she said. "My everything. And tonight, I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."
She reached between them, unbuckling her pants with practiced ease. They slid down her hips, revealing thighs corded with muscle and a neat silver patch above slick, swollen folds. No underwear. Of course.
She guided his hand between her legs. "Feel how wet I am for you."
He did. She was drenched, hot and silky, clit throbbing under his thumb. She gasped as he circled it, hips rolling into his touch.
"Inside," she whispered. "Now."
He slid one finger into her, then two. Tight. So tight. She clenched around him, riding his hand with slow, deliberate thrusts. Her wings flared wide, knocking over a candle that thankfully didn't exist.
"More," she demanded.
He added a third finger, curling them, and she moaned—loud, broken, beautiful. Her forehead dropped to his, breath mingling.
"Enough," she growled. "I need your cock."
She pushed him flat on his back, straddling his hips. His dick slid along her slit, coating himself in her wetness. She reached down, lined him up, and sank.
Slowly.
Inch by inch.
Until he was buried to the hilt in molten heat.
They both groaned. Her walls fluttered around him, adjusting, gripping. She stayed still for a moment, letting him feel every pulse, every throb.
Then she moved.
Slow rolls of her hips at first, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Her breasts bounced with each motion, nipples brushing his chest. He reached up, cuping them, thumbs flicking the peaks. She arched into his touch, head thrown back, wings fully manifest now—ten feet of shimmering light.
"Faster," he rasped.
She obliged.
Her pace turned punishing—slamming down, lifting up, slamming down again. The bed creaked. The headboard banged against the wall. Wet sounds filled the air, her pussy sucking him in with every thrust.
Alex's hands gripped her ass, spreading her, guiding her. He thrust up to meet her, hitting something deep inside that made her cry out. Her nails raked his chest, leaving red lines.
"Mine," she snarled. "My King. My cock. My everything."
He flipped them—somehow, adrenaline and lust giving him strength he didn't know he had. She landed on her back, legs spread wide, wings splayed beneath her like a halo of light. He drove into her, hard and deep, one hand braced beside her head, the other sliding between them to rub her clit.
She came first—back arching off the bed, pussy clamping down like a vice, a wordless scream tearing from her throat. Her wings flared blindingly bright, and for a split second, he saw it: a fragment of something ancient behind her eyes, golden and infinite.
The sight pushed him over.
He buried himself deep and came again, pulsing inside her, filling her. She milked him with rhythmic contractions, legs locked around his waist, refusing to let go.
They collapsed together, sweaty, trembling, breathless.
Minutes—or hours—later, Lyra traced lazy circles on his chest. Her wings had vanished, but a faint glow lingered under her skin.
[Hidden Quest: First Night – COMPLETE]
[Rewards Granted:]
[Divine Spark (Lyra) – Unsealed]
+1 Summon Slot
[Territory Fertility +50%]
[Bond Trait Unlocked: Soul Link – Lyra gains +20% stats when within 100m of Alex]
Lyra's stats flickered in his vision.
Lyra – Valkyrie Knight (Ascended)
Level: 15
New Skill: Divine Smite (AoE Holy Damage)
Hidden Trait: Goddess Fragment #1 – War
She pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "You've awakened the first piece," she murmured. "There are more. Many more."
Alex's brain was still rebooting. "How many?"
She smiled against his skin. "Enough to build a pantheon. Enough to break the world."
A distant howl echoed outside—wolves, or something worse. The System pinged.
[Warning: Hostile entities detected – 800m and closing.]
[Pack: Dire Wolves (Lv.8-12) x7]
Lyra was already moving, rolling out of bed with predatory grace. Her armor reassembled itself around her in pieces of light—breastplate snapping into place, greaves buckling, sword materializing in her hand.
Alex scrambled for his clothes. "Battle already?"
She flashed him a grin over her shoulder, eyes glowing gold. "First blood, my King. And you're going to watch me paint the grass with it."
She strode to the door, paused, and looked back. "After, we summon your second. I want to see what else you can create."
The door slammed open. Moonlight spilled in.
Alex followed, heart pounding with a new kind of thrill.
The war had begun—and so had the harem.
Outside Aurora Village – 11:47 PM
The wolves came in a V-formation, eyes glowing red, fangs dripping. Lyra met them at the edge of the territory grid, sword raised.
Alex watched from the porch, pants barely zipped, adrenaline sharpening everything.
She moved like poetry written in violence.
One wolf lunged—she sidestepped, blade flashing, and its head rolled. Another leapt—she caught it mid-air with her shield (summoned from nowhere), slammed it to the ground, and drove her sword through its skull.
Divine Smite activated on the third—a pulse of golden light that incinerated two wolves instantly and staggered the rest.
Seven became zero in under thirty seconds.
Lyra stood over the corpses, chest heaving, blood splattered across her cheek like war paint. She looked back at him, eyes wild.
"Yours," she said simply.
[Combat Log:]
Dire Wolf Pack eliminated.
+350 EXP (shared)
Resources Gained: Wolf Pelts x7, Dire Fangs x14
[Territory Alert: First Defense Successful – Morale +10]
Alex stepped down from the porch, barefoot in the grass. The System pinged again.
[Summon Slot Available]
[Begin Summon? Y/N]
He tapped Y.
The circle reignited—this time crimson and gold.
Lyra wiped her blade clean on a wolf corpse and joined him, hand on his shoulder. "Choose wisely, my King. The next fragment hungers."
The wind shifted. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled.
Aurora Village had its first blood. Now it would have its second goddess.