THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

David's fingers rested thoughtfully against his chin, eyes narrowing as the question circled his mind: why had Seraphina sent Draven to fetch him rather than coming herself? The gesture was uncharacteristic; Seraphina, sharp and direct, preferred handling matters face-to-face. Continue your saga on mvl

His curiosity sparked, David rose and followed the imposing shadow of Draven out of the dining chamber. The knight's armour clanked softly, each step resonating with a quiet menace, leading them down the winding halls toward Seraphina's quarters.

The castle seemed to breathe around them, its stone walls soaked in the deep hues of twilight. Golden crystal light cast wavering shadows that danced across old paintings, whispering stories of forgotten wars and noble legacies.

The soft patter of David's boots echoed behind Draven's heavier stride. Seraphina had been away all day, overseeing some matter shrouded in secrecy, and David intended to ask her how it had gone. As his future manager in all business dealings, she always had a purpose for her actions, and David's curiosity gnawed at him, eager for answers.

Draven halted in front of Seraphina's chamber doors, their carved surfaces glistening under the dim light. The black iron handles coiled like sleeping serpents, hinting at power and mystery beyond them. Draven turned, his eyes dark pools of unwavering loyalty.

"I shall take my leave, master," he intoned, voice as deep and shadowed as the hall itself.

David nodded, the gesture sharp and dismissive. He watched as the brute knight, his presence as commanding as an eclipse, pivoted and strode away down the corridor. A whisper of a grin threatened David's lips as a thought crossed his mind: if anyone knew the true nature of Draven—the once-dreaded leader of a ruthless band of fingers, now bound irrevocably to him—chaos would erupt. The very notion was as dangerous as it was satisfying.

As the echo of Draven's heavy steps faded, David's mind flitted to Luna, the enigmatic figure in his fold who had yet to awaken. He wondered how long she would remain dormant and what kind of storm she would bring when she finally stirred. But Seraphina came first, her summons wrapped in layers of intrigue that demanded his attention.

With a steadying breath, David pushed the thought of Luna aside and laid a hand on the cold iron handle. The chill seeped into his skin, grounding him in the moment as he turned it and stepped inside. The chamber was bathed in a muted glow from the few crystal lights in the corner. The scent of old parchment and a hint of jasmine lingered, the air tinged with an expectancy that made his pulse quicken.

Seraphina stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the deep shadows of night. The silver glow of the moon poured in, casting an ethereal light over her figure. She wore a black, nearly transparent night dress that clung to her curves with a whisper of seduction, delicate lace tracing patterns along the fabric.

Her raven-black hair fell in silky waves over her shoulders, dark as the night itself and gleaming where the moonlight caressed it. When she turned to face David, her eyes, deep and enigmatic, met his with an intensity that spoke volumes.

"You came," she said, her voice low and velvety, carrying the weight of unspoken truths.

David tilted his head, a smirk curving his mouth. "You don't send Draven for idle chat, Seraphina. What's this about?"

She took a step forward, the room tightening with a tension that spoke of matters far more pressing than business as usual. Whatever this was, David knew that once spoken, there would be no going back.

Seraphina's dark eyes gleamed with a playful, knowing light as she glided across the room, her night dress catching the moonlight and shifting like liquid shadow. Before David could say a word, she wrapped her arms around his neck, the lace of her gown brushing his skin like a whisper.

"And what if this is exactly why I called you here?" she murmured, her breath warm against his ear.

David's gaze swept over her, taking in the delicate, translucent fabric that clung to her curves, hinting at the skin beneath. He smirked, tilting his head slightly. "No," he replied, eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and challenge, "not with what you're wearing."

A chuckle escaped Seraphina's lips, low and melodic, as she stepped back, guiding him toward the bed with a delicate but firm touch. "Oh, David," she teased, her voice carrying a sultry promise, "do you love surprises?"

His brow arched, eyes narrowing with intrigue. "A surprise?" he echoed, his curiosity sharpening.

Without waiting for a reply, Seraphina's nimble fingers reached for the clasps of his tunic, undoing them one by one. Her touch was electric, trailing across his chest and tracing the lean lines of muscle beneath his skin. Each movement was deliberate, a tantalizing prelude that left a heat spreading through him.

The night air seemed to hum with anticipation, thick with the scent of jasmine and an unspoken tension that made the room feel smaller.

In one swift motion, she pushed him back onto the bed, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes as she straddled his waist. Her hands moved with practiced ease, reaching for a small vial that caught the moonlight, its liquid contents shimmering like captured stars.

"A massage," she announced, unscrewing the cap and letting the exotic scent of the potion fill the room. It was rich, heady, and intoxicating.

David's pulse quickened as Seraphina poured a few drops onto her palms, the potion glowing faintly as she pressed her hands against his skin. The sensation was immediate—a tingling warmth that seeped into his muscles, loosening them as if she held fire in her fingertips.

Each glide of her hands was slow and deliberate, coaxing a deep, relaxed sigh from him. The potion carried an unexpected sweetness, sending a pleasant rush through his veins that made his senses sharpen, each touch heightening his awareness of her.

A soft, potent euphoria blossomed in his chest, mingling with a rising hunger that throbbed in sync with his heartbeat. His gaze locked with hers, dark and smoldering, as her hands traveled along his chest, down to his abdomen. She leaned in close, her raven hair brushing against his skin like silk, the scent of her enveloping him.

Just as his mind began to blur with sensation, a flicker of light caught the corner of his vision. A holographic screen materialized, its cool blue glow clashing with the warmth that wrapped around him:

"

[Foreign substance detected. Deploy [[Aurumaris Empyreal Core]] to nullify effects?]

"

David's lips quirked into a smile as he read the words, amusement sparking in his eyes.

Interesting,

he thought, his mind momentarily clear amidst the haze. But he dismissed the system's prompt with a mental command, choosing to sink further into the moment, curious about the extent of Seraphina's plans.

The system screen faded, and David's attention returned to Seraphina, who had not broken her rhythm. She arched an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she felt his muscles tense and relax beneath her touch. The potion continued to work its magic, sending waves of warmth and pleasure coursing through him. Whatever this was, David decided, he was ready to let it unfold, trusting Seraphina's intentions and savouring the night that promised secrets and indulgence in equal measure.

Seraphina's eyes shimmered, dark pools with a fire now fully ignited as she uncapped the vial again. With deliberate grace, she let the shimmering potion drip down her collarbone down her cleavage, the liquid glistening on her pale skin and soaking into the lace of her night dress.

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, outlining every curve as if the dress itself wished to join in their passion. The air between them thickened, a charged silence broken only by the pounding of their hearts.

She straddled him with fluid elegance, the weight of her settling over his hips. David's body tensed in response as he felt his shaft pressed between her full thighs, the warmth of her skin burning through the fabric like a brand.

The soft friction sent a shock of pleasure through him, and his breath caught. Seraphina leaned down, so close that their noses brushed, her raven hair cascading around them like a curtain of midnight silk.

"Tonight, I'll take care of you," she whispered, the promise in her voice sending a shiver racing down his spine.

Her lips claimed his in a kiss that was confident and hungry, a marked improvement from their first tentative encounters. Each movement of her mouth and the gentle, teasing press of her tongue showed how far she'd come, and David couldn't help but be impressed—and aroused.

Her hips shifted, grinding against him in slow, languid rolls that ignited every nerve in his body. The thin barrier between them only heightened the sensation, the heat and pressure building like a storm ready to break. David's hands found her waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric as he pulled her closer, guiding her rhythm. Their breaths mingled, deepening as the room around them faded into a blur of shadows and light.

They gave themselves to the night, their desires unfurling in a dance of shared need and discovery. The hours passed in a feverish haze, the boundaries between where he ended and she began blurring with each kiss, each whispered promise, and each shuddering sigh. The potion's effects heightened every touch, every caress, until time itself felt suspended, held captive by their passion.

When dawn's first light crept through the window, painting their entangled bodies in a soft glow, David lay with Seraphina nestled against him. The fire in her eyes had dimmed to a smolder, satisfied and gentle, while David traced lazy circles on her back, already craving for their morning session.

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A/N: Next, a small time skip. Happy reading.