THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

Luna's front canines lengthened, gleaming with a sharpness that mirrored the primal hunger she could barely restrain. It was a sensation unlike any she'd felt in her long existence, a wildfire sparked within by a mortal—David. The memory of their battle flooded her senses, a tempest of clashing steel and the scent of sweat-soaked earth.

He had fought with a ferocity and joy that lit his eyes even as his body cracked under the strain. She had been sure of victory, her power insurmountable, yet David had met her at every turn with that infuriating, fearless grin.

The moment he brought her back, binding her essence to him in a new, incomprehensible way, he had unknowingly captured her heart. She had been reborn in his shadow, chained yet liberated from the isolation of the tower where centuries had slipped by like whispers. Now, every heartbeat reminded her of the life she owed him—a life spent in a tempest of yearning that only grew stronger each day.

The tower had once been her prison, a cage of cold stone and loneliness. Yet here she was, breathing in the crisp scent of fresh linens mingled with the musk of David himself. This room, unfamiliar and untouched by the presence of any other woman, felt sacred.

Her nostrils flared as she savoured the purity of it, a space unsullied by the mingling scents of his other companions. Though she now called them sisters, their inferior strength gnawed at her pride. The knowledge that their essence mingled with his made her blood simmer with envy.

But here, in this moment, all those feelings vanished, drowned by a surging tide of instinct. She straddled David's lap, her lithe body pressing against him with an urgency she could barely control. The shadows from which she had emerged melted away, leaving nothing between them but the soft glow of the room's lanterns. Her sun eyes, deep pools of gold, met his, and she felt the tremor in his frame—was it surprise or something deeper?

Before he could speak, she bent her head, the tips of her elongated canines grazing his neck. The sensation sent a shiver through him, and Luna's lips curled into a smile that held both mischief and hunger. Her kisses were soft at first, each one a silent confession, but soon her teeth joined the dance, lightly nipping at the tender skin where his pulse beat strongest. Each playful bite sent a jolt of heat through him, making him gasp.

"Luna," he whispered, barely more than a breath. She drew back slightly, enough to look into his eyes, which now glistened with the dawning realization of his fate—one sealed by his own oversight.

"You don't know what you've done to me, do you?" Her voice was husky, laced with longing and the sharp edge of frustration.

David swallowed, his throat dry as he processed the wild need in her eyes. He could feel the boundary between them blur, the room shrinking until only the heat between their bodies mattered. Whatever restraint he might have found within himself was swept away as Luna's lips met his once more, sealing them both in a moment that felt both fated and forbidden.

David led Luna to lie on the plush, black leather sofa, their mouths still connected in a passionate dance of lips and breath. Her kisses felt amateurish at first, hesitant and raw, but it took her only a heartbeat to adapt, matching David's rhythm with a hunger that grew by the second.

Their shared warmth intensified, the heat between them sparking like an uncontained fire. David's fingers traced the curves of her body, the sensation electric as he explored the delicate fabric that hugged her frame. His touch was firm yet reverent, moving with a deliberate slowness that made her shiver in anticipation.

With a practiced ease, David undid the first button of her dark blouse, and then another, each unfastening a promise of what was to come. As the last button came free, her blouse slipped open, revealing the smooth expanse of her pale skin.

Her chest spilled out, rising and falling with her rapid breaths, the warmth of her soft, full breasts pressing against his own chest. For a moment, time seemed to pause; the room was filled with the sound of their shared breaths and the thunderous beat of their hearts.

David broke the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting them, glistening in the dim candlelight. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, eyes tracing the beautiful chaos before him. Luna's silver silk hair fanned out across the black leather sofa like moonlight on a dark sea, framing her pale face, now tinged with a fierce blush. Her eyes, deep and unyielding, bore into his own, still smoldering with defiance and desire.

"You're holding back," Luna whispered, a playful challenge lacing her voice as she tilted her chin up, daring him to push further. Her gaze was sharp, predatory, the mark of an alpha who would never concede defeat.

David's lips curled into a grin, the heat between them simmering into an electric tension. "Am I?" he teased, his fingers grazing her flushed cheek before trailing down to her collarbone, tracing invisible patterns that left her shivering.

"Always testing me, Luna," he murmured, their foreheads touching as their breaths mingled. Her eyes glinted, a silent proclamation that she would match him move for move.

"You would hate me otherwise," she replied, a smirk curving her lips, defiance still burning bright. She reached up, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him back to her. Their mouths collided again, hungrier, more desperate this time. Each kiss was a battle, a struggle for dominance neither was willing to forfeit.

David's hands wandered, sliding over her shoulders and slipping beneath the fabric of her dark blouse. The buttons gave way, and the warmth of her skin met his own. She arched into him, her breath hitching as his touch grew bolder.

"David," she gasped, her voice losing its edge, softening as his lips found the curve of her neck. For a moment, vulnerability flickered in her eyes before it vanished behind that fierce, unyielding stare.

He pulled back slightly, eyes locking with hers. "Do you trust me?" he asked, his tone softer, almost tender.

Luna's expression faltered, the question catching her off guard. But then she nodded, the movement slight yet resolute. "With my life," she whispered.

A rare, warm smile tugged at David's lips. "Then let me show you something new," he said, voice low and filled with promise.

The room seemed to shrink around them, their world reduced to the heat between their bodies and the quickening rhythm of their hearts. David traced his hands along her sides, feeling the shudder that ran through her as he met her eyes again, steady and assured.

"You're mine," Luna said, fierce and breathless, her nails raking lightly down his back. It was not a question or a plea but a statement, raw and possessive.

David chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Always," he replied, before he slowly used his tongue to taste her ample breasts, finally popping her erect brown nipple into his mouth like a cherry.

Luna tried to restrain her moans, but David attacked from both sides, his free hand massaging her other bosom. Luna experienced new sensations for the first time and couldn't hold it any longer, wiggling her waist to get David's attention. David, popping out her nipple, understood her feelings without words and slowly undressed her while removing his own pants.

With the strength of his current cultivation, David lifted Luna and used the wall to support her, aligning his shaft with her maiden cave, which was already dripping with honey. With a single thrust, David felt her maiden cave suck him in deeper, and he held back the urge to release. Luna's moans echoed in the room as David's rod slowly ravaged her insides. When she climaxed, she still held on to consciousness.

"Not yet," she begged, clinging tightly to David, who maintained his pace until he climaxed as well. By then, Luna was so exhausted that she slipped into unconsciousness without knowing when.

Suddenly, the system window popped up, declaring, "[Euphoric Shroud in use]." David thanked his luck for such a useful skill to remove pain and replace it with pure bliss.

"[Essence Conversion has been deemed impossible due to the high cultivation of the target],"

the system announced.

"This isn't good," David thought as he placed Luna on the bed.

"[Forcefully upgrading Sacred Essence Cultivation technique]," the system declared.

David sank to the floor in a lotus position, bracing for pain. Instead, golden sigils blossomed around his divine heart, filling him with an overwhelming surge of desire and love for those closest to him. To his surprise, the sensation wasn't painful but intoxicating.

The system window materialized:

"[Sacred Essence Cultivation has been upgraded to

complete Sacred Essence Cultivation

]."

Another message followed:

"[Essence Conversion will be extracted from a target with a higher cultivation level]."

Power coursed through him, his strength soaring as realization struck. His eyes widened, and a grin spread across his face, anticipation flickering within.