Luneshale Pass sword of destiny

her body trembled beneath him, not from fear but from the overwhelming weight of his presence, the force of his possession. every word he growled, though foreign, carried a meaning she understood in her bones. sons, daughters, a kingdom—they were promises as much as they were commands. his strength, his will, his unrelenting desire burned into her, and she accepted it all without hesitation.

her breath came shallow as his teeth dug into her scruff, the warmth of his breath searing against her neck. his voice was rough, primal, yet it resonated with an undeniable authority. hers, she thought, her submission not a mark of weakness but a deliberate choice. her heart pounded as his words wrapped around her like a binding spell, sealing her fate to his.

yours, she whispered, her voice steady despite the trembling of her limbs. she tilted her head slightly, baring her neck further, offering herself fully to him. her pale eyes fluttered shut, her mind repeating his words in her own understanding—daughters fierce enough to shatter kings, sons strong enough to claim the earth. it was a destiny she was ready to fulfill, and she would bear it with pride.

ione, yours, she murmured again, the words soft yet filled with conviction. her tail shifted instinctively, brushing against him, a silent acknowledgment of his claim. he was her conqueror, her emperor, and she was his willingly. the fire in her chest mirrored the one in his, and together, they would burn.