Nothing could come out of nothingness. The last thing they want was to make Nicolas look ridiculous. On the other hand, Nicolas booked the highest suite in the capital’s oldest world-tree hotel, a quiet, private floor where the living wood walls muted every sound and the windows looked out over the endless canopy of Nur. The moment the door sealed behind them, the noise of five hundred billion gold and the screaming networks fell away.
Mia stood in the center of the suite, still in her combat coat, luminous eyes soft for the first time since the dungeon. Nicolas stepped close, cupped her face, and spoke quietly.
“I meant what I said on the terrace. You are the queen of this harem in the real world. Not a consort. The first. When we take this planet, you stand at the front with me.”
Her breath caught. “And children?”
“Seven,” he answered without hesitation. “I want seven with you. Strong, luminous, carrying both the Dragon Emperor’s blood and the Sacred Phoenix Light. A new bloodline that the hyperverse will have to acknowledge.”
Mia’s eyes flared brighter, sacred fire flickering under her skin. “Seven,” she repeated, tasting the number. “Then we should start practicing.”
He kissed her slowly at first, then deeper. Clothes came away in pieces. When Mia finally pushed his last layer down, she froze.
Thick, heavy cock hung between his thighs, already half-hard and still thickening under her stare. The size was unreal—veined, dense, and clearly more than most women could take. Mia’s full breasts rose and fell faster.
“That’s… a lot,” she whispered.
She shook her head once, fiercely. “I said I would become strong enough. I’m not stopping.”
He laid her on the wide bed. For a long time he only touched and kissed—mouth on her breasts, tongue tracing the soft skin of her stomach, two thick fingers opening her carefully until she was dripping and trembling. Only when she was pushing up against his hand and whispering his name did he position himself and begin to push inside.
Mia’s head fell back with a broken gasp.
“Ah—! It’s too—Nicolas— AH”
“Breathe for me.” He worked himself in inch by inch, giving her body time to stretch around the thick girth. By the time he was halfway she was already shaking, nails digging into his shoulders. When he finally bottomed out, hips flush against hers, Mia let out a long, wrecked moan.
“Full—I’m so full—”
Then he started moving.
Nicolas fucked her with deep, powerful strokes that forced the air from her lungs. The wet slap of their bodies filled the room. Mia’s hips jerked up to meet him; her breasts bounced with every thrust. She cried out without restraint, half overwhelm, half pure need.
“The first time we met,” he growled against her ear, never slowing, “you looked at me like you already knew you were going to die.”
Mia sobbed around a moan. “You saved me anyway. Then you told me I could stay.”
“You stayed.” He drove deeper, forcing another cry from her. “You baked for me. You trusted me. You let me kiss you and still looked at me like I might break you.” This story is hosted at novelping.com.
“I wanted you to,” she gasped. “Even then. I just didn’t know if I would survive it.”
He shifted her legs higher and pounded into her harder. The bed frame groaned. Mia’s eyes rolled back as climax ripped through her in violent waves, her walls clenching desperately around him. Nicolas kept going, fucking her through it until she was babbling, then followed with a heavy, flooding release that spilled deep inside her.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard.
After a long time Mia gave a weak, radiant laugh. “Seven children. We’re going to need a bigger house.”
Nicolas kissed the corner of her mouth, still buried inside her. “We’ll take a city first.”
Later, when they could move again, he ordered dinner to the suite, rich capital dishes, soft bread, grilled meats, and sweet wine. They ate across from each other at the low table, Mia wearing only one of his shirts, the fabric stretched tight across her full breasts and still-damp thighs. Every so often her eyes would drop to his lap and a fresh flush would color her cheeks.
They talked quietly about the next dungeon, about the fifty cities, about the seven lives they had just agreed to create. Outside the living-wood windows the capital continued to invent stories about the two Heroics who had walked out of a Legendary dungeon with five hundred billion gold.
Inside the suite, the Dragon Emperor and his Sacred Phoenix Queen finished their meal, returned to the bed, and began the long, careful work of making the first of those seven children possible, again and again, until the night canopy of Jupiter turned toward dawn.
Hmm... It could be better. Yeah, it is not perfect. What a mess.
Anyway, Thank you for reading.