Daniel Martinez
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Arian's apology had no impact on Mithras' rage. No, it made it worse. So, the grown man had caused his sister to get kidnapped by the Angra Theocracy's Grand Priestess and sliced him to death...all because he was jealous? Was that supposed to make him feel better? Maybe hoping for some level of maturity from an overly pampered 18-year-old young noble was too much to ask. But did it have to reach the point that basic human decency had left the chat? 'Bloody hell. Why is your type of scum allowed to…
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"What? You can slice people up, but when you get a taste of your own medicine, you start speaking in riddles? Bullshit. You're gonna get more of these hands whether you want to or not—cause a real man gotta pay his debts, and Arian, you owe me stacks of payback." While still pressing his foot on Arian's throat, Mithras crouched and leaned over, whispering straight into the noble's ear before hammering his fist into his temple—MMA finish style. With one foot on Arian's throat and the other in his…
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Following the appearance of Arian, a dreary silence fell on the scene. Mithras stared at Arian. Arian at Mithras, the two fixing one another with undisguised killing intent. "Arian, what is the meaning of this?" Unable to bear the atmosphere, Cassandra broke the silence. "What do you think, mom? It's exactly what it looks like. Your son is a lot more capable than you give him credit for," Arian said, and with a shrill laugh, pulled out a black and white mirror. "I had a little fortuitous encounter in…
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As guilt took over Mithras' heart, making him blame himself for this outcome, a series of system prompts echoed in his mind. At Mithras' request, the system listed the perks of Ishtar's mutation. Based on common knowledge, first-class Gene bearers like Arian could only temper themselves to the first level of the Golden Palace—meaning that Akamana likely possessed a king-class mutation at the very least. This was not good news. Relying on raw power alone, there wasn't a faction in the Purple…
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Happiness, confusion and burning pleasure, as her thick and supple ass cheeks tightened on the anal beads, a torrent of blissful sensations swept through Cassandra, bringing her to cloud nine and causing the matriarch to bite her tongue to restrain another series of moans. Not paying attention to the cum still trickling down her thighs or the beads stuck in her ass, Cassandra turned 180, facing Mithras with mixed feelings. Sensing an opportunity, the Human Aphrodisiac crossed his hands over his chest,…
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There were times when people let emotions and desires get to their head, leading them to commit actions that went against their inner wishes. Cassandra was in one such position, and as she welcomed Mithras' seed inside of her, the Astalon matriarch became a mix of bliss and pain. Bliss because the Mithras that she'd been fantasizing about for years was now unloading jet after jet of spunk inside her delicious cunt, and pain because she noticed her Gene's release, and feared—no, dreaded—that her…
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"Oh...fuck...fuck, fuck!" Barely had Cassandra shoved Mithras's cock up her cunt that her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm, making the powerful matriarch shake like mad as her pussy tightened on the youth's monster rod. Her hands grasped his muscular chest, holding on for dear life as her eyes rolled back. Consumed by pleasure, Mithras didn't notice Cassandra's state. And perhaps even if he did, he wouldn't care. The youth's hands tightened on the matriarch's waist. His hips thrust upward,…
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With a dramatic spin, Mithras turned 180, directly bowing at the newcomer. A 1.72-m-tall woman stood before him. With bombastic curves that stood out in her close-fitting purple dress, mid-long hair tied in a chignon, and a captivating pair of light-brown eyes, that woman stood out like a walking succubus, tempting men with her milky skin and magnificent cleavage. She was Cassandra, mistress of House Astalon. One glance at her and Mithras's cock swelled in his pants, forming a bulging mast that…
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Meanwhile, within the main hall of House Astalon, Arian faced his parents: the head of household, Duke Luther di Astalon and his wife, Cassandra di Elektra. As one of the four Ducal Houses of the Blood Smelting Kingdom, House Astalon carried an illustrious legacy that dated back to the founding of the kingdom. Their head, Luther, was a renowned great duke at the tenth level of Inner Accumulation, enough to become a respected figure of the Red Cloud Theocracy and a powerhouse of the Blood Smelting…
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Sid Gene bearers became Templars. But Sid Flame bearers became Gurus, the true masters of the Spiritual World. Outside of noble houses, only one in a hundred were born with a Sid Gene. But throughout the Spiritual World, only one in a million possessed Sid Flames! Once awoken, Sid Flames gave their owner the ability to absorb ambient Sid, use mystical abilities known as Mantras, and exchange mental messages with whomever they wanted. The mantras one could learn depended on the Sid Flame they were…
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