Chapter 6 - Bargains of Power and Passion

The Starlance glided back into Aeltharion's orbit, its starfire runes flickering as the twin moons of Elyndor bathed the floating citadels in silver light. Zevryn Thaloryn stood on the observation deck, his white hair matted with sweat and blood from the Shadow Veil, his violet eyes hardened with the weight of command. His black obsidian armor bore the scars of battle—gashes from the shadow beast, stains from Drayce and Kaelith's blood—his silver tattoos pulsing faintly with the starfire within. The victory had been costly, but the intel pointing to Councilor Varn's treachery demanded immediate action. Political stability was slipping, and Zevryn knew he had to secure the Council, even if it meant using his body as a tool—a duty he loathed but accepted for Aeltharion's survival.Lysara Veyne joined him, her shadowweave armor clinging to her curves, the black material shimmering with an eerie glow. Her dark hair framed her sharp face, her amber eyes burning with a mix of pride and possessiveness after their armory encounter, where they had devoured each other's juices, licking and slurping blood and cum with savage hunger. "Varn's move is imminent," she said, her voice a sultry edge. "The Council's divided—half want you dead, half want your throne. We need them united."Zevryn's jaw tightened, his starfire flaring briefly. "I'll handle it," he replied, his voice rough. "Some of those old bastards need more than promises—they need a deal sealed in flesh. I'll do what's necessary." His tone carried a hint of reluctance, his preference for Lysara clear, but the stakes of power outweighed his desires.The Council chamber loomed with its obsidian and crystal grandeur, the holo-ceiling displaying Aeltharion's starry expanse. The twelve councilors sat in their thrones, their faces etched with suspicion and ambition. Zevryn entered with Lysara, his presence commanding, but his eyes scanned for leverage. Councilor Torin Valthar, a broad-shouldered man of forty with silver-streaked hair and control over the military faction, caught his gaze, a flicker of interest in his gray eyes. Councilor Rhydian Korr, lean and thirty-five with jet-black hair, ruled the trade guilds and exuded a calculating hunger. Zevryn knew these men held the keys to stability, and he steeled himself for the task ahead.The meeting was a battlefield of words—accusations of the Veil mission, whispers of Varn's betrayal—but Zevryn's mind calculated his next move. After the session, he dismissed Lysara with a curt nod, her shadow magic coiling as she left, her smirk hinting at her awareness of his plan. He approached Torin first, leading him to a private chamber, his expression a mask of duty. "You want the military behind me," Zevryn said, his voice flat. "Name your price."Torin's smile was predatory. "You, prince," he replied, stepping closer. "A night to seal the deal." Zevryn's stomach churned, but he nodded, shedding his armor with mechanical precision. Torin grabbed him, kissing him hard, and Zevryn bit back, drawing blood out of necessity, licking and slurping it with a forced hunger, his starfire dimming to mask his distaste. Torin moaned, his hands tearing at Zevryn's pants, freeing his cock, which hardened reluctantly under the councilor's touch.Zevryn pushed Torin to his knees, his mind on Aeltharion, not pleasure. "Suck it," he commanded, his voice cold, and Torin obeyed, taking him deep, slurping and licking pre-cum with eager moans. Zevryn fucked his mouth, his hands gripping Torin's head, thrusting until cum spilled, the act mechanical, devoid of passion. He pulled out, flipping Torin over, spitting on his hand to slick his dick, and thrust into Torin's ass with a brutal force, his starfire flaring to finish the job. He bit Torin's shoulder, licking the blood, slurping the sweat, drinking the juices to seal the deal, his movements raw but detached. Torin came with a shout, and Zevryn withdrew, wiping his mouth, securing the military's loyalty with a grim nod.Next, he met Rhydian, the trade guild master's green eyes glinting with lust. "Your guilds for my support," Zevryn said, his voice steady despite the bile rising in his throat. Rhydian pushed him against the wall, biting his neck, licking the blood, and Zevryn responded in kind, slurping Rhydian's sweat with a practiced hunger. Rhydian freed Zevryn's cock, sucking it hard, biting the base, and Zevryn thrust into his mouth, his starfire burning to mask his discomfort. He flipped Rhydian to the floor, tearing off his robes, and fucked him raw, his dick plunging deep, his hands drawing blood from Rhydian's thighs, which he licked and slurped, drinking the juices with a forced intensity that surpassed his passion with Lysara—for power's sake. Rhydian came, his cum splattered, and Zevryn licked it up, sealing the guilds' allegiance with a cold smirk.Back on the Starlance, Lysara paced the bridge, her shadow magic flaring as jealousy gnawed at her. She knew Zevryn's sacrifice, but the thought of him with men—more passionately for politics—stung her pussy with a mix of rage and desire. Selene Mirath, her golden hair loose, worked at the navigation console. "The core temple's coordinates are locked," Selene said, her starry eyes nervous. "Varn's trail leads there. We need to intercept."Lysara nodded, her voice tight. "He's buying us time. Let's make it count." Her mind lingered on Zevryn, her hunger to reclaim him growing.In the undercity, Mira Tselvar navigated the slums, her ash-blonde hair hidden, her green eyes fixed on the holo-map. Whispers of Varn's temple raid reached her, and the nineteen-year-old thief sharpened her blade, her resolve hardening. The Starheart was her escape, and she'd kill to claim it.The next day, Zevryn faced the Council, Torin and Rhydian's support securing a majority vote, their loyalty bought with his body. But as he left, Lysara cornered him in a shadowed alcove, her shadow magic coiling. "You fucked them," she hissed, her voice a mix of anger and need. "More rawly than me, for politics."Zevryn grabbed her, his lips crashing into hers, biting hard, licking her blood as he pressed his dick against her. "For Aeltharion," he growled, his starfire flaring. "But you're my fire." He tore at her armor, his tongue diving into her cunt, slurping her juices with a desperate hunger, biting her clit until she screamed. She clawed his back, licking his wounds, slurping his blood as they fucked against the wall, their passion a wildfire, drinking each other's essence to reclaim their bond.