The undercity of Aeltharion smoldered with the aftermath of Mira Tselvar's escape, its neon-lit slums fractured by temporal rifts—jagged tears in reality where time warped, freezing moments or accelerating decay. King Zevryn Thaloryn stood atop a shattered foundry, his white hair whipping in the wind, his violet eyes scanning the rifts with grim determination. His obsidian armor gleamed, his silver tattoos pulsing with starfire, a testament to his dual kingship over Aeltharion and Varenthia. Beneath his armor, his royal dick—now more veiny, an extra inch adding to its massive length—rested heavily, a symbol of his dominance, though his focus was the hunt. The Starheart's instability, wielded by Mira, threatened both empires, and Zevryn's political intelligence demanded swift action.Lysara Veyne stood beside him, her shadowweave armor clinging to her curves, her dark hair framing her sharp face, her amber eyes glowing with resolve. Her shadow magic probed the rifts, sensing the Starheart's chaotic energy. "She's using the rifts to evade us," she said, her voice low, her mistrust from Zevryn's encounter with Seris Vorn softening into a fierce partnership. "But they're spreading—Selene's right. If we don't stop Mira, Aeltharion and Varenthia could collapse."Zevryn nodded, his starfire flaring, his tattoos blazing. "We track the rifts," he growled, his voice a command befitting a king. "She can't hide forever. We'll need the dragon riders and your shadows to close in." His violet eyes met hers, a flicker of warmth breaking his resolve. "But first, Lysara… we need this." He stepped closer, his hand cupping her face, the tension of their mission igniting a deeper need.Lysara's breath hitched, her shadow magic coiling around them, amplifying the moment. "Yes," she whispered, her amber eyes locking with his, her jealousy melting into desire. They retreated to a hidden chamber within the foundry, its walls scarred by time rifts, the air thick with tension and the scent of starfire. Zevryn shed his armor, revealing his muscular frame, his royal dick standing erect—veiny, an inch longer, a testament to his kingly power. Lysara tore at her shadowweave, exposing her curves, her pussy already wet with anticipation.Their kiss was a collision, passionate and intense, Zevryn biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, licking it with a hungry moan, slurping the metallic taste as their tongues clashed. Lysara moaned into his mouth, her hands clawing his back, her shadow magic wrapping around his cock, stroking its veiny length with a dark caress. "You're mine, King," she growled, her voice raw, pushing him onto a makeshift bed of rubble and cloth.Zevryn pulled her atop him, his hands gripping her hips, his royal dick throbbing as he thrust into her pussy with a brutal yet tender force, its extra inch stretching her deeper than ever. Lysara screamed, her body arching, her cunt clenching around him as he fucked her with a passion that shook the chamber, their magic—starfire and shadow—merging in a blaze of light and darkness. He bit her neck, licking the blood, slurping her sweat, drinking her juices as she rode him, her nails raking his chest, drawing blood she licked and slurped with equal hunger.Their intensity built, Zevryn flipping her onto her back, his royal dick plunging deeper, his thrusts a rhythmic storm of love and dominance. Lysara's shadow magic tightened around them, her moans echoing as she came, her juices flooding over him, her body trembling with pleasure. Zevryn followed, his cum spilling inside her, hot and thick, and he leaned down, licking her clit, slurping her essence, biting gently as she shuddered, their bond reaffirmed in the raw act.They lay panting, their bodies slick with sweat and blood, their magic calming. Zevryn kissed her softly, biting her lip again, licking the fresh blood, a tender reclaiming. "You're my fire," he murmured, his violet eyes fierce. Lysara smiled, her amber eyes glowing. "And you're my shadow," she replied, their trust mended, though the mission loomed.Back in the undercity, the dragon riders—led by Commander Tharion, a grizzled man of fifty with a celestial dragon tattoo—reported to Zevryn. "The rifts are concentrated east," Tharion said, his voice gruff, his dragon roaring softly. "Mira's trail leads to the Rift Market—a black-market hub. She's likely trading the Starheart's power." Zevryn's political intelligence clicked, recognizing the Market's lawlessness as both a danger and an opportunity. "We strike at dawn," he ordered, his starfire sword blazing. "No mercy."Lysara's shadow magic probed the east, confirming the Market's location, its stalls a chaotic blend of tech and magic, the rifts warping its edges. Selene Mirath joined via holo-comm, her golden hair loose, her starry eyes wide. "The Starheart's energy is spiking," she warned, her voice urgent. "It's creating stable rifts—gateways. Mira could escape to another system if we don't act fast." Zevryn's dual kingship weighed on him, the stakes galactic.At dawn, Zevryn, Lysara, and the dragon riders descended on the Rift Market, its neon signs flickering, its denizens scattering as temporal distortions twisted the air. Mira stood at a central stall, bartering with a hooded figure, the Starheart pulsing in her hands, its light casting eerie shadows. "You're done," Zevryn roared, his starfire sword igniting, his tattoos blazing as he charged, Lysara's shadows flanking him.Mira smirked, activating the Starheart, a rift opening behind her, its edges crackling with temporal energy. She leaped through, the hooded figure following, the portal shrinking as Zevryn reached it, his blade slashing the air where she'd been. The rift collapsed, leaving a void, the Market's chaos settling into stunned silence. "She's gone," Lysara said, her voice tight, her shadow magic fading. "But we'll find her—through the rifts."Zevryn's royal dick stirred at her determination, a reminder of their passion, but he suppressed it, his focus returning to the hunt. "Selene, track the rift signatures," he ordered via comm. "We follow her, no matter where she goes." The betrayal arc deepened, the Starheart's power now a galaxy-wide threat, Zevryn and Lysara's bond their strongest weapon.
