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Night had fallen, and Andy lay on the thin mattress in his cell. Kevin's last barb still rang in his ears, but it didn't sting. After the old man's words, Andy had simply walked out—no retort, no clenched fist. Punching him would've been a waste.
He stared at the cracked ceiling until boredom won. Just as he was about to fall asleep, his right eye caught sight of a dust-covered book on the bedside table. Reaching for the battered volume, he cracked it open. The Battle of the Eternal Souls. The title alone hooked him.
Within minutes Andy was lost in the book's history.
Millennia ago, in a timeless void beyond reality itself, Planteira—the genderless Creator of the Eight Celestial Sages—forged the Philosopher's Stone: a rough red rock that looked like any river pebble, yet held the power to amplify magic beyond measure and grant any wish its master dared to speak. This relic could bestow extraordinary abilities on both the "talented" and the "defective." After Planteira's passing, the Stone was entrusted to Veldra, the Goddess of the Seed and the weakest of the Eight Gods. In honor of their creator, Veldra named this newly born world Planteira.
When the Demon King threatened to plunge Planteira into darkness, Veldra summoned Hiroto Kuroda, an "Alien" from another world, and blessed him with the Stone. With its power, Hiroto became the hero who defeated the Demon King and restored peace.
After Hiroto's death and the Stone's disappearance, the two kingdoms that had coexisted in relative peace during his reign—the Human Kingdom of Murk and the Elven Kingdom of Greenwood—plunged into unprecedented conflict.
The Stone's vanishing sparked a frantic search. Leaders formed teams, posted bounties, and tried every method imaginable. Days turned to weeks without success, and tension between the kingdoms boiled over. Resources dwindled, economies crumbled, citizens starved, and distrust festered. What began as a quest for a relic became a struggle for survival and supremacy. Borders hardened, raids grew brutal, and war became inevitable.
The war rages on to this day, a festering wound that has scarred Planteira for centuries. Yet its true beginning is shrouded in uncertainty—historians debate whether it erupted around year 115 or 120 after the Fall of Alazord, the Demon King of Anarchy. This war, known as the Battle of the Eternal Souls, earned its name from the combatants' unwavering perseverance and endless sacrifice—souls trapped in an eternal cycle of bloodshed.
Turning a page, Andy froze at an illustration: Veldra, a being of unearthly beauty, skin pure white, long straight green hair cascading like vines, blue eyes brimming with life. Their body was flawless—voluptuous curves, long legs, a face without blemish, even their nose perfect. A chain of white flowers crowned their hair, a crystal glinting on their forehead. Gold rings and bracelets adorned their wrists and fingers. They wore no clothes; divine mist veiled their modesty.
On the next page: the Philosopher's Stone, rough as any river rock—yet this was no ordinary pebble. History's mightiest artifact, capable of granting absolute dominion over everything.
"If I get that stone, I can return to my world?" Andy whispered, eyes still fixed on the page.
"What are you mumbling, Mr. Alien?"
The cell door creaked open. Tina stepped in, three empty vials clinking in her hand. Blonde hair spilled over her shoulders. Her upper body was encased in gleaming metal armor that strained against her massive breasts; below, a scandalously short skirt barely covered her thighs, flashing black lace panties with every step. The tight plates and flaring hips framed an enormous, perfectly rounded ass that swayed like a promise.
Andy set the book aside and rose, hostility flickering in his gaze. "What do you want?"
Tina's face hardened into a cold, serious mask. "That's how you greet your partner, boy? Keep it up and I'll rape you just like those heroines did, may they rest in peace."
Andy swallowed hard. "Sorry," he muttered, forcing calm.
Tina nodded, satisfied that she had established her dominance. "Good boy. I'm here with a deal. Influential nobles will pay top coin for your seed. Forty gold for three vials. But first, we fuck—I need to get pregnant. A live test. They don't trust me yet. Deal?"
Andy was silent for a moment, weighing the implications of Tina's offer thinking that this woman was too crazy about money to get pregnant.
Andy had been thinking about securing some money as a safety precaution, especially after Kevin's warnings about possible attacks from the prisioners rivals. Finally, he turned to Tina decisively. "I'll take the deal, but for 50 gold coins."
"Deal. Now then let's not waste time," she purred, voice thick with hunger.
Tina's grin turned wicked. She unbuckled her metal corset in two sharp clicks; the plates clattered to the floor, freeing her enormous breasts, heavy and round, nipples peaked. The short skirt followed, sliding down to reveal black lace panties already soaked through. She kicked them aside, exposing the slick, swollen folds of her wet pussy and the perfect swell of her massive ass.
Andy, taking note of her seductive movements, quickly shed his clothing, revealing a large erect penis throbbing with anticipation. With each movement, his pulsing member promised an intense and pleasurable experience.
Tina dropped onto the bed and rolled onto her back, knees pulled to her chest, arms hooked around her thighs to spread herself wide. Her enormous breasts spilled sideways, nipples hard as pebbles; her massive ass lifted off the mattress, framing the swollen, her pussy, shaved except for a narrow blonde strip, glistened with juices; her labia spread apart with a wet plop, revealing the pink, throbbing interior.
"Knock me up with that alien seed, Andy," she demanded, voice raw with need. "Pump me full until I'm swollen with your child."