Julian's hips stilled for a fraction of a second as a familiar translucent panel shimmered into existence at the edge of his vision—blue text glowing softly against the dim light of Beatrix's quarters.
[Domination Quest Progress]
Objective: Beatrix Quinn
Slap her ass: 0/12
Creampie: 0/5
Make her climax with fingers: 0/1
The notification hovered silently, patient and predatory. Julian's eyes flicked to it once—acknowledging—then back to Beatrix beneath him. Her pitch-black eyes were wide, breathing shallow and rapid, short dark-blue hair already mussed against the pillow. She looked up at him with a mix of trust, nervousness, and unmistakable want.
He leaned down, kissing her softly—reassuring—before positioning himself again. The head of his cock pressed against her slick entrance, parting her folds gently. Beatrix tensed instinctively, fingers clutching the sheets.
"Relax," Julian murmured against her lips. "I'll go slow."
