Sigh… I am beat!"
Jumping onto his bed after a hot soak to scrub away the remnants of the day, Kaelen Aurion released a long sigh of contentment. The softness of the royal mattress felt like a healing balm to his fatigued body, and for a moment, his mind stopped racing.
Today had been a whirlwind. Between the grueling training with Reya and the reality-shattering conversation with his aunt, Seraphina, Kaelen felt like his soul was being stretched thin. The ominous weight of his new path—the path of the Weaver King—made him restless, even as his limbs felt like lead.
He had spent hours in preparation for his future role, followed by a lecture on Veridian history that felt more like mental torture. He was drained, both physically and spiritually. He had hoped that the solitude of his room would allow him to shut off the Genesis Sigil and drift into a dreamless sleep, away from the shimmering threads of destiny that now perpetually colored his vision.
However, just as he was about to surrender to the darkness…
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Someone was at the door. Kaelen groaned, opening his eyes to see the faint, pulsing thread of intent leading into the hallway. "The door's open. Come in."
"Excuse me. Sorry for interrupting your rest, Your Highness."
A woman of immense presence walked into the room, her elegant gait carrying a newfound seductive flair. It was Elara, the head retainer. She curtsied deeply, the golden light of the room reflecting off her horns and the rhythmic sway of her dark tail.
"Elara?" Kaelen sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Is there a reason you're here at this hour? Did Aunt Seraphina forget to tell me something?"
"Her Majesty informed me about your discussion this morning," Elara said, her voice dropping to a low, melodic hum. "She advised that you consult with me regarding... the initiation of your power. Specifically, the necessity of Harmonic Resonance."
Kaelen felt a sudden heat rise in his chest. "Ah. Right. To be honest, Elara, I'm lost. I've spent my life holed up in this palace. I don't even know where to begin with... courting, let alone the kind of connection the Sigil requires. Help me out, will you?"
A slow, knowing smile spread across Elara's mature face. She walked toward the bed, her movements deliberate and mesmerizing. "I have many ideas to help you gain the experience you need, Kaelen. But for your first resonance, Her Majesty was very specific. The vessel must be strong. It must be someone experienced."
Before Kaelen could respond, Elara reached out, her hand pressing gently against his chest to guide him back onto the pillows. Kaelen gulped as he looked up at her, the Genesis Sigil flaring between them.
"Is Your Highness unwilling to initiate the bond with an 'old' woman like me?" she whispered, her eyes dark with a mixture of devotion and long-buried desire.
Kaelen's heart hammered against his ribs. He would be lying if he said he hadn't harbored carnal fantasies about Elara. She had been his protector and his caregiver, but the taboo nature of their bond only made the current reality more intoxicating.
"You're exhausted, Kaelen," she murmured, her hands moving to the hem of her maid blouse. "Allow me to provide a massage to soothe your weariness… and to open the first thread."
She didn't wait for an answer. With a swift movement, she pulled the blouse down, revealing her massive, bowl-shaped breasts. As a bovine-kin, her proportions were legendary—firm, round, and defying gravity, with cherry-colored tips that were already hard and erect.
Kaelen's breath caught in his throat. 'The legends about her race… they weren't exaggerating.'
Elara blushed slightly at his intense gaze but didn't look away. She inched closer and slid between his legs, crouching on the bed. Her soft, warm hands reached out, moving over the thin fabric of his night trousers, her fingers stroking him with a rhythmic, steady pace that sent jolts of electricity through his body.
"Oh, my," she whispered, her eyes upturned toward him as she felt the rapid growth of his hardness. "This is a power that an inexperienced woman would surely struggle to contain."
Expertly, she moved the fabric out of the way, freeing Kaelen's throbbing member. The moment the air hit his skin, the Genesis Sigil behind his eyes pulsed with a golden light. He could feel the resonance beginning—a metaphysical bridge forming between his destiny and hers.
Elara leaned forward, her massive breasts pressing together as she gathered his length between them. The sensation was unlike anything Kaelen had ever felt—the smooth, unbelievably soft, and springy texture of her flesh surrounding him in a warm, firm embrace.
"It has been a long time since I participated in such a carnal act," she whispered, her breathing getting heavier. "Do you like the sensation, Kaelen?"
"It feels… incredible," Kaelen groaned, his hands clutching the sheets.
As she moved her breasts up and down, gyrating them to stimulate his shaft, small trickles of white milk began to seep from her erect nipples. The sweet, floral aroma of her race's unique essence filled the air, acting as a natural, warm lubricant that made the friction almost unbearable.
'To think, the same warmth that nurtured me as a child is now the key to my power,' Kaelen thought, a nefarious sense of taboo pleasure driving the Sigil into a frenzy.
The milk-wet friction was too much. Kaelen's hips trembled as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm his self-control. Every time Elara shook her breasts, more milk flowed, wetting his pulsating shaft and furthering the resonance. The golden threads between them were now vibrating so violently they seemed to hum.
"If you keep doing that… I'm going to cum, Elara!"
"Then do it, kalen," she said, using his past-life name in a moment of sheer intimacy. "Cum for me. Release your power into the bond!"
Kaelen couldn't hold back any longer. With a sharp groan, he thrust his hips forward. The head of his member, caught in the deep crevice of her milky breasts, exploded in a white-hot stream of cum that scattered across her chest and face.
Elara accepted the release with an enraptured expression, her eyes fluttering as the resonance finalized. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to clean the stray drops from his skin and her own, her eyes already searching his.
"Are you satisfied, my King?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes," Kaelen panted, feeling a sudden, immense surge of clarity and strength flowing through his veins. The fatigue was gone, replaced by a cold, sharp power.
Elara grinned, a predatory look crossing her face as she felt his member remain hard and ready against her skin. "Good. Because that was just the opening of the thread. It's time for the main event."
Kaelen looked at her, his sapphire eyes glowing with the light of the Genesis Sigil. He knew this night was far from over, and the power he was gaining was worth every moment of the sin.