Aiden sat alone in the quiet of the library, the smell of old parchment and wax candles heavy in the air.

The afternoon light bled through tall stained-glass windows, painting fractured colors across the table where books—stacked, opened, scattered—waited like silent witnesses to his thoughts.

He turned another page, the thin paper whispering beneath his gloved fingers.

He was reading again about the religion of this world—the Book of Acclaim, as they called it. To others, it was sacred scripture, the word of the divine.

To him, it was a puzzle—a carefully constructed tapestry of symbols, rewritten truths, and veiled history. Every paragraph carried the weight of centuries, yet behind each solemn verse, he sensed intention… design.

He frowned, leaning back in his chair. The words before him blurred for a moment as his mind began stitching together fragments of memory, lines when he was reading the damn webnovel.

Could it be?

No… not yet.... It was only a shadow of a thought, a whisper that he wasn't ready to hear. But the idea lingered—like the echo of thunder before the storm.

He rubbed his temples and closed the book with a slow exhale. "If this is true…" he murmured to himself, though the rest of the sentence never came. It was better not to say it aloud—not even to the walls.

The Book of Acclaim wasn't merely a holy text—it was a blueprint, perhaps even a confession.

He remembered the lines he read in the chapters about the empire's civil war—once believed to be born from arrogance and greed—might have been something far darker. Planned? Orchestrated? Not a collapse, but a .....sacrifice.

"Fuck....I should have read the whole book in time..." He grunted.

He shut the book completely now, resting his hand over the worn cover as if to silence it. Not yet. The time for digging, for truth, for blood and consequence—it wasn't now.

He would wait. He would learn. And when the right time came, he would tear away every veil this world had woven. What they had woven.

A soft knock echoed through the chamber.

He looked up just as the heavy oak door creaked open.

Akidna stepped in, her steps light yet confident. Her dark hair caught the golden light from the stained glass, turning her into something ethereal—half shadow, half sun.

"Aiden," she said softly, her voice breaking the long silence of the library.

He rose from his chair, his expression softening as she approached.

When she came close, he reached out and drew her into a kiss—unhurried, grounding. The kind of kiss that replaced thoughts with warmth, pulling him back from the edge of that dark revelation.

When their lips parted, Akidna smiled faintly, her eyes gleaming with quiet purpose.

"I thought you already forgot about me..." She beckoned with a blush.

Aiden took her by the chin. "You my love, I would never forget you..." He voiced.

"Ahem...Amber called," she said. "She's done what you asked her to."

Aiden nodded slowly, his mind shifting from scripture to strategy. "Good," he whispered. His hand lingered against the book for one last heartbeat before he turned away from it.

There would be a time to uncover the truth behind the empire's nasty down fall—

but not yet.

For now, there were other plans to move, other flames to feed.

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the corner Mansion

Her face was flushed, green eyes bright with a mix of nerves and fire. She wore her habit loose, like it was already half-shed.

Behind her stood the two nuns—her old colleagues from the cloister.

Sister Elara, tall and graceful, with raven hair pinned tight and skin like polished ivory, her blue eyes sharp but softening already.

Sister Liora, shorter and curvier, with auburn curls escaping her veil and freckles dusting her cheeks, her brown eyes wide with unspoken heat.

Beautiful, both of them—soft lips, full figures under robes—but not like Amber. They lacked her plump, yielding glow, that saintly allure twisted into sin.

Amber stepped inside first, closing the door with a soft click. The chamber was dim—candles flickering on side tables, heavy curtains blocking the afternoon light.

A big bed dominated the room, silk sheets rumpled from last night's chaos.

Aiden waited in the corner, half-naked in loose pants that hung low on his hips, his chest bare and scarred.

A thin veil draped his face, hiding all but his golden eyes—mysterious, commanding. He felt it before he saw it: the air hummed with their auras.

His incubus blood coursed through them now—vibrating low, stirring embers in their pure cores.

Amber had done her job. Slipped drops into their vespers wine, whispered temptations about "divine visions, about the temptations, how their virgin body should not stay virgin to serve the lord..." Now, their faith cracked, lust blooming hot and needy.

"They're ready," Amber whispered, voice husky, locking eyes with him. She licked her lips, remembering last night—his cock wrecking her, cum dripping down her thighs.

"Your blo . elixir... it worked. Like you said, they accepted right away...."

Aiden nodded, slow. He untied his pants, letting them drop.

His cock sprang free—thick, veined, already half-hard and heavy between his legs. The veil hid his smile, but his eyes gleamed.

The nuns gasped—Elara's hand flying to her mouth, Liora's cheeks burning red. Their eyes locked on it, pupils dilating.

The blood hummed louder in their veins, turning curiosity to craving. Pure embers flickered—innocent heat he'd soon devour.

"Come, Like your senior said, there is no reason to feel afraid, the lord has sent me, to absolve your pent up stress...." Aiden said, voice low and smooth, like velvet over steel. He spread his robe on the floor—a soft nest of silk in the room's center. "Now Kneel. See what waits for you."

Amber moved first, dropping to her knees on the robe—habit hiked up her thighs, exposing pale skin.

"Like this... watch them, sisters... it's bliss..." Her hands reached for his cock, stroking slow, thumb circling the head.

The nuns hesitated, breaths quick.

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But the blood pulled them—Elara first, sinking down graceful, her veil slipping loose. Liora followed, curvy body trembling as she knelt close, auburn curls framing her flushed face.

Aiden stood over them, cock twitching under Amber's touch. "Touch it," he commanded soft. "Feel how it throbs for you. Pure ones... taste the gift."

Elara's blue eyes widened, but her hand joined Amber's—fingers wrapping tentative around the base, stroking up.

"It's... so warm... heavy..." she whispered, voice breathy. The blood vibrated—her core clenching empty, a needy ache blooming. Liora leaned in, freckled cheeks hot, her palm cupping his balls gentle.

"Oh my lord... it's pulsing... like it knows me..." Lust hit them hard now—their holy mana flaring, pussies wetting under robes, nipples peaking against wool.

Amber guided them, needy whine in her throat: "Suck it... together... share his cock like good sisters ❤️... let it stretch your mouths..." She leaned in first, lips parting to take the head—tongue swirling slow, wet laps around the tip, moaning soft.

"Th...is is ou..r new worship.." amber voiced as she sucked harder.

"Mmm... salty... so good... your turn, Elara... lick the shaft..." Elara obeyed, tongue flicking out shy at first—tracing a vein up the length, then bolder, lapping flat and hungry

"Oh... fuck.. it's twitching... I need more... let me suck..." Her mouth joined, lips stretching around the side, sucking wet while Amber worked the head—tongues tangling over his skin, sloppy and eager.

Liora whimpered, leaning closer—her tongue darting to his balls, lapping soft, then sucking one into her mouth gentle.

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"Mmmph... full... your balls... so heavy... cum for us... please❤️..." Aiden groaned low, hand in Amber's hair guiding her deeper—her throat gagging wet around the head.

"Glurk... yes... This is it. Oh how much I longed for this....for a good fucking dick.

Yess...choke me... fuck my face..." Elara bobbed on the shaft, cheeks hollowing.

"It's throbbing. hot... share it with me, Abbess... mmm.." Their mouths worked in rhythm—sucking, licking, moaning needy—saliva dripping down his length, pooling on the robe.

Elara's hand slipping under her habit to rub her clit frantic, Liora's thighs clenching as she humped the air.

Aiden's control frayed—cock pulsing on their tongues. "Enough... kiss now... taste each other with my flavor." He pulled back, strings of spit connecting them.

The nuns turned—Elara and Liora crashing lips first, tongues sliding messy, sharing his pre-cum with soft moans,

"Mmm... salty... your mouth's so sweet... kiss me harder ❤️..." Amber joined, three mouths tangling—wet, open, sloppy kisses, hands roaming tits under robes, pinching nipples through wool.

"Sisters... feel me... our bodies... for him..." Amber gasped, fingers tweaking Elara's bud: "Your tits... full... let him see..."

He watched, stroking slow—then yanked veils free. Robes followed, pooling silk—baring three bodie.

Amber's plump curves glowing, Elara's tall grace with perky breasts, Liora's curvy freckled softness.

"Beautiful... mine now." Aiden dropped to the robe, lying back—cock standing tall. "Ride me... one by one... lose that purity slow."

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