CHAPTER 16 - THE GUARDIAN OF THE HEART

The silence was sticky.

It no longer vibrated like it had before the act—tense, full of unspoken things. No. This one was gluey, thick, heavy with cum and sweat, like the damp cushions on which Myrr and Tessa had collapsed. One against the other, still naked, still panting, still gleaming from their shared orgasm. Two beasts knocked out by pleasure, thighs tangled, bellies smeared, hair stuck to their cheeks. Their faces brushed without seeing each other. Their breasts touched without tension. It was over. For them. For now.

I looked at them. Not for long. Just long enough to remember. The way Myrr had risen—snarling, dominant, dripping. The way Tessa had called to her—offered, arched, trembling with desire. The scene had etched itself into my loins like a chain burn. And even though I had resisted—even though the system had validated my control—I was still hard.

Not a nervous erection. A real one. Heavy. Alive. Furious.

I took a step toward them. My shadow covered them. They didn't move.

Tessa's eyes were closed. A dumb smile on her lips. A clear liquid was still dripping from her parted slit, slowly sliding to her buttock. Myrr, she opened one eye. Saw me. Said nothing. Just a blink. A tired sigh. Then she sank back into unconsciousness like falling into a dream.

I threw them a torn piece of cape, soaked in my own sweat. It wouldn't cover anything. But it was something.

— Stay here. You've earned your rest.

My voice was deep. Broken. But each word vibrated with calm power. They didn't reply. They no longer had the strength.

I turned.

Sae had retreated into one of the wall's recesses, knees pulled to her chest. Her dress was pulled up over her thighs, her legs trembled. She hadn't climaxed. But she had absorbed everything. The moans. The screams. The movements. The scent. The juice. The violence.

And she hadn't looked away once.

She looked at me. No hatred. No shame. Just a silent question: we're leaving them?

I slowly nodded.

— We have no choice. The Heart is close. I feel it. You do too.

She closed her eyes, as if the word had awakened something under her skin. Then she stood up. With difficulty. One hand on the wall. One leg after the other. No words.

But she followed me.

And I left the room in silence. The cushions closed behind us slowly, with a wet sound. One last breath. Like a bed holding the trace of an orgasm.

The corridor was narrower than the previous ones. And more alive.

I'm not just talking about the material—though that was enough. The floor didn't just react this time: it breathed. With each step, a pulse rose from the base. A wave of heat, followed by a shiver. Like walking on a giant, raw, inverted spine. The walls barely moved, but their beat was steady. A tempo, a rhythm. That of a heart. That of a throat.

Sae staggered behind me. Her legs were stiff. Her breath shallow. But she moved forward. Her gaze fixed straight ahead, as if surrendering was more painful than suffering.

I could've carried her.

I didn't.

Not out of cruelty.

Out of necessity.

We were getting close.

And what I felt at that moment, I'll never forget.

First, a smell. Different from anything I'd smelled before. More animal. Wetter. More primal. The scent of a sex in heat. But gigantic. As if an entire pelvis was lubricating on the scale of a sanctuary.

Then the light changed.

The organic red gave way to a warmer, orange glow, pulsing, like filtered through living membrane.

And then... the threshold.

It appeared without warning.

An opening. Circular. Massive. Irregular. A gaping flesh orifice, lined with thick lips, contracted folds, pulsing veins. Air entered and exited like deep, panting breaths. A moist back-and-forth suction.

It was a throat.

Or a pussy.

Or maybe both.

An entry made to receive. To swallow. To digest.

Sae stopped dead behind me. She whispered, in a hoarse, almost broken voice:

— This... this isn't a dungeon anymore. It's... a womb.

I didn't reply.

Because she was right.

And because it was no longer time for words.

A silhouette detached itself from the left wall.

It didn't come out. It emerged. As if it had always been there, hidden in the flesh.

First a leg. Spindly, but long. Then the other. Then a torso, headless. A deformed torso, covered in muscle and exposed veins, pulsing raw. Two massive but dislocated arms unrolled like tentacles. And in the center of the torso, a mouth.

A real mouth. Toothless. But wet. Vibrating. A hole screaming without sound.

I took a step back. Sae fell to her knees, breath cut. Her forehead glistened.

— I... I can't, she murmured. It crushes me... mentally...

I understood instantly. That thing, that Guardian, wasn't just a physical entity. It pulsed a wave. A psychic flux. A sexual pressure so powerful it was already breaking Sae's spine.

But I held on.

Barely.

But I held.

The Guardian opened its arms, slowly. Its veins lit up. Fragments of light slid down its open flesh.

Then, without warning, it charged.

It rushed forward.

No scream. No verbal threat. Just mass. Pure. Wet. Alive.

I rolled to the side at the last moment, feeling the air hiss past my skull as its spear-arm crashed into the ground. The flesh exploded in a spray of wet meat. The tunnel shook entirely. There was a groan. Not his. The hallway's. As if the very walls had moaned under the impact.

I sprang up. My blade already raised. My side still burned—from the fight against the Alpha. I hadn't recovered. Not really. And my legs... they trembled. Not with fear. From exhaustion.

But Sae was behind me.

On her knees. A hand over her mouth. Her face down.

And that thing... that fucking colossus of nerves and cum... was already moving again.

It leaped. Heavy. Clumsy. But fast. Too fast.

I parried the first strike sideways, blade tilted. Brutal impact. A spray of hot fluid splashed my cheek. Had it bled? Or was it just its skin leaking sap when cut? I didn't care.

It swept with the other arm. I dodged. Too late.

A sharp blow. Under the ribs. A white pain exploded in my side. I flew two meters, hit the living wall, bounced, fell to the ground. My shoulder screamed. My vision blurred for a second. I tasted blood on my lips.

And it... it leaned forward.

The gaping torso opened. The inside pulsed. A heartbeat in unison with the dungeon. A red glow formed. An aura. A mental pressure.

I understood: it was going to scream.

A sensory scream. A psychic orgasm. A thing made to crush what willpower remained in its targets.

I planted my blade into the floor and stood up.

— Not today, fucker.

I ran. Yes, ran. Despite the pain. Despite the nausea. I rushed toward it. My sword forward. It raised its left arm to strike. I went underneath. And then, I did what no one would do facing such a monster:

I jumped into its mouth.

I drove the blade straight in. Into that open throat, between folds drenched in biological sweat and mental echoes. I slashed upward. A fluid explosion soaked my torso. A fever heat. A scent of cunt and bile.

The Guardian twisted. Tried to grab me. Too late. I was already rolling to the side. My sword still embedded. I twisted. Slashed again.

A second jolt ran through it. It stepped back, staggered.

I rushed it again.

I stabbed one last time. Straight into the spine. I felt the resistance. Then the crack.

The monster gave a soft groan. Its chest emptied a hot, viscous breath that drenched me entirely.

Then it collapsed.

I stood there. Upright. My blade dripping. Torso split open. Side on fire. Pants sticky with blood... and something else. My heart beat so hard my ears rang.

Sae moaned behind me.

— You... got it?

I didn't reply.

The system did it for me.

[System]

Threshold Guardian slain+1000 points obtained

Status: Heart access authorized

Physical state: critical.

Ambient sexual tension: extreme.

Sensory overload: imminent.

I caught my breath.

Then looked up.

The living throat in front of me was opening slowly. Gently. Like an invitation.

Like a sex offering itself. And I... was ready to enter.

The throat opened.

Not like a door. Like a sex. Slowly. Pulsing. Each beat widened the orifice, pushed back the wet folds, revealing a soaked, hot, living tunnel. The air escaping was heavy. Saturated with intimate moisture, blending sweat, milk, blood and musk.

I turned to Sae.

She could barely stand. Her dress was soaked from the inside. Her thighs glistened. She breathed in gasps, mouth parted, cheeks burning. But she looked at me. And in her eyes, there was no more doubt. Only waiting. Surrender.

I extended my hand. She took it.

We crossed the threshold together.

The room was immense.

An organic dome, beating softly like a cosmic womb. The walls weren't walls. They were membranes. Soft. Supple. Translucent in places. Veins could be seen, nerves, braids of living matter contracting to the rhythm of an ancient breath. The floor was warm beneath my boots. Almost soft. Almost feminine.

And at the center...

The Heart.

Suspended in the air. Pulsing. Massive. A dark red mass, covered in lips, folds, eyes opening and closing without order. It floated in a translucent pouch, like a fetus in a womb. Filaments emerged from it, attaching to the walls, to the ceiling, like giant umbilical cords.

The Heart watched. It had no face. But I felt its gaze. On me. On Sae. On my blade. On my still-hard cock.

It beat slowly.

BOOM... BOOM... BOOM...

I kneeled.

Not out of weakness. Out of instinct.

I had just slain a monster. Crossed a sanctuary of cum and flesh. And yet, only here did I truly feel naked. Truly exposed.

Sae slowly approached the center. The fabric of her dress clung to her ass, her belly. Her breathing lifted her tense chest. A shiver ran down her neck. She stepped back slightly.

— It... it sees us, she whispered.

I stood, stepped forward, placed my hand on the Heart's membrane.

It was hot.

Not warm.

Hot.

And under my fingers, something pulsed.

A wave. A word. Not spoken. Transmitted. A murmur in the flesh:

— You are almost ready.

The system clicked in my head, dry, brutal, mechanical.

[System]

Heart of Darnem: detected

Status: awaiting purification

Cost of Purifying Anchor: 3000 points

Current balance: 2400

Access denied: threshold not met

I clenched my teeth.

Of course. It needed more.

And the next line appeared. A single, sharp one.

Active mission:"Touch her gently. Make her yours."

Target: Sae

Reward: +1000 points

Deadline: before the Heart stops beating

I turned slowly.

She was there.

Standing. Facing me. Her dress had slipped on one side. Her bare shoulder glistened under the dome's glow. Her thighs barely touched. She said nothing.

But she knew.

She knew what the Heart expected.

What I had to do.

And she didn't move back.

Her lips parted. Not to speak. Just to breathe.

And I... took a step toward her.