CHAPTER 25: RIVALS, LOVERS AND SECRETS

Peaceful wind finally blew within the walls, three days after the hunt of someone synonymous with the devil himself. Yet, dread still lingered in the hearts of the elven clan, shaken by the brutality of the aftermath. Even their King, the strongest Merge, hadn’t escaped unscathed.

Within the palace, in Elara’s room, silence lingered, heated by faint sunlight streaming through the window.

Allen lay unconscious on her unblanketed bed, his skin scarless, gleaming like that of a newborn—thanks to his sex-stolen regeneration ability.

Natasha sat quietly on a wooden chair at the corner of the bed. Her flawless curves hadn’t withered a bit, but her heart pounded in prayer. "Please, Lord Allen... don’t leave us..." she whispered, her voice low and sorrowful, both hands tightly clutching Allen’s like a child holding her mother.

Her mind flashed back to all the moments they’d shared—especially the first time they met. "It was because of you... I had to grow," she murmured as a single tear slid down her cheek. "I’m not done growing. So stay... and watch me."

Creeeak—

The brown wooden door creaked open, and she quickly wiped her tears. Her eyes darted back to see Elara, standing there with fiery eyes.

"What are you doing in my room?" Elara rasped, arms folded, her royal skin glowing like sunlight.

"Keeping an eye on Lord Allen," Natasha replied, humble as ever. The sorrow in her voice vanished like a professional actor switching roles.

"An eye, hmm?" Elara smirked, stepping forward with the graceful authority of royalty. "I have three eyes. I’ll do that better. You can leave."

Natasha blinked at her. "What’s the big deal, Princess?"

Elara placed a hand on her waist, leaning forward until their faces nearly touched, as if threatening a kiss. "Guess you forgot—we’re rivals," she teased, her warm breath dancing across Natasha’s cheek.

"Ohh? You wanna spar?" Natasha growled, rising from her seat.

Creeeak—

The door opened again, interrupting their heated moment. They both turned sharply, voices raised in unison. "What do you want?!"

"May I come in?" Lilitu asked sweetly, nervously tapping her fingers together.

"No!" both Elara and Natasha snapped.

Lilitu’s polite expression twisted as she dropped the facade. "Is it because I asked?!" she barked, storming into the room without permission. "How about you try just being friendly for once!"

"Can’t you all be quiet for once...?" a groggy voice mumbled from behind them. Sleepy and strained. "I could really have used more sleep..."

"L-Lord Allen?!" they all gasped, hearts pounding with shock—and joy.

Before he could say another word, the three women launched themselves at him like shameless puppies. Natasha landed right on top of him, her breasts flanking his sides, body sliding up his like she’d practiced for this her whole life. Elara and Lilitu fell to either side, eyes shimmering with joy and hunger.

Allen flinched at the impossible, godlike warmth of Natasha’s body. His cock stirred in-between her thighs, rising like a reflex to her presence—but for now, the moment was all about reunion.

"You made us worry," Natasha whispered, her fingers brushing his dark hair.

"Yeah... three days felt like forever," Elara murmured, eyes gleaming like a happy cat.

"What if some badass showed up while you were gone?" Lilitu added, unable to hide her relief.

Allen scanned their faces. Relief. Love. Desire. It was all there. He smiled, humbled. "I’m glad you’re all okay."

"No... we’re happy you’re okay," Elara said softly, smiling with eyes closed.

Allen chuckled, rubbing his neck. "So, how’ve things been these past few days?"

Elara and Natasha’s expressions darkened. Elara sighed. "Tough. Maxen’s burial rites were done."

"Yeah," Natasha added, resting her head on his chest. "Burnt to ashes, just as the culture demands."

"Amaterasu’s recovering with the water healing squad," Elara continued, her voice laced with pain. "Without them, she and Caelen would’ve died."

"What about Thalvron?" Allen asked.

"He’s there too," Lilitu replied. "He donated an arm to Kealion. They’re in surgery now."

"Yes," Elara added. "We Earth wielders are useless without both arms."

"Wouldn’t that... fuse their genes?" Allen asked, suspicion in his voice.

"Of course. But the Elven clan can’t afford to lose a warrior like him," Natasha whispered, yawning. She had stayed by his side for three days straight, no sleeps—just prayers.

"My lord," Lilitu smirked, rising to her knees with a heavy gaze etched across her face. "May I ask... what truly is your ability? I’m confused. I’ve seen you use so many unrelated techniques."

The room fell silent. Unspoken tension began to build in the air. Natasha and Elara’s eyes bounced between Lilitu and Allen.

’She just did what I never had the boldness to do...’ Elara thought, heart pounding with the bitter sting of hesitation. ’Even Natasha is catching his attention more. I’m falling behind.’

’So they’ve finally asked.’ Allen smirked inwardly, a pleased smile tugging at his lips. ’With this level of loyalty, it might only benefit me to tell them. But I won’t mention the system itself. No need to make them think I’m some reincarnation of a weirdo from legend.’

"I’m glad you asked... but don’t kill me when you hear it," Allen said, a playful grin stretching across his face.

"Taking your life would be the same as taking my own, my lord," Lilitu replied, her voice desperate, her ears twitching with impatience.

"My original ability is LustCopy."

"Huh...? What’s that?" Elara asked, her voice laced with confusion and curiosity.

"It allows me to replicate the ability of any ass I stick my dick into."

"WHAT?!" All three exclaimed, mouths hanging open, eyes wide with shock.

"Hey, that’s savage!" Elara grinned, sitting upright with her arms folded like a stubborn child.

"Thief," Lilitu accused, giving his chest a gentle slap. "No wonder you can regenerate."

"Are you saying... the same way I can reshape and enlarge my body, you can do it too? Then show me—broaden your dick!" Natasha teased, eyes gleaming with mischievous spark.

"Ahahaha"

Allen burst into laughter, finally letting it out after trying to contain it. "No, Natasha. You got that ability after we fused."

"Ohhh," Natasha hummed, placing a finger on her chin in thought. "But my ass is still here, right? You can copy the ability again, just in case."

Allen chuckled and waved his hand. "I already have you by my side. There’s no need to copy it again."

"Seriously?" Natasha cooed, her cat-like eyes glowing like polished silver.

"Hey, don’t leave me out!" Elara huffed, stomping her foot on the bed to draw his attention.

"Of course not," Allen smiled. "What would I have done without you?"

Lilitu suddenly cut through their warm moment with a heated voice. "So that means... the more ass you bang, the stronger you become. You’re like a deck with a thousand cards in one body." Her eyes gleamed, and she exhaled deeply, as if a heavy truth had finally been released.

"That means you’re our best shot at Hadas," Lilitu muttered.

"Who’s Hadas?" they all asked at once, their voices now serious.

"He’s the one behind the door in the dungeon," Lilitu answered, her tone dark. "The most patient of all dark gods. The God of the Underworld. And now... he’s in our world."

"What?!" Allen roared, while Elara and Natasha covered their mouths, their faces pale.

"There’s a god on the planet and you didn’t say anything?!"

"I’m sorry, my lord," Lilitu said quickly, lowering her head. "It was Zarynth’s personalities who opened the door—while you were still unconscious."

"What does he want from this world?" Natasha asked, her voice sharp and urgent.

"He feeds on fear. All he wants is to build a status of terror—a dark popularity across the land."

"You... you’re saying Lord Allen will have to fight a god soon?" Elara stammered, her lips trembling.

"Yes. He might have to." Lilitu nodded grimly.

The room went silent again. Seconds passed. Nearly a full minute. Dread painted the gaze of everyone within its walls.

Then, Elara broke the scilence, her voice strong. "My lord... if you’re going to fight a god, then I’ll make sure to serve you with all the spicy asses in this kingdom."

"Yeah!" Natasha added with a sly grin. "Ass-abilities that even a damn god won’t be able to handle." Her warmth never left Allen’s side.

"Thank you both" Allen smarked with an appreciative smile.

"Elara," Allen said.

"My lord?" she replied, fingers teasing his chest.

"Have you checked on the dungeon? Any updates?"

"No, but I’ll do that now."

She knelt, eyes closed, activating her Ominisight, focusing on the vampire dungeon—

"Don’t do it," Natasha suddenly said, pushing Elara slightly.

"What was that for?!" Elara snapped.

"Lord Allen just woke up. He needs rest."

Elara paused. ’Damn it,’ she thought. ’I was so blinded by the chance to help... now she’s outplaying me.’

She exhaled and bowed slightly. "Pardon me, my lord. I’ll go with her. Later."

Then her eyes dropped—and froze. Her face flushed red. Allen’s cock was... bigger. Longer. Glorious. Nestled right between Natasha’s thighs.

"You’re too close, Natasha," Elara growled, trying to shove her.

"What’s the problem?" Natasha smirked. "Just offering what you can’t offer."

She turned to Allen with a sultry smile. "My lord, for your day off, how would you like to be served?"

She brushed her long red hair behind her back.

"Big?" Her breasts ballooned, bigger and top quality almost covering his face

"Extra big?" They engulfed his face covering him like heated loafs of bread.

Damn... Allen thought. He wanted to say *extra extra big*, but he knew that would only increase jealousy amongst them.

"Extra large ass?" Her ass tripled in size, each half like giant watermelon, bouncing with supernatural softness. His cock, now iron-hard, was pinned beneath her.

"Tight pussy? Or slacked? I’ve got them all on the tray."

Elara’s brow twitched violently with frustration. ’Damn that Undeadflux ability of hers... this is cheating!’

"Get off!" Elara roared, pushing Natasha—who didn’t budge. "Lord Allen still owes me a special gift after I awakened dark elf!"

"Hey!" Lilitu snapped, shoving Natasha from the other side. "Don’t cut me out! He promised to return to me in the dungeon!"

The room filled with shouts, protests, and three powerful women fighting over one very blessed, very buried man.

"I’m not making heaven," Allen muttered, his voice muffled by Natasha’s overwhelming breasts.

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Elsewhere — three days earlier.

The same day Allen had obliterated Zarynth’s vampire personality.

At the place that was once the feared Vampire Dungeon — now reduced to a ruined carcass of destruction.

The air was thick with unmoving dust, choking the air like a curse. No natural wind stirred. The once-proud structures had crumbled to nothing but rubble — blocks stacked upon shattered beams, splintered wood pierced through stone, and trails of dried blood etched into the soil like sacrificial runes. The scent of death lingered, drawing plagues of insects from the south, each more grotesque than the last.

Silence had ruled here ever since Zarynth’s claws carved through the clan — an annihilation so complete, it left the land hollow.

But now... that silence was broken.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the cave, slow and deliberate.

The four personalities of Zarynth stepped into the ruins — the shards of his fractured mind now walking with purpose.

Their eyes burned.

Their presence warped the air.

And the cursed door, deep within the heart of the dungeon, awaited them.

TO BE CONTINUED...