Ancestral Lineage

A fair and slender hand pushed the young man onto the large bed, soliciting an excited groan from him. He fell onto the bed like he lacked strength in his tall and athletic body. The source of the fair hand, a beautiful lady with long black hair and beautiful demonic blue eyes smiled seductively, licking her lips.

"Get ready, honey. I want to feel your thick rod in me once again," she literally screamed as her eyes glowed with barely restrained lust.

"Don't worry. I will make you feel the sensation of the heavens once again," the young man smiled mischievously as the lady removed his pants. His massive member sprang up with vigor after been released from their holds. It was long and thick and released an enticing scent to the lady that her face turned red in an instant and suspicious liquids streamed from her nether caves.

She was also naked, her above average breasts jiggling with every small movement. Her nipples, dark and sweaty stood on end, pointed. Her waist was slim and tender turning into a curvy bottom. Her butt was bouncy and large.

She knelt down in between the man's legs on the bed and took his massive member in her soft and small hands, marvelling at its girth and length.

After softly massaging and adoring it, she opened her small yet plump lips and licked it, from bottom to top. She then proceeded to lick the head, soliciting a grunt from the young man. Her eyes glowed and turned slightly pink, giving them a pinkish blue color.

There was a myth surrounding their area about who was more lustful between a succubus, a being of sex and lust and a human.

This myth was happening in their room, between a human male and a succubus.

She then took the head into her mouth, swallowing it all the way to the middle. Small, pink horns appeared on her forehead, further enhancing her beauty and doing something more, filling the room with a dense presence of sense.

This was the strongest aphrodisiac and the most powerful sex boosting medicine one could wish for as the effects were instantaneous. The man's large member seemed to harden further and elongate a bit with bulging veins all around it, giving it an almost scary appearance, but that's how this succubus loved it.

Her head bobbed up and down the man's member, streaking it with saliva. At the same time, she played with her cave. Her scent mixed with the man's own, making the moment even more intense. She then slowed down her pace on the member and moved down and down until she finally took the whole 10-inch-dick in her mouth, pushing the man to groan. At the same time, she shivered, releasing a stream of love juices from her cave.

"You know that isn't enough to make me cum!" The man as he suddenly grabbed the woman's head forcefully. He then proceeded to move his waist roughly. His member moved in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes clouded over and tears threatened to fall from her eyes but she didn't do anything to stop him. That was how she loved it.

"I'm cumming!" The man groaned and released a huge stream of semen into her throat. Her eyes glowed as she hungrily drunk up his semen, not leaving even a drop.

The man watched her as she did this, showing a satisfied smile. Once the woman finished cleaning the leftover semen from his still standing member, he stood up from the bed.

"Lie down," he said in a husky tone. The lady hurriedly complied, laying on her back.

The man put his member at the entrance of her cave which was already wet from her earlier release. He then bent down to kiss her luscious lips which she hungrily accepted. Then he moved, piercing her in one movement. She released a silent moan as the member hit her stomach, filling her up to the brim.

Soon, moaning and groaning sounds along with slaps and claps sounded in the room.

But, like how everything that has a beginning has an end, every good thing must come to an end.

The room was heavy with heat, the ragged breaths of passion misting faintly in the dim light. Then, without warning, a sharp, unnatural cold slithered in through the cracks of the windows, coiling along the walls like a living shadow. The temperature plummeted instantly — the air itself turning dense, biting, almost liquid with frost.

The two lovers froze mid-motion, confusion flashing in their eyes before a violent shiver overtook them. Their breaths turned into thick white clouds, growing heavier with each exhale until it felt like ice was forming inside their lungs. Veins of frost crawled across their skin, branching outward like a spiderweb of death, crystallizing their sweat into tiny, glittering shards.

One tried to gasp, but their lips stuck together, their jaw locking in a rictus of terror. The other's fingers, mid-clutch, snapped audibly — flesh stiffening, skin splitting open to reveal pale, frozen muscle beneath. A faint crackling sound filled the silence, like thin glass breaking under pressure.

Then it happened — the cold deepened beyond nature's limits. Their bodies, rigid statues of frozen fear, swelled microscopically as the ice expanded within their blood and bones. An awful, wet pop broke the silence as the first shoulder burst apart, shards of ice and fragments of flesh spraying the bed in a crimson-and-white mist.

The second came a heartbeat later — their torsos splitting like overripe fruit, chunks of brittle muscle snapping away, their faces shattering into unrecognizable masks of frozen gore. The bed sheets became a macabre snowfield of frost, blood vapor, and chunks of meat — and in the center of it all, a thin veil of white mist swirled lazily, as if satisfied.

The cold lingered for a few seconds more… before vanishing entirely, leaving behind only silence, shattered ice, and the echo of something inhuman breathing just beyond the walls.

...

The ocean boiled.

It didn't ripple, didn't churn — it boiled, as if some molten sun had been buried beneath the abyss. The skyline of the Merfolk capital, once a serene crown of coral spires, twisted under the sheer weight of the pressure building below.

The first scream came from a sentry, his voice cut short when the water around him compressed with a deafening crack, turning his body into a drifting cloud of blood. The currents themselves began to hiss, vibrating with some alien frequency that gnawed at the mind.

And then—

A rift tore open in the sea. Not a wound in the water — a splitting of reality itself. Through it surged colossal, serpentine coils plated in scales that shimmered like midnight oil and stormlight. The sea roared against her arrival but bent all the same, forced to cradle a being that was never meant to fit inside a single world.

She had arrived.

Her eyes were not merely gold — they were molten suns refracted through oceans of madness. Wherever her gaze landed, the water curdled into brine, suffocating every living thing it touched. A single sweep of her tail sheared through a palace wall, sending chunks of coral and stone tumbling into the streets below.

The Merfolk scrambled — some to fight, most to flee. Magic detonated in the water in bright bursts of blue and crimson, but every spell shattered against her hide like glass against iron.

"BOW."

Her voice was not a sound. It was a pressure that ruptured eardrums and cracked the shells of giant sea beasts lurking miles away. The command rippled across the city, paralyzing hundreds where they floated.

But not all obeyed.

A group of battle-priests charged, their spears glowing with runes older than the capital itself. They swam through collapsing streets, chanting invocations meant to call down divine fury. Kraken's grin split wider, a predator indulging in the illusion of resistance.

She didn't strike them. She simply opened her mouth.

From between her fangs surged a spiraling torrent of black water, thick with shadows that moved on their own. The torrent engulfed the priests, and within seconds their armor corroded, their skin sloughed away, and what remained was drawn screaming into the vortex until they vanished entirely.

Above, the city's great defensive ward — a dome of aquamarine light — flickered desperately, its foundations buckling under the clash of powers. Kraken swam upward, each movement creating shockwaves that toppled towers and sent entire schools of fish fleeing in blind panic.

She struck the ward with her head once. It shattered like brittle glass.

Through the ruins of the barrier, the ocean welcomed chaos. Storm currents from the surface poured in, tearing apart homes, dragging survivors into crushing whirlpools. The waters grew dark with blood and debris, the once-pristine capital reduced to a maelstrom of shrieks, steel, and the taste of salt and iron.

Only then, with her prey broken and her dominion established, did Leviathan speak again — her voice curling into every mind like a poisonous tide.

"Your queen is here."

And the mayhem continued, for in her presence, chaos was not a moment.