Lord of the realm

They moved to the shadowed area she had indicated, a small space between coiled ropes and covered cargo where the moonlight barely reached. Here, surrounded by the familiar sounds and smells of the ship, Saphyra seemed less like an enigmatic predator and more like a woman filled with lust.

She stepped closer, close enough that he could smell the scent of sea spray and distant shores that clung to her skin. Her hand reached up to touch his face, and this time he didn't pull away.

"You're so warm," she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "So alive with power. I can feel it calling to me, singing in harmony with my own abilities."

"And when I sensed your presence on the sea, I couldn't wait to meet you. Jaenor, I mean you no harm, nor am I trying to manipulate you."

"You are the perfect mate for me, as I am for you."

There was something hypnotic about her voice now, something that seemed to resonate with the rhythm of waves against distant beaches. The starlight filtering through the ship's rigging cast patterns on her face that shifted and moved like light on water, and Jaenor found it difficult to look away from her eyes.

"I know you don't trust me," she continued, moving even closer until they were barely inches apart.

"I know you think I'm trying to manipulate you. But what if I told you that what I feel for you goes beyond simple desire for power? What if I told you that you're the first being I've met who makes me feel aroused, desired, and wanted?"

Her other hand came up to rest against his chest, directly over his heart where the Origin power burned brightest.

The combination of her words, her proximity, the starlight overhead, and her presence here on the water—all of it was amplifying her natural abilities in ways she had never experienced before.

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The space was quiet, save for the sounds of water crashing and splashing against the boat.

The moonlight streamed through the porthole of the room, illuminating her alabaster skin and the glint of mischief in her eyes. "I'm yours, yours to do whatever you want."

Jaenor smirked, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his arousal.

She set up a barrier after entering the room, closing off whatever was about to transpire.

"You've got my attention, Siren Queen."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck. "I'm ready to explore the depth of your beauty."

Saphyra's lips curled into a sly smile, her hand sliding down his chest until it reached the waist of his trousers. Her fingers teased the fabric, tracing the outline of his growing desire.

"So am I," she murmured, her voice dripping with allure.

"Take me, Jaenor, take me the way you want me."

That was all the invitation Jaenor needed.

With a growl, he closed the distance between them, his mouth crashing onto hers in a searing kiss. Saphyra moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Her body arched against his, the heat between them undeniable.

His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve as if committing her to memory. He slid a hand beneath the fabric of her gown, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her thigh. Saphyra gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as his touch sent shivers down her spine. "Jaenor," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Don't tease."

Jaenor chuckled darkly, his lips trailing down her neck to the hollow of her throat. His free hand yanked at the laces of her dress until it pooled at her feet, leaving her bare before him. His eyes devoured her, taking in the sight of her full breasts and the way her hips curved invitingly.

"You're breathtaking," he murmured before capturing one of her nipples in his mouth.

Saphyra cried out, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her. Her hands gripped his hair, pressing him closer as he lavished attention on her breasts. She could feel the hardness of his long shaft pressing against her thigh, and she ground against it, desperate for more. "Enough," she panted. "I need you inside me."

Without hesitation, Jaenor lifted her onto a crate, spreading her legs wide. His hands gripped her thighs as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, eliciting a sharp gasp from Saphyra. Her walls clenched around him, slick and tight, and Jaenor groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder.

He began to move, his hips rocking against hers with a steady rhythm. Each thrust drew a moan from Saphyra, her nails raking down his back as she clung to him. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, muffled by the barrier Saphyra had cast.

"Harder," Saphyra demanded, her voice raspy with desire. Jaenor obliged, his pace increasing as he drove into her with reckless abandon.

Ahh AHHA HHMMMhh!!

Saphyra's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel the tension building inside her, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge.

When Jaenor finally pulled out, Saphyra whimpered at the loss.

But he wasn't done with her yet.

He turned her over, positioning her on all fours before entering her again from behind.

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he pounded into her, the new angle sending waves of pleasure through her body.

ARRGHH!!!

Saphyra cried out, her fingers clawing at the wood below her as she tried to steady herself.

Jaenor leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear.

"You like that, don't you?" He growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

Saphyra nodded frantically, unable to form words as she felt herself unraveling.

Finally, Jaenor flipped her onto her back once more, his eyes locking onto hers as he entered her again. His lips crashed onto hers in a messy kiss, their tongues tangling as their bodies moved in perfect harmony.

Saphyra wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as she moaned into his mouth.

"Come for me," Jaenor commanded, his voice rough with lust.