Primordial Lust System

"Hold still now, will you?" Lucien smirked, holding onto the waist of the very last girl.

Down on all fours, he held on as the girl tried to crawl away from him, her pussy spasming and leaking liquids all over the floor.

"No more. I can't take it any longer." Her words came out as a whisper, the pleasure overwhelming.

"Almost done," he breathed as he thrust deep into her. More fluids spilled from her pussy, filling the floor.

Slap! Slap! Slap! His balls slammed into the entry of her pussy, sending waves of pleasure into her as her ass jiggled with every thrust.

He could feel her pussy spasming, her inner walls clenching his dick tighter as she came for the umpteenth time, a moan escaping her lips.

"Impressive," Lucien muttered, watching the girl take on the full length of his dick time and time again. It was a mystery at this point that she hadn't passed out.

Still, he could see her eyes go blank, the pleasure overriding her mental state. Time to end this, he mused as he applied more force to every thrust, and in response, the previously blank girl stirred to life as she felt her womb being torn open.

The full length inside her, hitting the edge of her womb, struck all the sweet spots. Her ass rippled, creating an entrancing sight while adding to his pleasure, and before long he reached his edge.

Slapping her ass, it rippled some more as he pounded her pussy continuously. Then, with one final thrust, he lodged his dick deep into her and let loose, shooting loads of cum deep inside, painting her inner walls.

He could feel her pussy twitch again. The sheer pleasure must have fried her head at this point.

Freya, the last girl he had just ravished, lay still, poised in an odd pose.

On all fours, her ass still lifted high, rivulets of cum dribbled down her thighs in thick streams. Her pussy twitched at intervals, sparking aftershocks through her body that made her ass quiver once more.

The sight was enthralling, the kind of masterpiece Lucien could linger on for hours. But he had greater matters to pursue

Still, he cast a passing glance at all the other girls, sprawled on the floor. What they all had in common were jets of white liquid flowing from between their legs, some sticking to their bodies.

Snapping his fingers, his body, previously drenched in fluids, sparked clean before a purple robe covered his frame.

"It's time," he murmured, lips curling into a devilish grin—wider than the one he wore as he defiled the twelve maidens.

What he was about to attempt would change everything.

Lucien exhaled, his eyes fluttering shut. When they opened again, crimson had been replaced by bone-white orbs that pierced into the unseen.

Through them, he beheld golden wisps rising above the unconscious women, fragile streams of energy dissipating like smoke. With a flick of his wrist, they froze midair.

"Wouldn't want my efforts wasted," he said under his breath. His hands weaved incantations, his body radiating a sinister, blood-red aura. With surgical care, he pushed it toward the golden essence above the maidens.

"Merge." His whisper cracked the air.

The energies clashed, repelling one another violently. Gold swallowed at the red, threatening to consume it whole.

"No... no, no!" Lucien barked, pacing as sweat trickled down his face. They had to merge, not destroy each other.

Channeling a sliver of his aura, he pressed down upon the golden energy, forcing equilibrium.

Minutes bled into hours. Three hours of relentless strain before, at last, he erupted into manic laughter.

"HAHAHAHA! It's done!"

The two essences twisted, melted, and fused into a single pill before him. Round, shimmering in layered red and gold, its surface etched with strange divine patterns.

At long last, the culmination of his ambition hovered in his hand.

One final glance at the ruined maidens, then he vanished into the void.

***

Elsewhere.

The sword is an ever-flowing current of life. The intent grants life, the wielder death. The intent is shaped by me, for by will it is guided. I am the sword, and the sword is me.

Right beside a waterfall, an otherworldly beauty lay still in a lotus position, chanting a mantra. As the last words parted from her lips, the sword on her palm lit up in a resplendent white light, illuminating everything.

When the light died down, a terrifying sight came to view. Everything within a thousand-meter radius was shredded to dust. The fading light left nothing in its wake.

"I see you have yet again advanced another realm in your sword mastery, Eldest Crown Princess, Sword Saintess." As the words fell, a figure came into view.

Draped in a purple robe, his crimson eyes glinted at the young woman before him, and as always, he couldn't help but admire her. Silver locks of hair flowed to her back, giving way to an almond face with silver eyes. Before he could scan her body some more, a cold voice rang out.

"Kneel. You stand before I, Crown Princess Areola."

Cursing under his breath, Lucien's grin widened before he opened the palm of his hand. There the crafted pill lay.

"Relax, elder sister... argh, I mean Crown Princess Areola. I come bearing gifts. I heard you have been stuck at the pinnacle of A rank, but with this pill, crafted by me, it will amplify your mastery, pushing it to its peak before you challenge an S-rank dungeon. Your chances will be more assured if you are aiming to break through."

The words slipped out of his mouth smoothly as he presented the pill.

Arching her brows, she voiced her surprise. "Why not use it yourself? You stand at A rank—wouldn't it be more beneficial to you? After all, you've always eyed my position. Do you think me a fool!?"

Her voice turned cold, her eyes lighting up in white light.

"Wait, wait, you misunderstand my intentions. You're right that I too am an A-rank being, but you see, I'm only at the initial stages, whilst you are at the peak of it. Besides, this pill won't be for free. You'll owe me one. Now please, take it—the medicinal properties diminish every second it remains unused."

Her lips softened into a smile, suspicion giving way to amusement.

"Forgive my misjudgment. Hand it over, then. Name your price, and if it is within my reach, it shall be yours."

"My pleasure," Lucien said, stepping closer, pill aglow in his palm.

And as he did, his mouth opened once more.

"As for my request, it's nothing much. I just want your... virginity!"

As the final words parted, the pill in his hand crushed into crimson and golden particles before they drifted toward the stunned princess as her mind caught up with his words.