Ancestral Lineage

They say love is just a feeling—some say it's merely an emotion. But…

There are countless definitions of love, and yet, when you ask those bound by a deeper connection—soulmates in the truest, most spiritual sense—it becomes something far greater.

To them, love is everything.

It's in the bed they sleep on, the dreams that cradle them, and the nightmares that rattle their bones. It's in the meals they share, the laughter that echoes in silence, even in the most mundane, uncomfortable parts of life—yes, even that. Once the one they love is involved, everything takes on new meaning. Nothing is too small, too ugly, or too strange.

Because when souls are tied together beyond logic or time,

Love isn't just a part of life—

It is life.

And they had endured hell because of it.

Harley, Clara, Carmen, Andriel, Lisa, Pisces, Christel, Elaine, Seraphis, Barki…

Each of them had tasted the agony of life without the one their soul cried out for.

Whether they had shared a past with him or met him only once, it didn't matter. The moment they encountered Ethan, they felt it—that unmistakable, soul-wrenching pull. A bond so ancient, so fierce, it defied time, space, and reason.

It wasn't just affection or passion. It was something deeper. Primal. Sacred.

A connection written in the fabric of the cosmos, echoing from one lifetime to the next.

And that bond? It could not be severed—not by fate, not by death, not even by the gods themselves.

For if it were…

Then the world would bleed again.

And Doomsday would rise once more.

"Wait here and reflect on what I'm about to show you, alright?" Ethan said gently to Athelia, his voice calm but laced with intent.

As he spoke, a third eye slowly opened on his forehead—an elegant, luminescent blue that shimmered like a quiet star. He reached forward and placed his fingers softly on Athelia's own third eye, nestled in the center of her forehead. The moment they connected, a serene blue glow enveloped her head, washing over her mind like a wave of peace and stillness.

Then—without another word—he vanished.

In an instant, he reappeared between Harley and Clara, slipping his arms around their waists with the practiced ease of someone who knew them intimately. Their surprise lasted only a breath before the air shimmered around them.

With a pulse of spatial magic, the three of them disappeared—teleporting into a colossal mansion that materialized from nothing, standing like a palace woven out of dreams and power. Its walls gleamed with ethereal light, alive with ancient runes and memories. The atmosphere inside pulsed with quiet majesty, and the air was thick with unspoken history.

This was no ordinary place. It was his domain.

A realm crafted from his will.

And the unveiling had only just begun.

The mansion was unlike any they had ever seen—not a single hallway, no dividing doors, no furniture to fill space. It was just one vast, breathtakingly expansive room, illuminated by a soft, ambient glow that shifted with Ethan's mood. At the heart of it all stood an impossibly large bed, grander than any throne, its silken sheets rippling as though stirred by invisible winds of desire and anticipation.

The very sight of it sent chills down Harley and Clara's spines.

They exchanged a glance—nervous, excited, burning with a longing that had only grown deeper with time. This… this was what they had dreamed of, what their hearts had whispered for in silence.

Ethan didn't hesitate.

With a flick of his arms, he tossed both women onto the massive bed, the action fluid and dominant. They landed with soft gasps, their bodies sinking into the bed's plush embrace. Above them, Ethan stood—imposing, sure, and radiating that commanding aura that only he possessed.

A mischievous smile played across his lips as his hands went to his shirt. With one swift motion, he tore it off, revealing the chiseled perfection of his upper body—sculpted muscle and divine symmetry, his skin catching the light like warm marble.

"Now," he said, his voice low and dripping with delicious promise, "let's begin your torture."

He pounced.

Ethan's gaze flicked between the two women—his bond with them etched not just into memory, but into the very core of his soul. Every gesture now was fueled by more than just desire—it was the culmination of love, longing, and connection forged through fire and time.

He leaned in close to Clara first, his hand gently cradling the side of her face before trailing upward to her fox ears. With a tenderness that belied the intensity in his eyes, he brushed his fingers along them, then leaned down and pressed his lips to one, his breath warm and slow.

Clara shivered, her body arching instinctively as a soft gasp escaped her lips. Before she could catch her breath, Ethan's mouth captured hers, their lips molding together in a slow, deep kiss. He savored the moment—the taste of her, the way her scent filled the air, her body responding to his with every beat of her heart.

She squirmed beneath him, overwhelmed and breathless, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, one hand sliding down to her waist, grounding her in the moment.

At the same time, without even turning, Ethan reached out with a thought—his telekinesis responding effortlessly. Harley, who had been watching with a quiet, burning anticipation, felt herself pulled forward. Before she could say a word, Ethan turned to her, eyes smoldering with that familiar, commanding warmth.

With a single swift movement, he brushed his fingers along the fabric of her clothes—and in an instant, they slipped away, vanishing like ash on the wind, leaving her bare before him.

He turned his attention between them both, heart racing, energy crackling gently in the air around them.

And so began the unraveling of tension and time.

He took hold of Harley's large boobs and squeezed them while he still sucked on Clara's lips. His fingers played with her pink nipples, causing them to harden in no time. His hands then moved like a snake towards her pink cave which had only been entered by him. His middle finger trailed her hardened clitoris, causing her to shiver in ecstasy, then it dripped.

"Oh? Already trembling?" Ethan murmured, a dangerous glint lighting up his eyes.

Harley tried to catch her breath, her voice faltering. "N-No… wait—" But he was already moving, shifting his attention entirely to her.

His finger entered her cave as he took hold of her lips.

The kiss was both passionate and ecstatic.

Their lips met with a hunger born not just of desire, but of long-held emotions and unspoken bonds. Harley melted into him, her hands clutching at his back as though anchoring herself to reality. Ethan held her close, devouring the moment, pouring every ounce of emotion into the connection while he played with her dripping cave.

It wasn't just a kiss—it was a storm. A clash of memories, longing, and fire.

When they finally parted, breathless and dazed, it was as if time had paused around them, holding its breath for what would come next.

Ethan looked at his work of art and smiled in satisfaction. He then turned his attention to Clara who had begun to touch herself.

"Don't do that ever again," Ethan said, his voice a low blend of command and temptation. There was no mistaking the authority in his tone—but it was wrapped in heat, wrapped in that dangerous charm only he could wield.

He turned to Clara, grabbing her before she could retreat. Her six ethereal tails flared around her, swaying as if to create distance, as if to shield her—but Ethan moved faster.

In a blur, he was already there.

His hands found her waist, steady and unrelenting, pulling her into his presence like gravity itself. Her golden eyes widened, the flickering flame of resistance already softening under his gaze.

"You're mine," he whispered, barely more than breath against her ear. "All of you."

The tails slowed, no longer trying to push him away—but curling slightly, subconsciously, like silk caught in a warm breeze.

He raised her up, putting her legs on his shoulders, offering her already reddening cave to him.

His tongue moved first and licked her cunt. Clara shivered and showered him with love juices but Ethan paid no mind. He licked it once, twice then he attacked it fully, sucking and licking it.

Clara gasped and moaned in pleasure as Ethan worked his way through her cave with his tongue. Her legs dropped weakly on his shoulders as she shivered occasionally from pleasure.

Ethan sucked and sucked until she released one last loud moan, signaling a massive orgasm, then he dropped her onto the bed.

"Now, time for the others."

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