Chapter 73: Dark Clouds in Gold Skies *AC*
Osiris stared in befuddlement at this otherworldly woman, gazing into her sapphire eyes for quite a while. The latter remained as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice as if she had never known a single night with him. The House Lord wanted to be upset, but the woman before him was simply too exquisite. In normal times, she was already beautiful enough to start a world war, for entire planets to be invaded in hopes of capturing her love.
However, in this golden form, she was so captivating that Lord Osiris didn't dare to look any longer. He glanced toward an open window overlooking Lake Nicaea, unable to grow excited despite the current situation. He closed his eyes and dismissed his excess thoughts, as he needed to deal with the naked goddess in front of him.
"You will not regret this, my goddess. Basalt Congo will die by my hands, and it will take no longer than ten years," Osiris solemnly vowed, his eyes full of fervent passion and a number of emotions. "Ten years. In ten years, I will free Niagara from her hell and help you evolve again. I swear this on my name, Osirishun Goldwolf!"
"Good…good…" Isis closed her eyes, her cold and detached expression changing as a soft pink light encased her.
When she opened her eyes again, Osiris saw the love and deep affection that he had grown to cherish more than his own life at some point. He suddenly felt lost. He knew for sure, on this day, that this experience was temporary. This goddess only stood by his side by coincidence.
Nothing had changed.
Their goals are still aligned.
This was just part of the plan.
The only unexpected element was Josiah. Hypnotizing themselves had left them lost in each other's love for months on end. That love created a major variable.
This was not a part of the plan.
Rather than this discouraging him, Osiris suddenly felt an uncontrollable desire to conquer this woman. He knew he wouldn't be able to enjoy these days for much longer.
Isis stepped forward and pressed her bare chest against Osiris, speaking softly in his ear, "What are you waiting for?"
Osiris felt himself stir and harden against Isis's body as she ran her hands down his chest and stomach. He couldn't resist her any longer and touched his lips to meet hers. They kissed deeply, exploring each other's mouths as they clung to each other.
Isis pulled back, a mischievous glint in her golden eyes.
"I want to try something new," she whispered before pressing a finger to Osiris's lips to stop him from speaking.
She turned and walked towards the golden door, beckoning him to follow her. Osiris felt a sense of excitement and anticipation as he followed her through the portal.
They emerged into a dimly lit room filled with plush cushions and draped with rich fabrics. A low table stood in the center of the room, surrounded by candles and various objects that Osiris couldn't identify.
Isis approached the table and picked up a small vial filled with a viscous, golden liquid. She uncorked it and poured a few drops onto her fingers before turning to face Osiris.
"Close your eyes," she commanded.
Osiris obeyed, feeling a sense of trust and excitement as he put himself in her hands. He felt her fingers brush across his skin, tracing a pattern across his chest and down to his stomach. The sensation was warm and tingly, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan.
Isis continued her ministrations, her touch growing more urgent as she explored his body. Osiris felt himself growing harder and harder under her touch, his breathing becoming ragged as she brought her touch to his little skywolf.
Osiris felt a surge of heat spread through his body, and he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He lifted Isis up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He climbed on top of her, and their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. The golden goddess was a goddess in every sense of the word, and Osiris couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty and her powers. He knew that he was treading on dangerous ground, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist.
As they moved together in a feverish dance, Osiris felt himself losing control. The goddess beneath him consumed his thoughts, and he knew that this would end badly like the night they made Josiah. At least for now, he didn't care. All he wanted was to be with her, to feel her magical body melting into his own, and to forget about everything else.
Osiris didn't notice that his magic and voodoo formulas were undergoing world-shaking changes as they actually started to fuse together. The golden tattoos Isis had drawn all over his body were drawing in the surrounding golden essence that filled up this abode world of his goddess.
The boons of this were something Osiris would only understand in the days to come as he currently had a golden sight of mystical pleasure pinning him down and mounting him like a horse.
Osiris felt a shiver run down his spine as he leaned in to kiss Isis passionately. He ran his hands down her supple body, savoring every moment of their intimacy. They moved together in perfect harmony as if they had been doing this dance for eternity. Osiris forgot about everything else at that moment, focusing only on the goddess in his arms.
Isis smiled, satisfied with her love's reaction. Her magic and voodoo spells were fusing with ease, and the burning passion was burning through their souls like wildfire. Isis could feel their connection strengthening with each passing moment, the two of them perfectly attuned to each other.
They could feel their love and desire boiling over, threatening to consume them both. Isis's body arched as she felt Osiris's scepter relentlessly crash through any barriers that prevented their union, their passion and desire increasing by the second.
Isis looked at Osiris, her eyes full of love and hunger as they continued to make love. That hunger was growing with each passing second. She took a deep breath, enjoying the sensation of her love's tongue tracing her body as his lips and hands felt her up. She felt herself growing wetter and wetter as she explored his body with her hands and her mouth. She could feel her heart beating like that of a rabbit, threatening to leap out of her chest.
Isis's golden hands traced down Osiris's body, gripping his member tight as she began to pump him. As she stroked him, she enjoyed the sensation of his magic running down her arms and blending with hers. She could feel a certain kind of hunger growing in her, a hunger that knew no bounds as she became more desperate to be with Osiris.
Isis let out a gasp as she pressed her lips against Osiris's member, her eyes gazing into his as she began sucking him off. Osiris rested his head back, a moan escaping his lips as Isis devoured him, her hands roaming around his body as she activated the golden seals drawn on his body one by one.
They finally reached their climax after several hours of lovemaking. Osiris felt himself drenching his goddess with everything he had. Isis's body was like a golden flower, blooming in countless petals until she completely covered Osiris. She held him tightly, preventing him from escaping the prison of her love. He could feel himself drifting away, unable to resist the cocktail of pleasure and magic that was slowly drowning him.
Isis smiled lovingly at Osiris as she held him in her embrace, refusing to let him go. There were no more worries, no more secrets, no more schemes. Everything in that moment was golden.
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Floating 250 feet above the center of Lake Nicaea was the enormous and magnificent White Demon Castle that sat hidden inside of a giant nimbus cloud. In a secluded room on the upper floors of the huge white temple, Basalt had just finished a lustful session with two naked women who seemed devoid of emotion.
Their eyes were listless and broken. Wearing nothing but lower robes, his chiseled chest covered in curse glyphs, Basalt stared menacingly out of the window in silence. Several minutes later, two elders in white phased into the room like specters.
"To think you both would dare to enter my personal chambers at this hour." Basalt's venomous voice, which had more than its usual chill, filled the room. "I expect you have good news, Altis. Today is such that not even you could avoid the punishment for upsetting this great one."
The two elders in white glanced at each other knowingly. Today was indeed the day the Liege Lord was most volatile throughout the year. It was the anniversary of his wedding with Niagara Shu.
"My liege," Altis Major performed a half-bow and called out in a raspy but masculine voice. "There are ripples of fate coming from the lord's mansion in House Trillwolf. We can expect that the brat has already crossed that crucial step. As such…my old toy has sought us out. She wishes to strike a deal with you."
"Oh?" Basalt's aura grew unstable and cruel when his Right Hand began to speak of such a tragic event as that bastard child reaching new heights. In fact, this had nearly gotten Altis killed. However, when the man spoke of Enora, Basalt suddenly grew excited. "Fetch her here at once. I desperately need a new formulation cauldron for a few days. During that time, I'll listen to whatever words she has to say. If she has time to speak at all..."
"Yes, my liege."
"And what about you, Trevor? Do not tell me that you just came for the show?" Basalt sneered at his Left Hand, who had remained otherwise quiet.
The man had failed his previous mission, and Basalt had given him quite the punishment for that. It truly wasn't surprising for the man to act as if a stick were still up his ass.
"Young master should know that the grand preceptor has finally left the capital. We are standing by to receive the remaining death god statues. We await your commands," replied the harsh, wizened voice of Trevor Graves.
Basalt's eyes lit up in what could only be called ecstasy, making the two elders rather uncomfortable.
"Tasty, too tasty. Well, why didn't you buffoons interrupt me sooner?" complained Basalt as he turned and vanished from where he stood. His voice echoed in the two elders' ears after he had already gone. "Prepare everything immediately! No time to delay. I want this done in less than a week; we must strike immediately. But don't worry. With their holy messenger under my glamour hex, it'll be like taking candy from a baby."
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