Chapter 375: Chapter 370: Breaking Point on the Walls

The battlements shook under the weight of the colossal entity. Stone cracked. Men screamed as sections of the wall simply vanished, swallowed into widening fractures that pulsed with black-violet light. Aiden stood at the center of it all, his body burning.

The fractures inside him—the ones that let Lucifer’s power bleed through—were splitting wider. The entity had locked onto him. Not the wall. Not the army. Him.

"It’s trying to use you as a door," Catherine shouted over the chaos. Her armor was half-gone, hair wild, eyes fierce. "We don’t run. We flood the fractures right here, where the bastard can watch."

No time for a chamber. No time for safety. The entity’s aura already pressed down on them like a heavy, hungry hand, making every nerve raw.

Aiden grabbed Catherine and bent her over the parapet. Her hands gripped the crumbling stone as he shoved into her from behind in one rough thrust.

She cried out, loud and guttural, the sound carrying across the wall. "Fill me—fuck, it’s burning so good—don’t stop even if the wall falls!"

The entity’s presence amplified everything. Every slide of his cock inside her felt electric, too intense, addictive.

Catherine’s pussy clenched hard, wetter than he’d ever felt her, dripping down her thighs onto the blood-stained stones.

She pushed back against him desperately, moaning without shame as soldiers below stared up in shock and awe.

Sabrina was next. She climbed onto the parapet beside Catherine, facing Aiden, and yanked him into a kiss while he kept fucking Catherine.

"My turn, you bastard," she growled. "Fuck me harder than her. Make me scream louder." She was already soaked.

The entity’s fragment—the piece that had taken root in Flora—was leaking into her too. Her usual competitive fire twisted darker. "I want it to hurt. Break me open like you’re breaking the sky."

Aiden pulled out of Catherine and drove into Sabrina. She rode him frantically, legs locked around his waist, nails digging bloody lines down his back. Her dirty talk came in snarls.

"Deeper, you fucking god—let it watch you ruin me." Her whispers turned eerie between moans. "It wants in... it says your cock feels like the end of everything..."

Flora approached on shaky legs. Catherine reached out, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her close.

"You’re with us. Touch him. Let it flow through all of us." Flora’s eyes already showed shadows swirling in the whites.

She dropped to her knees and took Aiden’s balls into her mouth while he pounded Sabrina, then switched to licking where his cock stretched Sabrina open.

Her moans mixed with whispers that weren’t fully hers. "So warm... the dark is so warm inside you..."

Isolde and Calipso—working as one in their usual terrifying sync—grabbed Bela and forced her against the battlement beside the others. They were raw dominance tonight.

Isolde chanted old binding words that warped mid-sentence into something hungrier.

Bela’s thick body shook as they used her, fingers and tongues everywhere, turning the group into a writhing, public mess.

Power surged. Wild, uncontrolled. Golden-black wards flared across the failing wall, massive temporary barriers that shoved the entity back a dozen meters. But the cost was immediate and visible.

Glowing marks spread across the women’s skin—fractured runes that pulsed in time with Aiden’s thrusts. Sabrina’s eyes glazed with aggressive need. She kept grinding even after she came, shaking, whispering,

"More... I’ll kill you if you stop." Flora’s whispers grew louder, her tongue moving with unnatural hunger. Catherine’s back arched so hard she nearly fell over the edge.

Aiden felt it in his own body. The fractures cracked wider. Raw godlike strength flooded him—enough to reinforce the entire section of wall with a single pulse of will—but fine control vanished.

Passion now threatened to drown him completely. One wrong move and he’d tear reality open.

Troops watched the entire "profane ritual." Some dropped to their knees, chanting Lucifer’s name with fervent new belief. Others vomited and ran, defecting on the spot. Morale had split down the middle.

The entity roared and retreated for the moment, its colossal form flickering. But the infection had spread. Sabrina looked ready to fuck him to death right there on the stones. Flora’s eyes were no longer fully hers.

Then Elizabeth arrived.

She strode onto the battlement with a small elite force in perfect formation. Her imperial armor gleamed, untouched by the filth and blood.

She took in the scene—naked, marked, exhausted women still trembling with aftershocks and addiction, Aiden’s glowing fractures, the split army—and her expression stayed coldly regal.

"Impressive desperation," she said. "But your fractures are now bleeding into my legions’ battlefield. Submit to a full binding ritual with me now, or I withdraw every soldier I brought. Your choice, Lucifer."

The harem was too drained, too addicted to stop him. Catherine tried to stand and failed, legs shaking. Sabrina just laughed darkly, still touching herself.

Aiden went with Elizabeth.

Binding or Breaking

They didn’t go to her tent. Elizabeth led him deep beneath the fortress to an ancient relic chamber.

Half imperial altar, half profane Luciferian shrine. Chains of golden energy and black bone hung from the ceiling. The air itself felt thick with old power.

Elizabeth sealed the door. She was fully in control from the first second. Energy chains wrapped Aiden’s wrists and ankles, locking him to the altar stone on his back.

She stripped slowly, revealing a body honed for both war and command.

She started with her mouth. Slow, merciless oral. Her tongue traced every vein, teasing the head until he throbbed painfully. "Mmm... submit to your Empress," she murmured, elegant and commanding.

"Feel how perfectly I take you." She looked him in the eyes the entire time, never breaking contact.

When she mounted him, it was with deliberate, crushing control. She rode him inch by inch, clenching at exactly the right moments, edging him for what felt like hours. Her moans were measured, imperial.

"Yes... right there. Give me more of that fractured power." Every time he neared release she stopped, chanting imperial rites that wrapped around his fractures like cold steel bands.

The sex was psychological as much as physical. She reshaped him while he was inside her, forcing his wild Lucifer energy into more ordered channels.

When she finally allowed him to cum, it was devastating. Aiden roared as the orgasm tore through him, prolonged, draining. Power stabilized in massive waves.

Most of the worst fractures sealed. Godlike strength remained, but it now carried an imperial weight—controlled, heavy, alien.

Elizabeth leaned down, still impaled on him. "Permanent pact. Commit to my method fully. I seal the rest. You become the Emperor this world needs. Their bond will mute. Less chaos. More order. Choose."

Aiden felt the pull. The stability was tempting after the madness on the wall. But he remembered Catherine’s raw moans, Sabrina’s fire, Flora’s gentle corruption. He resisted at the last moment.

The ritual backfired.

The remaining fractures tore open. A surge of the entity ripped through. Elizabeth cursed as black veins spread across her thigh before she could contain it.

Aiden’s new "controlled" power set felt wrong—cold, precise, but missing the raw passion that made him who he was.

And somewhere, far above, he felt Flora’s infection deepen sharply.

They emerged from the chamber to find the harem waiting.

Catherine grabbed him first. No anger-fuck this time. She pulled him down to the cold floor right there in the corridor. Tears mixed with desperation as she straddled him.

"Don’t you dare leave us behind," she whispered, voice cracking. The sex was painful, imperfect. Her body still craved him but the bond felt frayed—pleasure mixed with sharp loss.

Sabrina joined, aggressive and needy, but her addiction now looked like withdrawal tremors. She bit his shoulder hard enough to draw blood. "You feel different. Fix it."

Flora watched with shadowed eyes, touching herself absently, whispering things that made the others flinch. Isolde and Calipso chanted low, trying to hold the group together. Bela simply held Aiden’s hand, silent.

It didn’t fully work. The recommitment was desperate and tearful, but the damage remained. Some connections felt severed. Others burned with painful need.

Then the horns sounded.

The entity launched its final assault. The sky tore open. Colossal limbs reached for the fortress.

Aiden stood, power split and damaged—Lucifer’s fire mixed with cold imperial steel. The harem rose behind him, marked, addicted, and fractured. Elizabeth watched from the side, her own new infection pulsing.

Whatever choice he had truly made in those desperate minutes would decide the coming battle. Full harem victory at unbearable cost. A hybrid nightmare where nothing stayed whole. Or a slow slide into Elizabeth’s controlled empire.

The walls shook again. This time, there would be no reset.