Chosen By The Lover's Constellation-Chapter 167: Children of Mana, Part Fifty

{Caroline}

In the grand halls of the Divine Council’s palace, where the echoes of history intertwined with the whispers of fate, Lianna, Enverna, and Caroline stood before the esteemed members of the council.

The air was heavy with a sense of solemnity and gratitude, an acknowledgment of the valor displayed in defending Garriden.

The council members sat upon ornate thrones, their presence a testament to ages past and destinies intertwined.

Among them, the radiant figure of the High Priestess stood, her regal bearing and wise gaze settling upon the trio with a mix of approval and benevolence.

"Warriors of Garriden," she said, her voice carrying the weight of authority and reverence. "Your bravery in the face of darkness has not gone unnoticed. The realms owe you a debt of gratitude."

As she spoke, attendants bearing ceremonial chests approached, each adorned with intricate runes and symbols of divine protection.

"Whoa," Lianna whispered to the left. Quietly, Caroline fixed her gaze onto them.

With a solemn nod, The High Priestess gestured for the chests to be opened, revealing treasures befitting heroes of their caliber.

Caroline’s eyes widened as she beheld the gleaming artifacts within those chests.

Lianna was given a bow crafted from the enchanted wood of ancient forests to the north, its string humming with latent power, a quiver filled with arrows feathered by phoenix plumes, each imbued with fiery enchantments; and an orange cloak that probably had its own enchantment.

Beside her, Enverna received a mighty spear, its blade forged from a white metal of some sort. She didn’t look particularly happy about it, though.

Caroline’s own gifts were no less impressive-looking. A sword with a blade forged from, seemingly, the same metal, along with a shield radiating an aura of unwavering protection; and an enchanted pendant adorned with a rare gemstone that would allow her to see in the dark.

However, as Caroline received her rewards, a shadow flickered across her features.

A silent doubt lingered within her heart.

She glanced at Lianna and Enverna, their expressions reflecting gratitude and determination, and couldn’t help but feel unworthy of such honors.

[I didn’t really do much, did I? I don’t deserve this,] Caroline sighed.

---

The parties didn’t stop in just one night.

No, that night as well, Garriden was enveloped in a vibrant tapestry of revelry, its streets alive with laughter and music.

Yet, in the midst of it all, Caroline found herself alone on the balcony of Mel’s inn.

The city sprawled before her, its twinkling lights glinting in the distance as she stared down at the glass of wine in front of her.

[Hm...]

That sword she’d been given was back home, tossed away in a closet, likely going to do nothing but collect dust for a while.

Just thinking about it got Caroline to reach for the nearby bottle, filling that glass up again.

As she sat in solitude, lost in contemplation, the soft click of heels against wood announced Enverna’s arrival.

Caroline’s gaze lingered on Enverna, tracing the contours of her figure illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight.

The delicate fabric of Enverna’s dress clung to her curves, hinting at the tantalizing allure that lay beneath.

As the flickering flames of the nearby torches danced around them, Caroline felt a primal urge stir within her, a hunger that gnawed at her insides with growing intensity.

She longed to reach out, to feel the silkiness of Enverna’s skin beneath her fingertips, to trace the contours of her body with eager hands.

Her breath hitched as she imagined the taste of Enverna’s lips, the intoxicating sweetness of her skin as she pressed her mouth against her neck, trailing a path of fiery kisses down her throat.

The mere thought sent shivers of anticipation coursing through her veins, igniting a flame of desire that threatened to consume her whole.

That obviously wasn’t going to happen, though.

Enverna’s words cut through the silence, her tone a curious blend of amusement and concern.

"I expected to find you amidst the festivities," she remarked, her gaze lingering on Caroline’s figure.

Caroline offered a weak smile, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass.

"I’m just not in the mood for celebrating, I guess," she admitted, her voice tinged with melancholy.

Enverna leaned against the balcony railing, her gaze probing yet gentle.

"You performed admirably in the defense of Garriden," she reassured her words a soothing balm to Caroline’s doubts.

A heavy sigh escaped Caroline’s lips, her shoulders slumping with the weight of her insecurities.

"I just wish I could have done more," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You and Lianna, and everyone else, you all fought so bravely. I feel like I’m just... a burden."

Enverna’s response was unexpected.

She grinned.

"You were."

"What?" Caroline blinked.

Enverna moved up, walking a little closer.

"I want to know... How does it feel," Enverna taunted, her voice laced with barely concealed amusement, "to watch someone like Lianna steal your glory? To see her save your city? To see her claim the woman you desire, right before your eyes?"

Caroline’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I... I do not know," Caroline replied, her voice strained.

Enverna closed the distance between them, her hand reaching out to cup Caroline’s cheek with a gentle touch.

Their eyes met, the intensity of Enverna’s gaze locking Caroline in place.

"May I confess something?" Enverna asked, though she didn’t wait for any response before continuing. "I’ve been attracted to you since I first saw you."

Caroline heard that and just froze, sitting there in stunned silence.

"But," Enverna continued, "I never quite understood what I felt... until now."

Caroline’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she processed Enverna’s revelation.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Enverna’s gaze held hers, unwavering in its intensity.

"I want you, Caroline," she admitted, her voice husky with desire. "But, there’s no love involved. No affection," she chuckled. "There was some admiration but that’s lessened greatly. No, it’s just... Lust."

Then, Enverna sat on the table, her thighs dangerously close to Caroline’s lips.

"So, what do you say? Want to have a taste of what Lianna gets every day?"

Caroline’s mind was racing in so many different directions, her brains threatened to spill out from her ears, melting.

One question did come to mind.

"Wouldn’t Lianna mind?"

"If she did, I wouldn’t be here," Enverna admitted. "So, what will it be?"

Amidst her mental storm, at this moment, all that came to Caroline’s mind was but one word.

"Yes."

---

The room was cloaked in a hazy glow, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows across the walls as Caroline surrendered herself to the moment.

Beneath her, the softness of the bed yielded to the weight of her body, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Enverna’s hands roamed over her skin with relentless urgency.

She was being fucked right now, via a strap-on Enverna helpfully had plucked out from her Inventory the moment Caroline agreed.

With each thrust, Caroline felt herself teetering on the edge of oblivion, her senses engulfed by the intoxicating sensation of pleasure and desire. Enverna’s touch was electric, igniting a fire within her that blazed with an intensity she had never known before.

As Enverna’s hands trailed along her curves, Caroline’s breath hitched in anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest as she surrendered herself to the exquisite torment of ecstasy.

With each stroke, she felt herself slipping further into the abyss, her mind consumed by a primal hunger that drove her ever closer to the brink of release.

Then, with a sharp gasp, Caroline felt Enverna’s fingers entwined in her hair, pulling her head back with a firm grip.

The sensation sent shivers cascading down her spine, her body arching instinctively in response to the delicious tension that hung in the air between them.

She’d never been treated this way before. It was new, somewhat scary, but...

Refreshing.

And then, without warning, Enverna’s lips descended upon her neck, trailing a path of fiery kisses down her spine as she surrendered herself fully to the pleasure of the moment.

Caroline moaned softly, her body trembling with anticipation as Enverna’s touch ignited a fire within her that burned with an intensity she could scarcely comprehend.

With each thrust, Caroline felt herself spiraling ever closer to the edge, her senses consumed by the heady rush of desire and need. Enverna’s touch was like a symphony of pleasure, each movement sending waves of ecstasy crashing over her in relentless waves.

As the tempo of their passion quickened, Caroline felt herself teetering on the precipice of release, her body aching with a hunger that could no longer be denied.

Enverna didn’t let her get there, though.

"No," she pulled her toy out of Caroline’s aching pussy and took it off. Then, she turned Caroline around, onto her back, and presented her cunt proudly. "You don’t get to cum before I do."

Wordlessly, Caroline went to do what Enverna was not so subtly asking for.

With a hunger born of longing and need, she descended upon Enverna’s waiting lips, her tongue tracing quick patterns across her swollen flesh.

Enverna’s moans began to fill the air, fighting back against the distant music from the streets and the rest of the inn as Caroline’s ministrations drove her ever closer to the brink of release.

With each flick of her tongue, each caress of her lips, Caroline pushed Enverna to the edge of pleasure, her own desire burning bright in the heat of their shared passion.

And then, with a cry of ecstasy, Enverna succumbed to the tidal wave of sensation that engulfed her, her body trembling with the force of her release as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Enverna’s climax washed over her, a symphony of pleasure that left her trembling with the intensity of her release.

With a sly smile playing on her lips, she lowered herself, her gaze locking with Caroline’s as she teased her with a knowing smirk.

"Good, now, you know your place," Enverna taunted, her voice laced with amusement as she trailed her fingers teasingly along Caroline’s trembling flesh.

Caroline’s breath caught in her throat at the taunt, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal flooding her senses as Enverna’s words echoed in her mind. But before she could respond, Enverna closed the distance between them, her lips meeting Caroline’s in a passionate kiss that left her breathless.

It was shameful, but...

Caroline could live with this.

---

{Saren}

In the unfathomable darkness of the void, where shadows intertwined with whispers of forgotten power, Saren stood as a lone figure, taking the form of a massive eye, bathed in ethereal darkness.

Memories of a time long past flickered like distant stars in his mind, reminding him of an era when he reigned supreme, his dominion unchallenged by mortal or divine.

The looming presence of the Demon Constellation materialized before him, a shimmering emblem of malevolent authority.

Its tendrils of dark energy seemed to writhe with otherworldly sentience as it bowed before Saren, a gesture steeped in reverence and trepidation.

"Saren," the ethereal voice echoed through the void, laden with deference. "Forgive our failure with Jack. Those girls proved more formidable than anticipated."

Saren’s pupil, a blazing orb of ancient malice, regarded the constellation with a steely gaze.

"Her triumph is inconsequential in the grand design," he intoned, his voice a symphony of dark undertones. "Jack served his purpose, albeit imperfectly. His demise is merely a momentary setback."

A low chuckle sounded off in the air, from Saren.

"My gaze now falls upon another," he continued, his voice a sinister murmur. "In Telvan, a new acolyte has embraced our whispers. Her mind is a fertile ground, ripe for our influence."

The Demon Constellation pulsated with a dim, ominous light, reflecting Saren’s anticipation.

"Our return draws near," it intoned, a trace of malevolent joy threading its words. "The fragments of our power coalesce once more, and soon, the realms of mortals shall tremble at our resurgence."

As Saren’s silhouette dissolved into the veils of darkness, his laughter echoed through the void, a harbinger of impending doom and the promise of a dark epoch reborn.

[Enjoy your small victories, my child,] Saren thought, aiming his inner voice at a certain someone. [They will be inconsequential in the long run.]