Chapter 168: The Calamity’s Brood (R-18)

The heavy stone walls of my private chambers groaned under the intense magical pressure.

I held Ramona firmly against the dark silk sheets. The heat radiating from her sun kissed skin was intoxicating.

Her Level 90 core violently pulsed with every heavy thrust of my hips, fighting a losing battle against the overwhelming, suffocating weight of my Domination Aura.

I grabbed her wrists, pinning them cleanly above her head with one massive, brass armored hand.

"A Level 90 Calamity," I rumbled, my voice vibrating deep in my chest. I looked down into her dilated, molten gold eyes.

"You could have flown away the moment I broke your chains. Why did you claim me so quickly, Ramona? Why submit to a Goblin?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Ramona gasped, her back arching beautifully as I set a deeper, punishing rhythm. Her elegant reptilian tail wrapped tightly around my muscular thigh.

"Dragons do not care for politics, Grik," Ramona breathed, her voice desperate and heavy with ancient instinct.

"We do not care about race. We mate with the absolute strong. You did not just pull me from the dark. You walked through a river of hyper pressurized magma and bent the very concept of death to your will just to save me. There is no male in this world stronger than you."

I chuckled darkly. I let go of her wrists, sliding my hands down to grip her curvaceous hips, my thumbs pressing deeply into the dark crimson scales along her waist.

The pure white and pink Flame of Life washed over us, completely insulating the room from the destructive heat of her rising climax.

The conceptual fire fed on her absolute devotion, burning brighter with every second.

I slowed my pace just a fraction, teasing the raw, primal hunger building in her ancient core.

"You want something from me, Dragon," I whispered, leaning down so my breath brushed against her pointed ear.

"Say it."

Ramona shivered violently. Her golden eyes locked onto my glowing red visor with absolute, fanatical need.

"Yes," Ramona begged, her fingernails digging deep into the scarred green muscles of my back.

"Impregnate me. Fill me with your seed, Husband. I want it now."

I paused, holding myself deep inside her tight, burning heat.

"We have an eternity, Ramona," I questioned, wiping a bead of sweat from her flawless cheek.

"Why are you in such a hurry to build a brood?"

"Because I am the last," she replied, a fierce, protective maternal instinct flashing in her eyes.

"The ancient Clans slaughtered my clan and locked me in the abyss. I spent thousands of years completely alone. I want a family, Grik. I want a brood that will shake the heavens. I want children with your absolute strength, so no one can ever put a chain around their necks."

My core violently surged. The sheer weight of her devotion perfectly synchronized with my Sovereign ambition.

She did not just want my protection. She wanted to build a legacy of pure, unadulterated power.

"Then take it," I growled.

I abandoned all restraint. I pushed my S Grade physical strength to its absolute limit, dominating her completely.

The heavy, rhythmic slapping of flesh echoed loudly over the roaring hearth. Ramona screamed my name, completely abandoning her ancient composure.

Her Level 90 aura shattered into pure bliss. She clamped her powerful internal muscles violently around me, her entire body trembling as she pulled me over the edge.

I drove deep inside her, unleashing a massive, heavy climax. I filled her completely, cementing my bloodline directly into the core of an ancient Calamity.

DING!

The System interface violently illuminated the dark room with a blinding, regal purple and molten gold light.

[Dynasty System Triggered: Absolute Synchronization Achieved.]

[Companion ’Ramona’ has permanently tethered her Calamity Core to the Sovereign’s bloodline.]

[Massive LP Multiplier Applied: The Dragon’s Devotion.]

[Lust Points: +2,500,000]

I collapsed heavily against her side, my massive chest heaving as I pulled her warm, sweating body against me. Ramona rested her head on my broad shoulder, a deeply satisfied, exhausted purr vibrating in her throat.

DING!

[New Dynasty Buff Acquired: The Calamity’s Hearth.]

[Effect 1: The Sovereign gains absolute biological immunity to all extreme thermal damage and magma-based environments.]

[Effect 2: The conceptual heat of the Flame of Death and the Flame of Life is permanently increased by 200%.]

[Effect 3: The biological womb of Companion ’Ramona’ has been infused with S-Grade Sovereign Mana. Any future offspring conceived will possess indestructible Draconic-Chitin scales and a natural affinity for Apex Fire.]

I dismissed the prompts with a slow, victorious smile. Two and a half million LP and absolute immunity to fire.

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Thousands of miles across the Azure Sea.

The central cathedral of the Holy Empire was an architectural marvel of white marble and pure gold.

Thousands of Paladins, high priests, and terrified citizens knelt on the polished floor, their heads bowed in absolute submission.

They were not praying to an unseen god. They were praying to the man sitting on the grand golden throne at the front of the hall.

Elias was twenty four years old. Three years ago, he was a miserable, overworked college student on Earth. Now, he was the Lightbringer.

He wore pristine white and gold armor. A blinding, physical halo of pure holy magic floated directly behind his head. His eyes glowed with terrifying, unchecked divine power.

He was Level 80.

He had spent three years slaughtering captured beasts in the Pope’s secret dungeons, forcefully grinding his experience points until his humanity completely vanished, replaced by a pure, arrogant god complex.

A high ranking Cardinal rushed down the central aisle, his heavy robes rustling. The old man threw himself to his knees at the base of the throne, trembling violently.

"Speak," Elias commanded. His voice was laced with a localized compulsion spell that forced everyone in the room to flinch.

"Holy One," the Cardinal stammered, keeping his eyes glued to the marble floor.

"We have received a spatial transmission from the Eastern vanguard. Captain Kaelen’s scouting fleet... it has been completely destroyed."

Elias slowly leaned forward, resting his chin on his glowing fist.

"Did the monsters manage to summon a kraken?"

"No, Holy One," the Cardinal whispered in absolute terror.

"The transmission was fragmented. But they spoke of an iron sea monster. A massive, metal vessel that shoots fire from beneath the waves. The monsters... they possess advanced machinery."

Dead silence fell over the massive cathedral.

Elias did not look afraid. He did not look concerned about the tactical disadvantage of his wooden ships facing iron submarines. His glowing eyes simply narrowed in pure, unadulterated disgust.

"Primitive beasts playing with metal," Elias sneered, standing up from his throne. The sheer holy pressure radiating from his Level 80 core cracked the marble beneath his boots.

Elias raised his right hand. A colossal, blinding sword of pure light materialized in his grasp.

"Prepare the main Crusade fleet," Elias commanded, his voice echoing with absolute fanaticism.

"If they hide in iron machines beneath the water, I will simply part their ocean. And when we reach their shores, I will burn their entire continent to ash."