As the bear’s lifeless body sank beneath the churning waters, disappearing into the murky depths with barely a ripple.
Lucian stood motionless, his fist still extended, marveling at the raw power he now commanded.
As the last bubbles rose from the bear’s watery grave, Lucian’s mind raced with newfound understanding.
This beast, formidable by mortal standards, was nothing compared to his current strength.
He realized that the bear, in its prime, had likely reached the pinnacle of what was possible for wild creatures in these mortal lands — perhaps the equivalent of the 1st Layer of the Body Strengthening Realm.
The thought sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.
If this apex predator, honed by nature over countless generations, could only attain such a meager level of power, how much further could he, a cultivator, push the boundaries of his potential?
As the realization of his newfound power settled in, Lucian’s stomach growled fiercely, a primal hunger awakening within him.
The bear’s death had come at an opportune moment, with its flesh now a tantalizing offering to sate his ravenous appetite.
With a swift, fluid motion, Lucian plunged his hand into the murky depths, grasping the bear’s massive paw.
The water churned and frothed as he exerted his newfound strength, effortlessly tearing the limb from the submerged carcass.
RRRIP–
The sound of rending flesh and snapping tendons echoed across the lake, a grisly symphony of power and hunger.
As he lifted the severed paw from the water, rivulets of blood and lake water cascaded down his arm, creating intricate patterns on his skin.
Growl~
A low growl emanated from Lucian as he grasped the severed paw, still warm and twitching with the fading remnants of life. A fierce hunger surged through him, intensifying with each heartbeat.
Without a moment’s pause, Lucian seized the bear’s paw, his fingers working deftly to peel back the thick fur. He gripped the coarse hide and tore it away in firm, deliberate motions, exposing the raw flesh beneath.
Once the last of the fur lay discarded, he wasted no time, sinking his teeth into the exposed raw meat, savoring the rich taste of blood and sinew.
The taste was unlike anything he had experienced before — rich, gamey, and infused with a hint of wild energy.
The flesh was tough, yet yielded to his newfound strength as he tore into it with savage abandon.
Blood, still warm and pulsing with life, gushed over his tongue, coating his throat with its metallic tang.
He had no means to light a fire, no torch or flint to summon the flames.
Despite this, Lucian didn’t bother calling for the guards to help him roast the meat. Their presence would only complicate matters, drawing unnecessary attention.
And even if he had, what purpose would it serve? His instincts told him that revealing his strength too soon would be a grave mistake.
***
As dawn breaks over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, a luxurious carriage emerges from the mist-shrouded forest road.
Its polished ebony wood gleams in the early morning light, intricate silver filigree adorning its sides catching the sun’s rays and casting dancing patterns on the ground.
The carriage, pulled by four midnight-black steeds with manes like spun silk, moves with an otherworldly grace, barely disturbing the gravel beneath its wheels.
Flanking the carriage are nearly 80 soldiers, their black and silver armor a stark contrast to the lush greenery surrounding them.
Each soldier moves with practiced precision, their steps perfectly in sync, creating a hypnotic rhythm that seems to resonate with the very earth beneath them.
Their helmets, adorned with sweeping silver plumes, catch the breeze, creating the illusion of spectral wings unfurling behind them, as if ready to take flight at any moment.
As the carriage and its escort approach the towering walls of the Celestian Empire’s Royal Capital, the soldiers atop the ramparts snap to attention.
Their eyes widen in recognition, hands fumbling with telescopes to confirm what they can scarcely believe.
The massive gates, each panel a masterwork of ironwood and enchanted steel, groan to life.
Ancient gears, hidden deep within the walls, begin to turn.
Creeeak–!
The sound echoes through the morning air, a deep rumble that seems to shake the very foundations of the earth.
Slowly, inexorably, the gates part. Shafts of golden sunlight pierce the gap, illuminating motes of dust that dance in the air like tiny spirits.
The opening widens, revealing the splendor of the Royal Capital beyond.
The carriage glides forward, its wheels seeming to barely touch the cobblestones of the Royal Capital’s main thoroughfare.
The common folk lining the streets crane their necks, whispering and pointing in awe at the procession. Children perch on their parents’ shoulders, eyes wide with wonder at the sight of such opulence.
If they had known it was Lucian who was in the carriage, even the common folk might have sneered or looked away, for he was but a concubine’s child, forever shadowed by whispers of disgrace.
Yet seeing the Royal Family’s insignia emblazoned upon the carriage, their expressions shifted to wary respect.
…
Inside the carriage,
A golden-haired mature woman lay on the carriage floor, her shoulder pressed against the polished wood, her slender back arched high in the air in an alluring curve that accentuated her femininity.
Her back arched pleasurably as the forceful movements of his hips met her deep and waiting c*nt, their flesh slapping together in a wet, rhythmic symphony.
Her legs were wide open, revealing her hairy c*nt completely, while Lucian sat firmly on her creamy thighs firmly, holding her legs aloft for support.
With a slight bend in his knees, he anchored himself as he thrust into her f*ckhole with relentless force, each powerful movement sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
Fwap~! Fwap~!
Lucian’s grip on her legs was both firm and possessive, keeping her in place as he drove into her p*ssy with a primal intensity that stirred a deep yearning within her.
Ooh~~ Uumm~~
Her motherly breasts jiggled enticingly with the intensity of his thrusts, each one eliciting moans and screams that echoed in the confined space of the carriage.
The wooden walls seemed to close in around them, amplifying the symphony of their passion.
Her hair spilled around her shoulders like a golden cascade, shimmering in the dim light as she surrendered completely to the moment, every ounce of her being focused on the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
The woman was in heat and her pheromones filled the air.
Lucian could feel his lust rising, his cock swelling as he plunged into her tight, wet pussy.
ahhh~ Squelch~ Uuhhnn~
Her moans and grunts mixed with his rough thrusting filled the small space, heightening the intimacy of their f*ck.
Clap~ sluch~ Fwap~
The sound of skin smacking against skin only served to amplify the already intense pleasure they both experienced.
The carriage swayed gently as they moved down the road, adding an extra layer of excitement to their lustful tryst.
Outside, leaves rustled in the wind and birds chirped merrily unaware of what was happening inside this darkened box on wheels.
Ahh~ pah~ aahhh~ puh~
She moaned, her voice rising and falling, a symphony of pleasure.
Pah~ thrust~! pah~
As Lucian thrust into her, her p*ssy clenched around his c0ck, a warm, wet vice that seemed to grip him tightly, drawing him deeper inside.
He groaned, his hands gripping her thighs, his fingernails digging into her soft, creamy skin.
“Aunt, your p*ssy is so tight!” Lucian groaned, thrusting into her even harder.
“Mmm, yes… Oooohhhhwwww… yes…! F*ck me, Lucian! F*ck me hard, my little nephew! My darling boy!”
Her words were like a drug, fueling his desire, driving him on.
The carriage rocked and swayed, its wheels grinding against the cobblestones, its windows rattling with each thrust.
Lucian could feel the climax building within him, a growing tension that seemed to coalesce in his cock.
“Your p*ssy is so good! Aunt, I’m going to c*m!”
“Yes, yes! C*m inside me, Lucian! Fill me up with your seed! Give me your babies, my darling nephew! Let me bear your children, your beautiful, strong babies!”
Spurt~ Spurt~
Her words pushed him over the edge, and with a groan, he exploded, his c0ck throbbing and pulsing as he pumped her full of his hot c*m.
Sqquuuuuiiirt~~
Aaaaahhhhhnnnn~~
She moaned and screamed as she too squirted, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his c0ck, squeezing out every last drop of his seed.
As the last shuddering wave passed, Lucian collapsed onto her, his chest heaving, his breath ragged.
They lay there for a moment, bathed in the glow of the morning sun, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding.
It was a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, a moment of pure bliss.
“Aunt, we’ve already entered the Capital city.”
“Oh! Then let me clean your d!ck before I go!” She said with a mischievous smile.
Lucian slowly stood up, took off his d!ck of her wet p*ssy and bringing his d!ck close to her mouth.
slurp~ shlurp~
She licked and sucked his c0ck, cleaning it off his c*m and her own wetness.
After a while, Lucian put on his clothes and sat back on the carriage’s bench, while his aunt tidied herself and sat beside him.
“That was an exciting f*ck, Lucian. Let’s do this again next time we’re alone!” She said while smiling mischievously.
“I’ll be sure to visit you often, auntie.”
“Good! I’m always here for you, my darling nephew.”
As the carriage wound its way through the bustling streets of the Royal Capital, Lucian couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation stirring within him.
‘I wonder how Isabella is doing,’ he mused.
He had missed her dearly during this journey, and was eager to reunite with his beloved sister.