Everything happened too fast. Selene's face burned with shame and panic as she shoved at Kael's chest, her arms weak and trembling. Her body had already gone soft and helpless beneath him, every push lacking any real strength.
Kael's desire roared through him like wildfire. His hands roamed without mercy, squeezing and stroking every inch of her slick skin. The salvaged rainbow silk coiled around them both, its shifting colors wrapping tight around her pale flesh, binding her arms above her head and accentuating the curve of her breasts in a way that made the sight almost too beautiful to bear.
Only when she could no longer move did Selene's gaze finally fall on the colorful strands holding her captive. Her eyes widened in surprise. "You… you didn't throw it away?"
"Why would I throw it away?" Kael answered with a crooked grin. "Took enough trouble to get it."
"You saw how that giant bird nearly killed you for it!" Selene glared at him, though her voice wavered. "It got angry because you stole its treasure."
Kael shrugged, still smiling. "Even if I tossed it, the damn thing would've been mad anyway. Besides… didn't you say you liked it?"
Selene stared at him. Her eyes suddenly grew misty, the image of him leaping off the cliff to snatch the rainbow silk flashing through her mind. That reckless, fearless leap melted into something warm and thick inside her chest, sweet as strong liquor, heavy as honey. She couldn't push the feeling away. She didn't want to.
Kael noticed the change in her. His gaze had been locked on the two soft, snow-white mounds of her breasts, but now he looked up.
Before he could speak, Selene buried her face against his broad chest, hiding her wet cheeks in the warmth of his skin. Her whole body was soaked from the mere, but the tears on her face felt different—hotter, more private.
"What's wrong?" Kael asked, freezing in place.
"Never do something that stupid again," she whispered, voice cracking. "Not even if I say I like it. Promise me."
Kael's heart eased. He murmured soft agreement, then his mouth descended on her like rain on parched earth. His hands moved with fresh hunger, roaming over her curves with wild need.
Selene stopped resisting. Her body grew even limper, but her breathing turned quick and shallow. Soft, broken whimpers slipped past her tightly bitten lips. Suddenly her head tilted back, eyes half-lidded and hazy with lust. Her full, glistening lips parted in a trembling invitation, pink and wet, begging without words.
Kael's pulse hammered in his ears. He held his breath and kissed her deeply.
It wasn't their first kiss, but this time Selene kissed him back with open hunger—the first time she had ever done so.
Their faces were so close he could see nothing but the flush on her cheeks and the shimmering moisture in her eyes. Her hot breath washed over him, telling him everything he needed to know. Blood roared through his veins. He fumbled with his belt, desperate, remembering how their last attempt had been brutally interrupted. He feared it might happen again.
In the dizzy haze, Selene felt him press close. A hard, burning length slid and nudged between her thighs. Memories of that night's pain and frenzy flooded back, and sudden nervousness made her clamp her legs together.
Kael panted like a beast, his tip already gliding against her slick folds, coated in her wetness, but he couldn't push inside. After several frantic attempts he realized she was still resisting. "Sel…" he groaned, voice low and pleading.
Seeing the frustrated look on his face, Selene's heart softened. He jumped off a cliff for me. For something I liked. And I can't even bear a little pain for him? She relaxed her thighs and subtly lifted her hips to meet him.
Kael felt his swollen head sink into soft, yielding heat—like plunging into warm, melted cream. The tight, velvety grip around him made his spine tingle with raw pleasure. With a grunt of triumph he thrust hard, driving his thick cock deep into her core in one powerful stroke. Both of them cried out at the sudden, complete joining.
Selene had braced for sharp pain, but this time it was only a brief sting mixed with a bright flash of pleasure that shot through her limbs. Her mouth fell open, gasping, her face twisted in stunned ecstasy.
Kael felt pure bliss. Her narrow passage gripped him like a slick fist, so tight he couldn't hold back. He began thrusting, deep and urgent.
Selene moaned softly beneath him, her fear melting away as pleasure built. The discomfort remained, but she realized she was starting to enjoy this—enjoy being taken by him like this. The thought made her cheeks burn crimson with fresh shame.
Kael watched her flushed, beautiful face and drove into her harder, faster. On one deep plunge his tip brushed against something soft and exquisitely tender inside her. The sensation made him hiss with delight. There it is again—her little secret spot.
He chased it relentlessly, thrusting deeper.
Selene's brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut. Her expression looked almost pained, but her sex flooded with fresh slickness, coating their bellies and thighs in sticky, glistening wetness.
Kael grew obsessed with that hidden treasure. He managed to graze it only once or twice in every ten strokes. Frustrated and eager, with no real experience to guide him, he simply gave in to raw instinct—pounding harder, pulling out and slamming back in with reckless force.
The Ancient Reed was one of the nineteen great ley-veins, pulsing with raw life. Its main stalk measured yards across, and even its branches were thick as mature trees. But Kael and Selene lay far out on a slender offshoot, seven or eight yards from the main trunk. Their increasingly violent movements made the bamboo sway dangerously.
Selene gasped in sudden fear. "We're going to fall!"
Kael ignored her. His eyes had caught how the rainbow silk had shifted, half-baring her breasts, the stiff pink peaks of her nipples pressing against the translucent strands. The sight drove him wild. He yanked the silk lower, pinning it beneath her tits, then filled his hands with the soft, heavy mounds, kneading them roughly while his hips kept slamming into her.
The branch shook harder.
"We'll fall…" Selene whimpered, terrified. She glanced at the jade waters far below and panicked, trying to scoot her hips and ass back toward the thicker part of the branch. The moment she moved, Kael's next brutal thrust struck her deepest point dead-on.
She cried out sharply, her waist buckling. Her whole body nearly slid off the bamboo.
Kael grabbed her quickly, pulling her back against him. Seeing the raw fear on her face, he softened for a moment, murmuring gentle words and stroking her hair.
"No… not here…" Selene protested, voice shaky with shame and lingering shock. The force of that last stroke had left her lower body numb and tingling. Deep inside, something twitched wildly, and an embarrassing urge to pee swept through her. She clenched desperately to hold it back.
"Don't move!" Kael ordered, his face stern.
Selene stared at him, stunned. In that moment he carried an undeniable authority that made her insides tremble with strange excitement.
Kael glanced around, then seized her slender legs and spread them wide, hooking each one over neighboring thinner branches. The position left her completely open and lewd, her dripping sex fully exposed and vulnerable.
Selene let him arrange her without resistance, soft and pliant. The shameless pose felt wicked and filthy, yet it sent a dark thrill through her she had never known. Her mind spun. I've always bossed him around… when did it turn around like this?
Kael climbed over her again and resumed his savage rhythm. Each thrust buried him to the hilt. His thick, burning cock pistoned through her soft, creamy folds like a red-hot iron rod, dragging out strands of clear nectar that quickly turned milky and thick, splattering messily with every stroke.
The bamboo branch swayed violently now, leaves rattling as if caught in a storm. Selene no longer cared. She wrapped her bound wrists around Kael's neck and surrendered to the crashing waves of pleasure tearing through her nerves.
After countless deep strokes, Kael finally began to map the exact location of that elusive little treasure deep inside her. It sat unusually low and seemed to dodge and slip away whenever his cock brushed it.
"Cunning little thing," he thought with dark amusement. He changed his angle, turning straight thrusts into deep, scooping digs. The results were immediate. Six or seven out of every ten strokes now hooked and rubbed against her hidden core.
Selene's reaction turned wild. Her suppressed moans rose into sharp, broken cries. Her snow-white body tensed and quivered, her slim waist arching and writhing like a shrimp tossed in boiling oil.
Kael watched her lose control, drunk on the sight. He fucked her without mercy, using his cock like a plow, digging deeper and faster. Suddenly Selene let out a soul-stirring wail. His tip sank into something impossibly soft and slick, the entire head lodging in a secret hollow. The sensation nearly made him spill right then.
Selene's face twisted. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. Her body froze rigid, terrified to move.
Kael groaned in pure ecstasy. A slight shift of his hips made the walls inside that nest ripple with tiny, soft nodules that sucked and caressed his cockhead. Pleasure so intense it weakened his bones.
Deep in a woman's sex lay a place called the Jade Vault—also known as the restless stone or the hidden cradle—nestled just past the flower heart, shaped like a soft pocket meant to gather seed for the womb. But Selene's was different. Hers sat unusually shallow and plump, with walls that could curl and cradle, perfectly concealing her most sensitive core. It was an exceedingly rare treasure, recorded in ancient texts as the Bashful Bloom.
Because her flower heart and this vault nourished and protected each other, both were hypersensitive. The spot stayed well-hidden, almost impossible for ordinary men to reach. It made conception difficult, but when a man with the right gifts finally claimed it, the pleasure for both became devastating.
Their first frantic coupling had been too rushed; Kael had finished without ever discovering it. But this time, with his unusually large size and persistent exploration, he had finally unearthed the prize. His cockhead rested squarely in that secret cradle—soft as warm fat, slick as precious ointment. The sensation defied description.
Selene felt an overwhelming mix of swelling pressure, aching numbness, and a maddening itch that made her both terrified and desperately craving. She didn't know what to do with the feeling.
Kael could no longer hold back. He began moving again, but carefully now—short, shallow strokes that kept his swollen head nestled safely inside the heavenly pocket, refusing to let it slip out.
The branch continued to sway beneath them, the jade waters of the mere glittering far below, but neither of them cared anymore.
Selene convulsed in Kael's arms.
The hidden cradle deep inside her tried to close again, tightening around the swollen crown of him like a living fist. The pressure became unbearable—aching, hot, almost painful—and yet so intoxicating that her mind began to blur at the edges.
Her belly clenched hard.
For one terrified instant, she thought she was about to lose control of her bladder.
She bit down on her lip and tried to hold it back.
She failed.
A thin stream of warm slickness spilled from her trembling depths and ran down along Kael's shaft.
Kael shuddered violently.
The moment her release coated him, something inside his body snapped taut.
His heartbeat thundered.
He looked down in alarm.
"Again…" he rasped.
The exposed base of his manhood had turned red-hot, almost glowing in the moonlit rainbow haze. Thick veins rose along the length of it like coiling serpents beneath steel-hard flesh.
It was happening again.
The same monstrous transformation he had experienced before.
Only this time it felt even stronger.
"What in the hells…" Kael muttered hoarsely. "Why does this always happen right at the end?"
He had no answer.
Before he could think further, his length swelled again.
Another brutal half inch.
Selene cried out as the expansion forced her sensitive inner flesh wider.
Her eyes rolled back.
The hidden cradle was struck so deeply and so violently that her entire body went limp for a heartbeat—
then seized.
Her walls clamped around him in frantic spasms.
Her release erupted in waves.
She screamed his name as pleasure ripped through her body so hard it felt like dying.
"Kael—!"
Her climax hit with such force that she nearly blacked out.
Kael felt her trembling around him, felt the torrent of heat and slickness flooding over him, and that was the final blow to his self-control.
He drove into her several desperate times.
Then broke.
He spilled deep inside her in violent pulses.
His release slammed into her hidden core again and again, overflowing her sensitive depths until it leaked back out around him.
Selene's body arched so hard she nearly slipped from his arms.
The hidden cradle inside her had already been impossibly sensitive.
Now it was overwhelmed.
Flooded.
Claimed.
Every pulse of him sent another shockwave through her.
Her mind shattered into white light.
Kael had almost no experience with women.
He understood none of what was happening.
He only knew that Selene felt better than reason itself.
All restraint vanished.
He forgot tenderness.
Forgot caution.
Forgot everything except the maddening need to keep taking.
He ground harder.
Thrust deeper.
Chased every trembling cry from her lips like a starving man devouring a feast.
Selene shook helplessly in his arms, her body melting against him as if her bones had turned to water.
Their joining had become a dripping mess of heat and slickness.
The branch beneath them creaked and swayed.
Still they did not stop.
—
Neither of them knew how much time passed before exhaustion finally dragged them back to reality.
Selene hung limply in his embrace.
Her arms were still looped around his neck, but the rest of her had gone boneless.
Her legs had slipped free from the surrounding branches and now dangled helplessly through the emerald leaves.
Moonlight and rainbow glow painted her pale skin in shifting colors.
One delicate foot poked through the bamboo leaves.
A trembling bead of cloudy fluid clung to her toes before slowly falling into the waters far below.
Kael stared.
His breathing gradually slowed.
Selene looked utterly ruined.
Her hair clung damply to her forehead.
Her lips were swollen from kissing.
Her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused.
She looked like a woman whose soul had been stolen.
His chest tightened with affection.
He leaned forward and kissed her flushed cheek.
"Sel…"
She slowly returned to herself.
The moment she saw him clearly, her eyes widened.
Then immediately shut again.
Her entire face burned red.
"Selene…" Kael whispered. "Are you alright?"
She said nothing.
How was she supposed to answer that?
Her body still trembled in aftershocks.
But despite her embarrassment—
despite everything—
the happiness on her face could not be hidden.
Kael grinned like an idiot.
He began kissing her again.
Her forehead.
Her eyelashes.
Her nose.
Her lips.
Every inch he could reach.
"Bring me my clothes," Selene whispered weakly.
Her voice was softer than mosquito wings.
Kael blinked.
"Later."
He had rushed straight to the main event earlier.
Now that his head was clear, he suddenly realized there were many other parts of her body he had yet to fully appreciate.
His gaze slowly drifted downward.
Selene immediately realized what he was doing.
"You shameless beast!"
Her face turned even redder.
Only then did she notice the marks left by the rainbow bindings across her pale skin.
Yet strangely—
she wasn't angry.
Kael kissed the red marks gently.
His hands wandered.
His expression remained thoroughly indecent.
"My body hurts," Selene said hurriedly, desperately trying to invent excuses.
That finally made Kael pause.
He looked around, intending to carry her back down to shore.
Then something above them caught his eye.
Far above.
High in the crown of the Ancient Reed.
A massive dark shape sat hidden among the upper branches.
Kael narrowed his eyes.
"What is that?"
Selene blinked.
"What?"
He pointed upward.
She looked.
Then froze.
"It looks like… a nest?"
Kael stared.
Even from this distance it looked enormous.
That meant the real size had to be absurd.
Then he noticed something else.
The rainbow.
It seemed to be originating from somewhere above.
His curiosity ignited instantly.
"We're going up."
Before Selene could protest, he scooped her into his arms.
Then launched upward through the towering branches.
Selene let out a shriek.
"I'm naked!"
She was still wrapped in nothing but the thin rainbow silk.
Cold wind rushed over her bare skin.
Her face burned with humiliation.
Kael laughed.
"There's nobody here."
He leapt upward branch after branch.
"Kael!" she cried. "Hadrian warned us not to go near the Ancient Reed!"
"That man enjoys hearing himself sound important."
Kael snorted.
"We've been here this whole time and nothing happened."
That only made Selene more helpless.
Eventually she gave up protesting.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
Pressed herself into his chest.
Listened to the wind roaring past them.
And realized—
to her own horror—
that she loved this madness in him.
Absolutely loved it.
A small smile touched her lips.
Then, when Kael wasn't looking—
she secretly licked his chest.
Kael never noticed.
He was too focused on reaching the top.
At last—
they arrived.
He landed inside the massive structure.
And froze.
It truly was a nest.
A colossal one.
And the moment they entered—
they were engulfed in rainbow light.
Colors flooded over them in endless waves.
It felt like stepping into a dream.
Kael stared in disbelief.
"What in the hells…"
Then Selene pointed suddenly.
"There!"
Kael turned.
And saw it.
A mirror leaned against one side of the nest.
It was as large as a wagon wheel.
Its frame was embedded with strange gemstones.
Ancient Ward-Script rotated around it in faint glowing circles.
And from its surface—
rainbows poured endlessly into the sky.
They began as thin beams of light.
Then expanded into massive arcs across the heavens.
Kael's jaw dropped.
"What kind of treasure creates solid rainbows?"
Selene stared at it in stunned silence.
Then whispered—
"I think… I may know."
She squinted.
Then quickly said, "Move us somewhere darker. My eyes hurt."
Kael carried her to the edge of the nest where the rainbow glow was weaker.
The moment he set her down, he demanded—
"You know what it is?"
Selene hesitated.
"I'm not certain."
Then she said quietly—
"My mother once told me about an ancient divine relic."
Kael leaned forward.
"What relic?"
"The Sevenfold Prismatic Mirror."
Kael went still.
Selene continued.
"It can weave rainbow light into physical form."
Her eyes moved toward the rainbow silk still wrapped around her naked body.
"And its reverse side was said to destroy gods and annihilate saints."
Kael stared at the mirror.
Then stared harder.
"That sounds exactly like this thing."
He rose and began walking toward it.
Selene's eyes widened.
"What are you doing?"
Kael ignored her.
He reached out.
Touched the mirror—
"AHHH!"
He screamed and yanked his hand back.
Selene rushed over immediately.
She grabbed his hand.
His fingertips were burned red.
Her expression filled with worry.
Without thinking, she lowered her lips and gently sucked his injured fingers.
Kael nearly forgot the pain.
His eyes widened.
"The mirror shocked me!"
Selene glared at him.
"If that truly is the Sevenfold Prismatic Mirror, why would you touch it without understanding its restrictions first?"
Kael looked sheepish.
"It's that dangerous?"
She continued examining his hand.
"Does anything else hurt?"
Kael paused.
"Just a strange sensation."
"What kind?"
"It felt like lightning entered my body."
He frowned.
"For a moment…I think my heart stopped."
Selene smacked his shoulder.
"You deserved it."
Kael laughed weakly.
Then his curiosity returned.
"So where did this thing come from?"
Selene's expression grew distant.
"Thousands of years ago…"
"There was a war."
"A war between the divine armies of the Empyrean Throne and the demon god Xinthar."
Kael listened in fascination.
Selene continued.
"Among Xinthar's forces was a queen-general named Lady Valdris."
"She was said to be terrifying beyond measure."
"Countless divine champions died fighting her."
"And one of her greatest weapons…"
She looked toward the mirror.
"…was the Sevenfold Prismatic Mirror."
Kael swallowed hard.
"What happened to her?"
"She was eventually slain."
"After countless divine powers joined forces against her."
"The one who delivered the final blow was the Ninefold Heavens Maiden."
Selene's gaze darkened.
"But the mirror vanished after that battle."
Kael looked back at the artifact.
A dead demon queen had once wielded this.
And now it sat here.
Forgotten.
Waiting.
"That's insane…" he muttered.
Selene folded her arms.
"Do not underestimate the old monsters of history."
She looked toward the distant heavens.
"First there was Xinthar."
"Then others rose."
"And later…"
Her voice softened.
"The Wandering Fox."
Kael's body stiffened.
He turned sharply.
"The Wandering Fox?"
Selene blinked at his reaction.
"Of course I know the name."
"He's one of the most infamous rogue figures in the last thousand years."
"They say he shook all three realms."
"Even the heavens feared him."
Kael's heartbeat quickened.
Something deep inside him stirred.
A strange instinct.
An unexplainable pull.
"What else do you know about him?"
Selene shook her head.
"Not much."
"Master hated hearing his name."
"No one in the Covenant talks about him."
Kael frowned.
"Why?"
Selene opened her mouth.
Then stopped herself.
"…never mind."
Kael drifted into silence.
His thoughts spiraled.
Why did hearing that name feel so familiar?
Why did it make his blood react?
Before he could chase the thought—
Selene suddenly pointed across the nest.
"Kael."
Her voice sharpened.
He turned.
Her face had gone pale.
"There."
Kael followed her gaze—
and saw two enormous objects hidden in shadow.