Chapter 7 - The Temple of Blood and Lust

The core temple of Aeltharion loomed like a cosmic cathedral, its obsidian spires piercing the void, their tips glowing with starfire runes that pulsed in rhythm with the twin moons of Elyndor. Inside, the air thrummed with ancient magic, the Starheart's presence a tangible weight that drew Zevryn Thaloryn like a predator to prey. Known as the Prince of Blood, Zevryn's white hair was streaked with the crimson of his enemies, his violet eyes blazing with a mix of fury and cunning. His muscular frame was clad in repaired obsidian armor, the silver tattoos on his chest glowing with starfire, a testament to his lineage and power. His cock—bigger than any man's, a tool to satisfy anyone—throbbed with the same hunger that drove his political mind, a mind now calculating every move to secure the Starheart and crush Varn.Lysara Veyne stood at his side, her shadowweave armor clinging to her curves, her dark hair a midnight cascade, her amber eyes sharp with anticipation. Their alcove encounter had left her pussy dripping with need, the taste of Zevryn's blood and cum still lingering on her tongue from their frenzied licking and slurping. She admired his political intelligence—how he'd secured Torin and Rhydian's loyalty through calculated sex with men, a sacrifice for Aeltharion—but her jealousy fueled a desire to reclaim him, to be fucked by the Prince of Blood with the intensity he reserved for her.Selene Mirath had guided them here, her golden hair tied back, her starry eyes wide as she clutched a star chart. "Varn's inside," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The Starheart's chamber is at the temple's heart, but… something's wrong. The stars—they're screaming."Zevryn's smirk was cold, his political mind already mapping the battlefield. "Varn thinks he can outsmart me," he said, his voice a low growl. "He's about to learn what a Prince of Blood can do." He turned to Lysara, his hand gripping her chin, pulling her into a brutal kiss, biting her lip until blood welled, which he licked and slurped with a hungry moan. "Stay close, princess. We fuck as hard as we fight."Lysara's smile was feral, her shadow magic coiling as she licked his jaw, slurping his sweat. "Then let's make him bleed," she purred, her pussy aching for him.The temple's interior was a labyrinth of crystal corridors, the walls etched with prophecies that glowed with starfire light. Zevryn led the way, his dragon riders forming a perimeter, their celestial dragons growling softly. The air grew heavier as they approached the Starheart's chamber, the ancient artifact's power a siren call. But Varn had prepared an ambush—shadow mages and Noctarys soldiers loyal to him blocked the path, their shadowsteel weapons crackling with dark energy.Zevryn's starfire sword blazed to life, his tattoos glowing as he charged, his political intelligence guiding his strategy. "Flank left!" he roared to his riders, knowing Varn's forces would focus on him, leaving an opening. He cleaved through a shadow mage, the man's scream cut short as his body turned to ash, blood spraying across Zevryn's face. He licked it off his lips, slurping the crimson with a savage grin, his cock hardening at the taste of battle. Another soldier lunged, shadowsteel aimed at his heart, but Zevryn sidestepped, driving his sword through the man's skull, brains and blood splattering the floor. He bent down, licking the blood from the corpse's neck, drinking the juices as his starfire flared, his brutality a message to Varn.Lysara fought beside him, her shadow magic a deadly dance, tendrils crushing a soldier's chest, blood gushing as she leaned in, slurping the crimson from his shattered ribs, her amber eyes locked on Zevryn. "You're a fucking beast," she growled, her pussy dripping as she watched him fight, her shadow magic amplifying her arousal.They reached the Starheart's chamber, a vast dome of crystal and light, the artifact—a glowing orb of starfire and void—floating at the center, its power radiating in waves. Councilor Varn stood before it, a tall man of fifty with a shaved head and a scar across his face, his shadowsteel staff glowing with dark runes. "You're too late, prince," Varn sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "The Starheart is mine, and Noctarys will rise under my rule."Zevryn's laugh was a thunderclap, his political mind seeing through Varn's arrogance. "You've overplayed your hand, Varn," he said, stepping forward, his starfire sword blazing. "You think Noctarys will follow a traitor? I've already secured the Council—your allies are mine." His intelligence shone as he gestured to Lysara, who had sent a shadow tendril to signal their dragon riders, cutting off Varn's escape.Varn roared, his shadow magic erupting, dark tendrils lashing out, but Zevryn was faster, his starfire burning through the shadows, his blade slashing across Varn's chest, blood spraying like a fountain. Varn screamed, swinging his staff, but Lysara intervened, her shadows wrapping around his legs, snapping bones with a sickening crunch. Zevryn drove his sword through Varn's shoulder, pinning him to the crystal floor, blood pooling beneath him. "You die here," Zevryn growled, leaning down to lick the blood from Varn's cheek, slurping it with a savage moan, his cock throbbing with the thrill of victory.Lysara joined him, her tongue tracing Varn's wounds, slurping the blood as she bit into his neck, drinking the juices with a hungry moan. "For Noctarys," she whispered, her shadow magic flaring as she drove a shadowsteel dagger into Varn's heart, his body jerking once before going still, blood soaking the floor.The Starheart pulsed, its power surging, but the battle had ignited Zevryn and Lysara's hunger. Zevryn grabbed her, pulling her into a brutal kiss, biting her lip, licking and slurping the blood as their tongues clashed. "I need to fuck you," he growled, his dick—bigger than any man's, a tool to satisfy anyone—straining against his armor, harder than it had been with Torin or Rhydian, his passion for Lysara unmatched.Lysara tore at his armor, her pussy dripping as she freed his cock, her hands stroking the massive length, licking the pre-cum, slurping it with a moan. "Fuck me like the Prince of Blood," she demanded, her voice raw as she dropped to her knees, sucking him deep, her throat taking his size, biting the base, drinking his juices with a greedy slurp. Zevryn groaned, his starfire flaring, his hands pulling her hair as he fucked her mouth, cum spilling down her throat, which she drank with a savage hunger.He lifted her, tearing her shadowweave to expose her cunt, dripping and swollen, and plunged into her with a force that made her scream, his massive cock stretching her, fucking her harder than he'd ever fucked anyone, his passion for her a wildfire. "You're mine," he growled, biting her neck, licking the blood, slurping her sweat as he thrust deep, her pussy clenching around him. She clawed his back, licking his wounds, slurping his blood as they fucked amidst Varn's corpse, their magic colliding in a blaze of light and shadow.Lysara came with a scream, her juices flooding over his cock, and Zevryn leaned down, licking her cunt, slurping her cum, biting her thighs, drinking every drop as she trembled. He came inside her, his cum mixing with her juices, and they collapsed, licking and slurping each other's faces, drinking the mingled blood and sweat, their hunger insatiable.The Starheart pulsed, its power now within reach, but outside, Mira Tselvar slipped into the temple, her ash-blonde hair hidden, her green eyes fixed on the chamber. The nineteen-year-old thief had evaded the dragon riders, her stolen holo-map guiding her. She saw the carnage—and Zevryn and Lysara's raw passion—and knew the Starheart was her chance, even if it meant facing the Prince of Blood.