The Starlance soared through the void, its starfire runes glowing as it chased the faint rift signatures left by Mira Tselvar and the Starheart. The ship's bridge hummed with tension, the twin moons of Elyndor fading behind as Aeltharion's skyline vanished into the cosmic expanse. King Zevryn Thaloryn stood at the command console, his white hair loose, his violet eyes scanning holo-displays of rift patterns. His obsidian armor gleamed, his silver tattoos pulsing with starfire, a testament to his dual kingship over Aeltharion and Varenthia. Beneath his armor, his royal dick—more veiny, an extra inch longer—stirred with a restless energy, though his mind was fixed on the hunt. Mira's escape through a stable rift had broadened the chase to a galactic scale, threatening both empires with the Starheart's instability.Lysara Veyne worked at a nearby console, her shadowweave armor shimmering, her dark hair tied back, her amber eyes focused on the rift data. Her shadow magic probed the signatures, syncing with Selene Mirath's star charts. "The rift leads to the Kalthar System," Lysara said, her voice steady, their recent passion a foundation for their partnership. "It's a lawless cluster—smugglers, mercenaries, and worse. Mira's likely seeking allies to harness the Starheart's power."Zevryn's political intelligence kicked in, his mind mapping the Kalthar System's dangers and opportunities. "She'll need resources to stabilize the artifact," he growled, his voice a kingly command. "We'll intercept her there. Selene, chart the fastest course—Lysara, prepare the dragon riders for combat." Selene nodded, her golden hair loose, her starry eyes flicking to the charts, while Lysara's shadow magic flared, signaling the riders.But the chase weighed heavily on Zevryn, the pressure of dual kingship and the Starheart's threat gnawing at him. He retreated to his private quarters for a moment of solitude, the chamber a stark contrast to the bridge—obsidian walls, a single starlit window, a bed of silks. The tension in his body was unbearable, his royal dick throbbing with a need he couldn't ignore. He shed his armor, his muscular frame tense, his tattoos glowing faintly as he sat, his hand wrapping around his veiny cock, its extra inch a testament to his kingly power.He stroked himself, his movements slow at first, then urgent, his starfire flaring as he imagined Lysara—her amber eyes, her dripping pussy, the way she'd screamed during their last fuck. The memory drove him to the edge, his cum spilling over his hand, thick and hot. Without thinking, he brought his fingers to his lips, tasting the cum—a mix of salt and starfire, vaguely tasty, a surprising discovery that stirred a flicker of curiosity in him. He wiped his hand, adjusting his armor, the moment a private release, his focus returning to the hunt with renewed clarity.Back on the bridge, Selene reported a lead. "The rift signature stabilizes near Kalthar's moon, Voryn," she said, her voice urgent. "It's a smuggler's den—known for black-market tech. Mira's likely there." Zevryn nodded, his violet eyes hardening. "We land at dusk," he ordered, his voice a thunderclap. "No mistakes."The Starlance descended onto Voryn, a desolate moon of crimson sands and jagged spires, its surface dotted with makeshift markets and smuggler dens. The air was thick with dust, the sky a haze of violet and red. Zevryn led the assault, Lysara and the dragon riders at his side, their celestial dragons growling softly, their scales shimmering. The smuggler den—a sprawling compound of rusted metal and flickering lights—was heavily guarded, mercenaries wielding plasma cannons at every entrance.Zevryn's starfire sword ignited, his tattoos blazing as he charged, his dragon riders flanking him. "For Aeltharion and Varenthia!" he roared, his blade slashing through a mercenary's armor, blood spraying as the man collapsed, the stench of charred flesh rising. Lysara's shadow magic joined the fray, tendrils crushing a cannon, snapping the gunner's spine, blood pooling as she moved with lethal grace, her amber eyes locked on the compound's heart.They fought their way inside, the interior a maze of crates and tech, the Starheart's energy pulsing faintly. Mira stood at the center, her ash-blonde hair wild, her green eyes wide with defiance, the Starheart glowing in her hands. Beside her was the hooded figure from the Rift Market—revealed as Kaelith Varn, a Noctarys exile and Varn's brother, his scarred face twisted with hatred. "You'll never take it," Mira sneered, her voice amplified by the artifact, as Kaelith drew a shadowsteel blade, its edge crackling with dark energy.Zevryn lunged, his starfire sword clashing with Kaelith's blade, sparks flying as their magics collided—starfire against shadowsteel. Lysara tackled Mira, her shadow magic wrapping around the thief's wrists, pinning her, but the Starheart pulsed, a rift opening beneath them, its edges warping time. Mira and Kaelith vanished through it, the portal snapping shut, leaving Zevryn and Lysara reeling, the Starheart's energy lingering in the air."Damn it," Zevryn growled, his starfire flaring, his tattoos glowing as he sheathed his sword. Lysara touched his arm, her amber eyes fierce. "We're closer," she said, her voice a vow, her shadow magic calming him. "We'll find them." Zevryn nodded, his violet eyes burning with resolve, his royal dick stirring at her touch, though he restrained it, the hunt their priority.Selene reported from the Starlance, her starry eyes wide via holo-comm. "The rift leads to the Umbralis System," she said, her voice urgent. "It's a rival kingdom—they'll use the Starheart against us." Zevryn's dual kingship now faced a new threat, the betrayal arc escalating as Mira and Kaelith sought allies in a hostile realm, the Starheart's power a ticking bomb.
