Desire Dominion: Every Woman Has A Weakness. He Is Theirs

A strong concussive wave blasted through Aethermoor Academy’s street, followed by dancing leaves.

Debris rained from Saintess Lilith’s tower as black glows swirled at its front like a black hole.

Water dripped softly in the background as Saintess Lilith stood under her shower.

Levi’s mark on her skin pulsed harshly the moment she closed her eyes, brushed the sponge on her neck, and forced her eyes open. "What did I just feel?"

Hot gasps flashed out of her mouth and nose when she lowered her gaze to her left shoulder and squinted at the dotted sigil. "Is he..."

The gold sponge slipped off her fingers as the mark glowed harshly and sent pain rattling through her body.

Sweet citrus air lingered at her back as she rushed out of the shower with foamy soap on her skin. "I need to inform Lyra and Clara that he is not dead."

Soft skin claps echoed from behind her as her cheeks bounced with every step.

Her dress rustled as she hurriedly put on her white prayer gown, nearly breaking her shoulder bone. ’Master is still alive, despite what Mia, the Lust Goddess’s daughter, stated earlier.’

A gust of wind pushed past her door when she shoved it open. Her skin glowed as the crystal moon’s rays spasmed on her body, letting her reflect like the morning star.

Metal clicks echoed from behind her when Saintess Lilith dashed past her two guards, who were leaning against the tower’s wall, asleep.

Loud snores exploded from the guards when Saintess Lilith vanished from their sight and headed straight to the Academy’s headquarters.

Just as the two guards snapped their eyes open and pushed themselves to their feet, a sharp energy spear reeled out of the swirling black glow and pierced through their chests.

Blood leaked out of their fallen bodies as they scrambled back to the floor, dead.

...

Strands of silver hair waved behind Lyra Ashveil as she lay on her bed in the Battle Mage’s tower. ’Why is Master’s mark on my skin suddenly sending heat through my body?’

Her huge breasts bounced on her chest as she lay there watching the ceiling and breathing calmly. ’It stopped pulsing three weeks ago. Why now?’

Her heart pounded twice against her ribcage when the mark on her inner thighs glowed, brightening the room. ’Maybe he is...’

Her eyes widened as joy flashed through her mind. ’That cannot be possible.’

The bedsheet beneath her crumpled as she pushed her naked self up and sat on the bed, panting. ’The witch said he died when he entered.’

Black oval leaves drifted through the air and clicked against her closed crystal window, drawing her attention in a second.

Goosebumps flushed across Lyra’s skin when she shifted her gaze to the window with a wide sigh. ’Or she lied to us...’

Faint bone cracks echoed from her as she clenched her arms. The metal edges of the bed groaned when she pushed herself off the frame and placed her feet on the chilled floor. "I have to inform Saintess Lilith that he might be alive."

Just as she put on her moonlight-blue lewd combat suit and rushed out, the black leaves crashed through her window and pierced the bed at the exact place her silhouette had been printed.

...

Faint sobs echoed from the top freshman student’s tower when the rays of the crystal moon splashed on its roof.

Strands of brown hair danced behind Clara Fontaine as she sat in her bathtub, crying heavily. "So that was it?"

Beads of water splashed on her face when she slammed her palms into the bath. Splash!

"So that was a goodbye, Master?"

A subtle strain popped in her joints as the dotted mark on her chin pulsed harshly. "You left without even giving me much of your seed so I can bear your children?"

Bubbles rose up from the water as she lowered her back in, letting it cover her from head to toe. ’I cannot live without seeing you, Master.’

Her vision hazed as a bunch of the water seeped into her mouth, choking her.

Loud metal bangs blasted in her tower as Saintess Lilith stopped right at the entrance and began slamming her fist hard on the door. "Clara! Clara! Clara!"

Debris rained down off the walls when golden glows began erupting from Saintess Lilith’s body and snaked into the heaving door.

The door tore open when Saintess Lilith closed her eyes and slammed her right fist hard at its center.

A wave of chilled air spasmed in the tower’s hallway when she rushed inside with a sweat-filled face.

"Clara, where are you?"

Faint dust followed her as the hems of her white prayer gown swept on the floor.

Saintess Lilith stopped right at the center of Clara’s bedroom. "Where could she possibly be?"

Her huge hips and breasts bounced as she tilted her body in all directions.

A huge glob of saliva snaked down her throat when she caught a glimpse of water at the base of a door beside the bed. ’Can she be in that room?’

A cold shiver ran down her back as she walked softly toward the door. ’There is only one way to find out.’

Saintess Lilith tore the door open and stepped inside with a wild gaze. "CLARA!"

...

Long shadows stretched on the streets as night air drifted through the alleyways like restless souls.

Footsteps echoed as Mimi, a red-haired lady, walked lackadaisically on the street like a drunkard. Her ass wobbled when she slammed herself against the walls of a blue tower and laughed heavily. "We are waiting for you, Levi. Your daughter and I."

Her eyebrows fluttered as she brushed her palms on her slightly swollen belly. "Daddy will come soon, baby. Keep calm."

Dust puffed from beneath her boots as she pushed herself off the wall and continued walking toward her tower.

She paused when a silver glow pulsed in the distance. "What am I seeing?"

Her cloth rustled as she planted her palms at her hourglass waist and squinted at the light.

Loud boot slams blasted her ears as the silver light drew closer.

Strands of silver hair flapped on Lyra Ashveil’s back when she spotted Mimi from a distance. ’Was she also one of Master’s?’

She slowed her steps, but ended up barreling into Mimi, causing both of them to fall to the ground.

Just as their huge assets smacked against the chilled floor, three blasting light spears flew above their heads and blasted against the blue tower.

Hot beads of sweat lingered on Lyra’s face when she blinked at the smoking tower’s wall and at Mimi’s face. ’That was close...’