Chapter 121. Facing the past
(Third Person POV)
Later that evening in Elvarion Fortress, after a long, heated session of breeding with some of the elf girls, Asher didn’t head to his quarters for rest. No—his body may have been exhausted, but his mind was burning to learn a thing or two from Elariel, so he followed her to her room.
He wasn’t done for the night. Not until he got what he wanted.
He needed to learn mnemomancy. And when Asher needed something, he didn’t stop until the world bent to give it to him.
The Matriarch was reluctant—visibly so. She knew how dangerous the craft was, how easily it could consume even the strongest minds. But persuasion wasn’t just about words. With Asher, it was in the way he looked at her, the way his energy demanded her attention, the way his presence lingered like a hot breath on the skin.
Eventually, she gave in.
The door shut behind them with a quiet click.
Elariel laid back on her silk sheets, still completely naked. Her long, pale legs crossed lazily, one knee draped over the other, her curves glowing under the faint light of the candle in the room.
Asher sat at the edge of her bed, unbothered by the distraction in front of him. He was used to it by now.
"You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?" she muttered with a sigh, running her fingers slowly through her long hair.
"I’m just fascinated," he said. "The books say mnemomancy isn’t just about peering into memories. It’s deeper. I could speak without words... reach into someone’s mind with telepathy... Maybe even reshape what’s real. That kind of power—I want to understand it."