A Journey That Changed The World

Archer looked a Nemuia and answered. ”I guess the Darkthorne Empire isn’t hostile to me, but won’t stop fighting?”

The red-skinned beauty nodded. ”That’s correct, which means we can fight even more. Would that be fine?”

”You’re a strange woman, but yes, I’m down for fighting again,” he responded, chuckling. ”Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Nemuia. I hope to see you again.”

When the young woman heard this, she quickly smirked. ”Hurry up and fight us, handsome, I want to see how to command your soldiers.”

After speaking, the Demoness flew off and vanished into the distance, thanks to her speed, causing him to laugh. Once she was gone, he teleported to the fortress where Elara, Brooke, Lucrezia, Valariana, and Aeliana were waiting.

The Monster Monarchs patrolled the area while Elara was organizing the soldiers. Brooke was lying on the bed sleeping as the blonde Mosasaur woman watched the landscape in case any more enemy armies appeared.

”Hey Luce,” he greeted the beautiful woman. ”how have things been over here?”

”Boring but peaceful,” she replied, giggling. ”I’m going to head back. Demetra and I are helping Teuila with the baby, her pains have been increasing as the days go by.”

Archer looked concerned, but Lucrezia waved his worry away. ”Stop panicking over them, they are in one of those moods again, so don’t rock the boat.”

”I understand,” he chuckled. ”I’ll head back to Draconia soon, I have to check on the Deepsea Mining Platforms.”

The blonde’s face lit up at his words, her red eyes sparkling. She surged forward, enveloping him in a fierce, heartfelt embrace, her arms squeezing tightly as if to anchor the moment that caught him off guard.

Before stepping back, she pressed a fleeting, soft kiss to his cheek. Lucrezia gave him a playful wink. She vanished, retreating to the Domain, leaving only the faintest trace of her presence in the air.

Now alone, Archer let out a quiet breath, the weight of the moment settling over him. He eased himself onto a wooden bench and got comfortable. Reaching into his Item Box, he pulled out a dark, heavy bottle of ale.

He popped the cork with a flick, the sharp, earthy scent of the brew rising to meet him. As he took a deep swig, the ale’s fiery kick seared his throat, a blend crafted specifically for dragons, far stronger than any mortal brew.

The burn was both punishing and exhilarating, spreading warmth through his chest. He leaned back, gazing at the horizon where the sun dipped low, painting the sky in vibrant hues of pink and violet.

Archer watched as the clouds drifted, their edges gilded by the dying light, and a gentle breeze carried the distant scent of pine and wildflowers. Another sip, another burn, and his thoughts wandered.

‘Seraphina and her damned ale,’ he mused, a wry smile tugging at his lips. ‘This stuff’s going to ruin me.’

He found the brew addictive, no question, its bold, smoky flavor laced with just a hint of something sweet, like honey. It wasn’t just the taste, though; it was the way it grounded him, tethering his wandering mind to the present.

Each gulp was a reminder of the fiery dragoness who’d gifted him dozens of bottles, her laughter echoing in his memory like a melody. He tilted it, watching the liquid catch the light as he swirled it.

The world felt quieter now, the chaos of the day fading into the beauty of the sunset. For a moment, he let himself simply be alone but not lonely, the ale a steady companion as the sky burned brighter than the drink in his hand.

Archer savored the moment when a portal opened, revealing Nyx, the Chaos Dragon, with her warm smile radiant. He rose quickly, enveloping her in a tight embrace that caught her by surprise.

“Greetings, my love,” she murmured, her smile deepening. “I’ve missed you dearly.”

Grinning, Archer sank back into his chair, pulling Nyx onto his lap. The Dragoness nestled against him as he replied. ”I’ve missed you too, it’s good to see you and now I can pamper you for a while.”

She shivered with delight, leaning up to kiss him passionately. He returned the gesture, his hands roaming her body, igniting her excitement. Caught in the moment, she guided his hand beneath her panties.

Nyx’s breath hitched as his touch sent sparks through her. She pressed herself closer, her big boobs squashed against his as a soft growl of pleasure escaping her lips. Archer’s eyes locked onto hers, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he sensed her growing lust.

The air around them crackled with their combined lust.

”Missed me that much, huh?” he teased, his voice low, fingers rubbing her wet clit, making her squirm in his lap.

Nyx’s red and yellow eyes gleamed with mischief, her tail curling around his leg possessively. ”You have no idea,” she purred, nipping at his jaw before capturing his lips again, deeper this time, her claws grazing his shoulders.

She trembled as Archer’s fingers continued their slow dance along her wet pussy. Her body arched into his touch, the sensation overwhelming, earning him an erotic moan. ”Mmmmmghh~~.”

The air grew thick with her breathless groans, each one spurring him on as he watched her unravel in his lap. ”Archer…” she gasped, her voice a mix of plea and pleasure, her hips rocking instinctively against his hand.

Her eyes, glowing with chaotic energy, fluttered half-closed, but never left his. He leaned in, kissing the curve of her neck, his lips grazing her sensitive skin, amplifying her shudders as the two of them enjoyed each other.

”Like that, love?” he murmured.

Archer’s free hand slid up her back, tracing her spine, knowing exactly how to push her further into bliss. Nyx’s response was a low, throaty growl, her tail tightening around his leg as she pressed herself closer, lost in the waves of pleasure.

Following that, he continued pleasuring the Dragoness before casting a Cosmic Shield over the balcony they were on. This hid them from any wandering eyes, and he finished up by casting Time Warp.

The two of them made passionate love there as Nyx could withstand the thrusting thanks to being a dragon. By the time they finished, the white-haired woman was lying on his chest, smiling.

Archer was playing with her twitching ear, causing the Dragoness to fully relax as her tail swayed side to side. He looked down while speaking. ”That was amazing, we need to have sex more.”

”I agree,” she responded, nodding. ”I love it, but sometimes my kitty hurts if you’ve gone super rough.”

Nyx’s sultry chuckle mingled with his low laugh, their shared warmth a quiet anchor in the charged moment. Her body, still pressed close from their earlier intensity, gradually softened, her breathing slowing as she nestled against his chest.

Exhaustion from her journey through the portal seemed to catch up, and soon, her head lolled gently against his shoulder, her soft snores barely audible over the faint hum of the night.

Archer’s arms tightened around her instinctively, cradling the Chaos Dragon as she slept, her scales glinting faintly under the starlight. His gaze drifted upward to the vast, velvet expanse of the sky.

A cascade of shooting stars streaked across the heavens, their fleeting trails painting the darkness with fleeting silver. The sight stirred something deep within him—a quiet awe that never dulled, no matter how many nights he spent in Thrylos.

His lips curved into a soft, contented smile, and he murmured under his breath. ”I’ll never get bored of this place. It’s too damn beautiful.”

The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers. His fingers absently traced the edge of her wing, careful not to wake her, as he let the moment sink in, the weight of her in his lap, the rhythm of her breathing, and the endless dance of stars above.

Archer’s eyelids grew heavy, the mesmerizing dance of shooting stars lulling him into a gentle drowsiness. Nyx remained nestled in his lap, her soft snores a quiet rhythm against his chest.

The cool night air stirred as Elara approached, her blue eyes glinting with warmth. She carried a thick, woven blanket, its edges trailing softly against the grass. Without a word, she draped the blanket over them, tucking it around them with care.

She settled beside them, her scales catching the starlight, and leaned lightly against his shoulder. ”Rest, you two,” she whispered, her voice a soothing melody.

His lips twitched into a faint smile, and with Elara’s warmth at his side and Nyx in his arms, he surrendered to sleep, the trio cocooned under the endless sky. The following morning, Archer woke up with a yawn.

The two women were out cold, but the cold spring air brushed up against his skin, prompting him to smile. ”This feels good,” he muttered.

Archer stood up and stretched, causing the bones all over his body to crack, just as a group of scouts rushed into the fortress, catching his attention.