Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 406: Domination (2) (R-18) – Over Ten Millennia (3)

Hearing those words… Ash obviously wouldn’t waste time.

He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his hips as she clung to him.

Yonna’s arms looped around his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders as she pressed her body flush against his.

Without a word, he thrust up into her — burying himself balls deep in one smooth stroke.

Yonna gasped sharply, then moaned loud and raw as her walls stretched around him.

“Ah!!!—I’ve… missed—!”

PAH!

Ash gripped her ass with both hands and started fucking her like that — standing… with her body bouncing on his cock with every powerful thrust.

Her tits pressed against his chest, nipples hard as they dragged across his skin. She hugged him tighter with each thrust, legs locked around his waist, moaning into his ear with barely audible words.

“fu… m… har…der—!”

PAH!

PAH!

PAH!

He obliged, hips snapping up faster, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the ruined throne room. Each thrust drove him balls-deep, grinding against her clit and hitting that spot inside her that made her tremble.

Yonna’s moans quickly turned into broken cries as Ash sought to teach her thoroughly.

She clung to him desperately, nails raking down his back as another orgasm built fast. All while Ash kept the brutal pace, grunting with every thrust, sweat drenching their bodies as they moved together.

SPURT!

SPURT!!!!

When she came, it hit her hard — walls clamping down around him, squirting messily between them as she screamed his name.

“OHHHH—fuck!”

Ash groaned, burying his face in her neck and bit down as his fangs elongated.

And not once did he stop. No, he kept pounding through her orgasm all while chasing his own.

“I’m cumming!,” he growled against her skin.

One last deep thrust — hips slamming flush — and he came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding deep inside her. Yonna moaned loudly, milking every drop as her body shook in his arms.

“AHhhhHH~”

They stayed locked together for a moment — breathing hard, bodies trembling, his cock still buried inside her as cum leaked down her thighs.

Ash kissed her neck softly, then as he sat down on the throne. He murmured against her ear with a dark little smile.

“Lesson three….”

—-

[A/N: The time passing is strictly based on the outside time.]

While Ash continued to busy himself with Yonna for over five hundred years, a certain someone had finally grown accustomed to his new reality.

On a random world in a random universe within Pantheos, a grand tournament was underway.

The arena was massive — a colossal coliseum that floated above a vibrant landscape of emerald forests and golden rivers.

Tens of thousands of spectators filled the stands, cheering wildly as two factions clashed in the center.

It was a disciplined order of sword cultivators from the Godly Blade Pantheon versus a ferocious group of beast tamers from the All-Taming Pantheon.

Xeros, Aurora, and Isis sat together in a private VIP box high above the arena, watching the spectacle unfold.

Xeros, The God of Obsession, leaned forward, arms resting on the railing.

Now, that he had spent over five hundred years with the family.

It went without saying he had grown more comfortable, but the sheer scale and casual power of his father’s verse still left him quietly stunned at times.

“These matches are getting better,” he muttered, eyes tracking a particularly brutal exchange below.

“Even at the Tier 6 rank… these beings are much stronger than lower ranked cultivators outside.”

Aurora sat cross-legged on her floating cushion, white-blue hair drifting slightly as she munched on a glowing pineapple.

“Fufufu, this is all thanks to the power system of course,” she said lightly.

“Some of these beings have been around for probably millions of years by now. So, even though they have low ranks, they are indeed battle honed.”

Isis, lounged back with her arms behind her head, black hair with brown specks spilling over the cushion.

She had also become an Unus, but much like a few others. She had kept her dragon traits… solely for the look.

Her four sleek horns gleamed faintly, and her black eyes with brownish-gold slits watched the fight with mild interest.

“Hmm is you father coming around any time soon?” she asked… as she couldn’t lie. Since seeing him, she couldn’t shake his image one bit.

“I would like to chat about the old Elaris days.”

Xeros chuckled, shaking his head.

“Is that all you want to chat about?”

Aurora popped another piece of fruit into her mouth, smiling.

Normally, she’d be protective of Ash, especially around a woman who wasn’t one of her mothers.

But now that her bond and feelings were being reciprocated by Ash, a different kind of thought crossed her mind.

“Oh, best friend, don’t worry we will go see him together eventually~”

Isis arched a brow.

“And why do I feel like you’re planning something again?”

Xeros glanced at her, then back down at the arena where a beast tamer had just summoned a colossal crimson wolf that roared loud enough to shake the stands.

“Knowing her? She’s definitely planning something” he said.

Aurora shrugged as she giggled.

“Whatever, anyways…. where is Ellyn? I’ve been dying to meet her.”

“Uh, I contacted her recently.” Xeros said, “She told me she’s with her new Master…. apparently, he claims to be some ’God’.”

He continued to explain, fully aware that becoming a god was impossible—at least for any being from the outside.

But that wasn’t all… The last place they had been before the reset was deep within the Abyss of the Eighth Dimension.

“Don’t tell me…” Aurora muttered, thinking of Ash’s miserly master. “She’s with him?”

Xeros’ eyes narrowed. “You know this guy who’s pretending to be a god?”

“He’s not pretending, idiot,” Aurora replied. “He’s the God of Souls, Samsara, and Vampires.”

She let out a laugh. “He’s also Daddy’s cheap master… though he’s been hiding from Mother Nia for a few millennia now.”

And somewhere far away from Ash’s verse…

—–

“Achooo!”

Kaelthyr sneezed, the sound echoing strangely across the frozen abyss.

He floated high above a vast, endless sea of frozen souls.

This was the Abyss of the Eighth Dimension — a place that was now his. Before the cycle ended, Kaelthyr simply used his Divinity as protection.

He rubbed his nose, floating lazily in the air as he watched the two figures below.

Ellyn sat cross-legged on a floating platform of black ice, eyes closed, cultivating in complete stillness.

Her black hair drifted around her despite the lack of wind, while faint pink threads of essence swirled around her as she worked on her Strata.

Then, drifting toward her was Kyron, looking just as he always had—deep black skin marked with glowing white, vein-like cracks.

“Father,” he said, bowing slightly.