The palace, usually bustling with Horace, Yinrou, Talon, and Azu, felt like a hushed, opulent tomb now, amplifying the intimacy of their journey. Light filtered through the glass windows, painting the walls with shifting hues of amethyst and gold, each step bringing them closer to Daenerys's chambers. The scent of jasmine and aged parchment, ever-present in the palace, now mingled with Karsus's earthy musk, a scent Daenerys found intoxicating. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a wild drumbeat anticipating his touch, his taste.
Finally, they reached the massive, carved doors of her bedchamber. Karsus nudged them open with his spirit energy, the heavy wood swinging inward with a soft sigh. The room within was a sanctuary of luxury: a vast, four-poster bed draped in crimson silks occupied the center, its posts carved with intertwining dragons. Soft lamplight glowed from sconces shaped like phoenixes, casting a warm, inviting glow. A large, open balcony overlooked a sprawling celestial garden, the stars themselves seemingly within reach.
Karsus carried her directly to the bed, lowering her gently onto the silken sheets. She sank into the plush mattress, the softness engulfing her. He stood over her for a moment, his shadow falling across her, a potent, exciting presence. His eyes, dark with desire, devoured her, tracing the curves of her body beneath her, flowing silver regalia as he retracted his black god suit nano armor back into his world ring. He is revealed to be wearing a black shirt with black pants beneath the armor.
Daenerys reached up, her fingers finding the buttons on his tunic, her touch slow, deliberate. "I've waited for this," she whispered as she undressed him till he was completely shirtless, her voice husky, betraying the raw need that gripped her.
Karsus's hands went to the hem of her gown, his touch feather-light as he began to slide the fabric upwards. The silk whispered against her skin, each inch it rose exposing more of her to his hungry gaze. He peeled it away, revealing the delicate lace of her underthings, then the soft swell of her belly, the pale skin of her thighs. He knelt beside the bed, his eyes never leaving hers, a silent question, an unspoken promise.
He leaned in, his lips brushing hers, a feather-light touch that sent shivers through her. "My queen," he breathed, his voice a low growl, "you have no idea what I have planned for you." His mouth claimed hers then, a slow, deep kiss that tasted of wine and anticipation. Her lips parted eagerly, inviting him in, her tongue meeting his, a sensual dance of exploration.
His hands moved from her hips, tracing the line of her ribs, then upward to cup her breasts. Her nipples, already hard nubs of desire, peaked under his touch, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. He squeezed gently, then rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, eliciting a soft moan from her throat. Her back arched, pushing her chest into his palms, silently begging for more.
Karsus pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked on hers, a purple intensity burning within them. "I want to worship every inch of you." He moved lower, his lips trailing a path down her neck, tasting the delicate skin beneath her ear, then down to the hollow of her throat. Each kiss was a spark, igniting a deeper fire within her.
He pushed her lace chemise up and over her head, discarding it onto the floor with a soft thud. Her breasts, full and pale, rose and fell with her quickening breath. He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to tease one engorged nipple. A gasp escaped her. He suckled, drawing her deep into his mouth, his lips wet and warm, creating a delicious suction that pulled at her core. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, holding him closer, silently urging him on. He alternated between both breasts, suckling, teasing, nipping gently with his teeth, driving her wild with pleasure.
He then moved lower, his lips tracing a path down her stomach, across her navel, until he reached the elastic band of her lace panties. He hooked his fingers under the delicate fabric, pulling them down slowly, deliberately, until they pooled around her ankles.
Her pussy, already wet and swollen, glistened, a dark rosebud nestled between her legs. Karsus knelt at the foot of the bed, his eyes devouring the sight, a low hum of approval escaping him. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her inner thigh, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Her legs instinctively parted wider, an unspoken invitation.
"You are exquisite," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He leaned forward, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin of her inner labia, then moving upward to the pearl of her clit.
Daenerys cried out, a sharp intake of breath. His tongue was a hot, insistent flame, circling, flicking, teasing. He used the tip of his tongue, then the flat, pressing down, rotating, creating a swirling vortex of pleasure that centered on her clitoris.
Her hips began to buck, a primal rhythm taking hold of her body. She gasped, her hands gripping the silken sheets, her nails digging into the fabric.
He worked her, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue delving into her folds, tasting her sweet, musky nectar. He varied the pressure, sometimes soft and teasing, sometimes firm and demanding, until her entire body trembled on the precipice of orgasm. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her vision blurring with the intensity of the sensation.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible, "Karsus, please."
He pulled back, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Not yet, my queen." He shifted, moving between her legs, his powerful frame hovering above her. He reached for his own pants, removing them with a single, decisive motion, scattering them across the floor, revealing his long, thick, hard, engorged cock.
Daenerys's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. It was magnificent, a testament to his raw masculinity. He stood over her, letting her gaze linger, letting the anticipation build.
He lowered himself onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He took her hand, guiding it to his shaft. Her fingers closed around him, feeling the hot, smooth skin, the rigid length, the prominent head. A shiver ran through her.
"I want you to taste me," he commanded, his voice a low rumble.
Daenerys nodded, her eyes still fixed on his. She brought his cock to her mouth, her lips parting, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip. The taste was musky, salty, and utterly intoxicating. She took him in, slowly, deliberately, her mouth stretching to accommodate his girth. Her tongue swirled around the head, then dragged down the shaft, savoring the taste, the texture.
She worked him, her head bobbing up and down, her throat accommodating his length. She felt him swell and harden further in her mouth, a testament to her skill. Her lips suctioned around him, her tongue stroking, teasing, creating a slick, wet sheath for his powerful erection. She heard his low groans, felt the tremors that ran through his body, and it only spurred her on. She felt the delicate beads of pre-cum at the tip, tasting them, savoring their salty sweetness.
Karsus reached down, his fingers tangling in her silver hair, guiding her movements, pressing her deeper, faster. His hips began to thrust, a slow, rhythmic motion that drove his cock further into her mouth, making her gag slightly, but she welcomed the sensation, the feeling of him filling her. She sucked him harder, her throat aching, her jaws tiring, but she refused to stop, determined to bring him to the brink.
He groaned, a guttural sound that vibrated through her. "That's it, my queen," he rasped, "take it all."
Suddenly, he pulled back, his cock slick and glistening, a single, thick drop of pre-cum clinging to the tip. He shifted, moving between her legs again, his gaze burning into hers.
"Now, it's my turn," he said, his voice husky with desire.
He lowered his head, his mouth once more finding her clit, but this time, he was more aggressive, more demanding. His tongue plunged into her, circling, flicking, sucking, creating a powerful vacuum that pulled at her insides. He used his fingers too, spreading her labia, exposing her clitoris fully, then rubbing it with his thumb while his tongue continued its relentless assault.
Daenerys cried out, her body arching off the bed, her hips bucking furiously. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatened to drown her. Her legs wrapped around his head, pressing him closer, deeper into her. She felt the vibrations of his tongue against her, the wet warmth of his mouth, the insistent pressure of his fingers.
"Oh, Karsus," she gasped, her voice raw with ecstasy, "I'm going to… I'm going to…"
He didn't let up, his pace quickening, his suckling becoming more fervent, more demanding. He knew exactly how to push her over the edge. Her body convulsed, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over her, her muscles tightening, her breath catching in her throat. Her orgasm was a shattering explosion, a cascade of sensations that left her trembling, breathless, and utterly spent. She collapsed back onto the bed, her body still quivering, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Karsus lifted his head, his mouth shiny with her wetness, a triumphant smirk on his face. He kissed her then, tasting himself on her lips, a shared intimacy that deepened their bond.
He moved above her, his powerful body hovering, his cock, still hard and throbbing, pressing against her wet pussy. Her core still pulsed from her orgasm, making her even more sensitive, more ready for him.
"Are you ready for me, my queen?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
"Yes," she whispered, her eyes wide, her voice still shaky from her climax. "Please, Karsus."
He positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing against her swollen entrance. He pushed slowly, deliberately, allowing her body to stretch and accommodate him. She gasped as he slid inside, the sensation of his thick shaft filling her, stretching her, a glorious invasion. He paused, letting her adjust, letting the exquisite fullness sink in.
"You feel incredible," he breathed, his eyes closing for a moment, savoring the feeling.
He began to move, a slow, deep thrust, withdrawing almost completely, then plunging back in, each movement a delicious torture. The bedsprings creaked rhythmically under their combined weight, a testament to the force of their passion. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. Her pussy gripped him tightly, milking him with every movement, sending waves of pleasure through him.
Daenerys wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting to absorb every inch of him. Her nails dug into his back, leaving faint red marks on his skin. She met his gaze, her eyes blazing with a mixture of desire and adoration. Her body moved instinctively with his, a primal dance of surrender and possession.
The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room: the wet *shlicking* of skin on skin, the soft *squelching* of their bodies intertwining, the ragged gasps and moans that escaped their lips. Karsus leaned down, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce, hungry kiss, his tongue mirroring the thrusts of his cock, plunging deep, swirling, then withdrawing. Their saliva mingled, a hot, sweet exchange that bound them together.
He lifted her hips slightly, angling her body to allow for deeper penetration. His balls slapped against her ass with each powerful thrust, a rhythmic beat that intensified the sensations. He felt her internal muscles clench around him, a tight, exquisite embrace.
"You are so tight, my queen," he grunted, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. "So hot."
He continued his relentless rhythm, driving into her with a primal urgency, pushing her closer and closer to another climax. Her body was a symphony of sensation, every nerve ending alive, vibrating with the sheer intensity of his presence within her. Her breath hitched, her eyes rolling back in her head as another wave of pleasure began to build.
"Karsus!" she cried out, her voice a desperate plea, her body convulsing around him as she shattered once more. Her internal muscles clenched, milking his cock with incredible force, pulling him deeper, harder.
He felt her orgasm ripple through her, and it pushed him over the edge. With a final, powerful groan, he thrust deep inside her, emptying himself into her, his hot, thick cum pulsing into her womb. He collapsed onto her, his body heavy and spent, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
They lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts hammering in unison. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a potent perfume of their shared passion. Daenerys felt him still hard inside her, his cock slowly softening, a comforting weight.
After a few moments, Karsus stirred, lifting his head. He looked down at her, his eyes soft, filled with love and triumph. He kissed her forehead, then her lips, a gentle, tender kiss.
"I told you I'd make you unable to stand," he whispered, a hint of his earlier playfulness returning.
Daenerys smiled, a soft, content smile. "You certainly did." She traced the line of his jaw, her fingers still weak from the intensity of their lovemaking.
Karsus chuckled, then a mischievous glint entered his eyes, remembering something. "You said you'd do anything, my queen."
Daenerys looked at him, a question in her eyes.
He reached down, his fingers finding the base of her long tail, a natural extension of her Targarion Tiefling form. The tail, usually a graceful, almost decorative appendage, was now a tool in his hands. He ran his fingers along its length, feeling its smooth, slightly ridged texture.
Daenerys's breath hitched. She knew exactly what he was thinking. Her tail, though prehensile, was a sensitive part of her, not typically used for… that. A flush spread across her cheeks, a mixture of surprise and a thrilling anticipation.
Karsus gently grasped her tail, pulling it slightly. He gave it a gentle tug, and her tail, responsive to her will, tightened slightly, a soft, silken rope around him.
"I want to feel you in a new way," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, "I want to feel your tail around me as I enter your other opening."
Daenerys's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips. Anal sex. It was a boundary they hadn't yet crossed, a thrilling, forbidden thought. Her body, still buzzing from their previous encounters, suddenly felt a new tremor of excitement, a delicious fear.
He didn't wait for an answer, already knowing her submission. He shifted his weight, pulling her closer, turning her slightly on her side. He reached for her, his fingers parting her buttocks, revealing her tight, puckered asshole. She tensed, a flicker of apprehension running through her, but the burning desire to please him, to explore this new territory with him, outweighed her fear.
He licked a finger, then slowly, carefully, began to press it against her tight opening, circling, teasing.
"Relax for me, my queen," he whispered, his voice a soft command. "Just breathe."
She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to relax her muscles, her body still humming with residual pleasure. His finger pushed, slowly, gently, until the tip slid inside, a strange, new sensation. She gasped, her sphincter clenching around his digit.
He pulled it out, then pressed a second finger against her, slowly working it in, stretching her. She felt a burning sensation, a tightness that was both uncomfortable and strangely exhilarating. He continued to work her, his fingers slowly stretching her, preparing her for his much larger cock. He used the slickness from her pussy, coating his fingers, then her asshole, ensuring she was well lubricated.
He pulled his fingers out, then positioned himself once more, his cock, now fully hard again, pressing against her stretched opening. Her tail, still wrapped loosely around his shaft, added another layer of sensation, a strange, soft friction.
He pushed, slowly, carefully, a grunt escaping his lips. Daenerys cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound. The burning sensation was intense, a tearing feeling as he stretched her further than she had ever been stretched before.
"Easy, my love," he whispered, his voice laced with concern, but his determination unwavering. He held still, letting her adjust, letting her body acclimate to the new intrusion.
She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing through the discomfort, focusing on his touch, on the love in his eyes. She felt him push deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until the head of his cock was fully inside her. Her asshole clenched tightly around him, a powerful, almost painful grip.
He paused again, letting her body relax around him. He felt the intense heat, the incredible tightness of her anal muscles. Her tail, still wrapped around his shaft, vibrated with her every tremor.
"You're doing so well, my queen," he praised, his voice soft, encouraging.
He began to move, a slow, shallow thrust, withdrawing only slightly, then pushing back in. The movement was different, deeper, more intense than vaginal penetration. She felt him press against her prostate, a new, exquisite pressure that sent shivers through her.
Daenerys groaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her body began to adapt, the initial discomfort slowly giving way to a strange, deep satisfaction. The friction was incredible, her tight asshole gripping him with an intensity that drove him wild.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming longer, deeper, until he was burying himself fully inside her with each stroke. Her tail, wrapped around him, tightened and loosened with his movements, adding a unique, almost supernatural element to their lovemaking. He felt her internal walls clench around him, milking him, urging him on.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her hips bucked, meeting his thrusts, her body completely surrendered to his will. The feeling of him deep inside her, filling her completely, was overwhelming, intoxicating.
"Karsus," she whimpered, her voice muffled against his skin, "Oh, Karsus…"
He continued his relentless rhythm, driving into her from behind, his powerful hips pounding against her buttocks. The slicking sound of his cock sliding in and out of her ass filled the air, a raw, primal sound of their passion. He felt the exquisite pressure against her prostate, the way her entire body tensed and released with each thrust.
He knew she was close again. Her body was trembling, her breath coming in ragged sobs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Cum for me, my queen," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Cum for me."
He sped up, pushing deeper, harder, faster, his cock a piston of pure pleasure. Her body convulsed, her muscles tightening around him in a powerful, spasmic embrace. Her tail, still wrapped around him, thrashed slightly, mirroring the intensity of her climax.
Daenerys screamed, a raw, guttural cry of pure ecstasy as she shattered again, her orgasm radiating outwards from her ass, through her entire body. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back, her body trembling uncontrollably.
He felt her clench around him, milking him dry, and with a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her ass, his hot cum pulsing deep inside her. He groaned, a deep, satisfied sound, collapsing onto her, his body heavy and spent.
They lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, the scent of their lovemaking thick in the air. Daenerys's tail slowly unwound from around his body, resting limply beside them. Her ass still throbbed, a pleasant ache, a testament to their shared exploration.
Karsus shifted, pulling her closer, nuzzling into her neck. "My queen," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion, "you are truly magnificent."
"I did tell you," Karsus chuckled, nuzzling into her neck as her tail unwound and lay limp beside them, "you wouldn't be able to walk when I was through."
"By the gods... that was intense," Daenerys panted, her body still humming with a pleasant, deep-seated ache. As a notification began to scroll across her AllSpark UI, glowing in the dim light that only Daenerys could see.
Tao has increased from 10,000,000 to 10,100,000
Karsite weave increased from 10,000,000 to 10,100,000
The intimate silence of the bedchamber is shattered not by words, but by the unmistakable sound of Karsus's desire reigniting. Despite the exhaustion that should have claimed him, his body seems to be filled with energy and stamina.
"Are you ready for round two?" Karsus asks as his cock begins to grow back to 14 cm, his voice thick with a challenge that makes the air vibrate.
Daenerys, her legs still trembling and the warmth of their first encounter still slick between her thighs.
"You really think you can handle me that easily? Let's turn this up a notch," she whispers. With a thought, she interfaces with the Targaryen Legacy. The golden ring flares with power as she activates the Perfect Shapeshift protocol. In a sequence of blinding light and spatial folding, three of her Origin Bodies materialize simultaneously.
Ferunian Human Body deployed
This Faerunian Human Body sports her iconic platinum silver-gold hair, intricately styled with multiple braids that transition into soft waves. This body has a pale complexion, dark, well-defined eyebrows that contrast with her light hair, and a determined, stoic expression.
She has a petite but commanding stature, standing with a confident and forward-moving posture.
The body is wearing a structured, charcoal-black overcoat made of heavily textured, dragon-scale-like fabric. It features sharp, padded shoulders and a high, stiff collar that frames her face. Attached to the shoulders is a long, sweeping black cape bearing the insignia of a 3 headed red dragon
The shoulders are adorned with intricate, dark-red embroidery. She wears dark, fitted trousers and sturdy leather boots, signaling she is ready for action rather than sitting in a court.
Her face is the most naturalistic and soft. It features a "dewy" skin texture with visible, realistic skin pores and a slight flush to the cheeks. Her eyes are large and expressive, characterized by a gentle, empathetic gaze and natural-looking eyelashes. Her lips are a soft, matte rose color, and the overall facial structure is rounded and youthful, reflecting a more vulnerable yet regal human temperament. The intricate silver braids framing her face add to a look of "high-born" elegance.
Succubus Body deployed
This, The Succubus Body, leans into a stylized, supernatural aesthetic. Her hair remains long but takes on deep red and purple highlights to match her demonic nature. This form is characterized by large, leathery purple wings and curved blue horns. Her attire is far more provocative, consisting of glossy black latex-like materials, including opera-length gloves, thigh-high boots, and a matching garter set. A prominent black bra has been added to the ensemble, and she bears a distinctive dark tattoo on her lower abdomen. The background of a moonlit city and glowing lantern emphasizes the nocturnal, predatory nature of this form.
Her features are sharper and highly stylized, bordering on an ethereal aesthetic. Her skin is perfectly smooth and pale, creating a high contrast with her dark, bold makeup. Her eyes are more narrowed and piercing, with heavy black eyeliner and a predatory intensity. Her lips are painted a deep, seductive crimson, and her jawline appears more defined and angular. The addition of the curved, glowing horns and the vibrant violet-red hair color shifts her look from "royal" to "supernatural," emphasizing a dangerous, otherworldly charm.
Amazon Body
The Amazonian Body adopts the appearance of a disciplined warrior. Her golden hair is pulled back into a high, practical ponytail, secured by a gold tiara. She is clad in ornate, Roman-inspired plate armor featuring a blend of burnished gold and deep crimson. The breastplate is highly stylized and reinforced, paired with matching pauldrons, bracers, and a protective leather-strip skirt. This form focuses on protection and status, presenting her as a battlefield leader with a stoic, focused gaze.
The Amazonian face is characterized by stoicism and military discipline. Her expression is neutral and focused, stripping away the softness of the Human form and the playfulness of the Succubus. Her eyebrows are groomed into a sharper, more authoritative arch, and her gaze is fixed forward as if scanning a battlefield. The gold tiara across her forehead frames her face in a way that emphasizes her brow and high cheekbones, giving her a more "hardened" and mature appearance. Her makeup is minimal and practical, highlighting a face built for war rather than courtly life.
"Time for payback," Daenerys says, her main body retreating into a nearby velvet chair. She sits there, her original Targarion Tiefling body shivering as she watches her three avatars surround the bed. "Do you have any idea how big your cock is? I could barely think straight. Now, you'll see what it's like to be overwhelmed."Daenerys says as she splits his consciousness into 3, transferring them into her 3 bodies.
Karsus barely has time to gasp before the three forms descend.
"Prepare yourself, soldier," the Amazonian body barks, her voice a low, authoritative command. She pins his arms above his head with a strength that rivals his own, her red golden plate armor cold against his skin while her gaze remains fixed and focused.
"I'm not going to stop until I suck you dry," the Succubus purrs. She crawls over him, her leathery wings casting long, flickering shadows across the crimson silks. Her crimson lips find his neck, nipping and teasing with a demonic hunger that threatens to drain his very soul.
"You better be ready," the Faerunian Human body whispers, her eyes soft but her intent fierce. "We're going to go at this until you are the one who can't stand." She straddles him, inserting his cock into her pusy as she begins moving with the grace of a stallion, her rhythmic motions synchronized perfectly with the sensations being inflicted by her other 2 bodies.
Karsus is caught in a crossfire of archetypes: the tenderness of the human, the lethal lust of the succubus, and the relentless stamina of the amazon.
While the three avatars subject Karsus to a legendary endurance test.
Daenerys got out of the bed, her legs shaking as she sat on a nearby chair cum still dripping from her pussy as she went to study the the tao feature.
The velvet chair where Daenerys sits becomes her throne of observation. While the three avatarsthe Human, the Succubus, and the Amazon, systematically ride Karsus's, somehow Karus could still keep up with all the 3 bodies as the AllSpark UI flickers to life, unveiling the ancient mechanics behind their connection.
"So, the fundamental truth remains," Daenerys murmurs, her eyes tracing the glowing data streams. "Even in this timeline, the most efficient path to power is through him."
Tao is the foundational life-force energy present within all things, both living and non-living. It acts as a spiritual and physical energy that can be manipulated to achieve superhuman capabilities, similar to a combination of chi and aura.
How to Absorb/Master Tao Quickly
Bochu Jutsu (Art of the Bedchambers): This is described as the most important method, involving sexual intimacy between partners with opposing Tao attributes (Yin and Yang) to mutually strengthen their energy.
Relying on the "Middle Way": By embracing both strength and weakness simultaneously, avoiding being purely aggressive or purely passive, an individual can achieve a faster balance and surge in Tao.
Life-or-Death Situations: Placing oneself on the brink of death forces the body to stop consuming Tao for daily life and instead harness it for survival.
Embracing Strong Emotions: Intense emotions, particularly love or extreme anger, can cause a massive surge in Tao.
Restorative Cycle Interaction: Making physical contact with a person who has a compatible element allows a user to rapidly replenish and boost their own Tao."
Eating" Tan: Consuming Tan (an elixir made from humans) is used by the Tensen to instantly recharge their massive Tao reserves.
"I spent my entire previous life doing this without a manual," Daenerys reflects, a sharp smile touching her lips. "I used my concubines to maintain my baseline, but it was only after I had sex with Karsus that my reserves hit God-tier levels. He isn't just a man; he's a living battery for the Karsite Weave, a rarity even among the Targarion Pure Blood race, which we created using the Celestial ocean body. When I find time, I should create them once more." Daeneys says as she remembers the Targarion Pure Blood.
From Daenerys' memories, the Targarion pure bloods appear as humanoid Tieflings without their classic horns and ears; their most defining feature is their pale brown skin, covered in purples, blues, and glowing constellation patterns that map across their muscles. The females had long, slender tails While the males maintained their human-like appearance with no tail. They have glowing, starry violet eyes that lack traditional pupils. Lastly, the females have flowing, brilliant silver gold hair, while the males have jet black hair.
These race was unlike any beings in the universe. They are extremely united. The degree of unity that even surpasses the robotic coordination of mechanical beings. This cohesion allows them to act as a singular entity, making them difficult to infiltrate or divide.
When Targarions work together, their strength increases geometrically. Their ability to synchronize attacks makes them far more dangerous than the sum of their individual parts. Their bodies are made of a soft, strange bio-mechanical substance, serving as a form of energy life.
This makes them highly resilient, as they do not possess typical physical organs, making conventional physical attacks less effective. As energy lifeforms, when they become Immortal, they are incredibly difficult to kill, requiring their body to be destroyed hundreds of times. Their bodies are essentially "condensed" law energies, making them far more resilient than flesh-and-blood beings. Their high intelligence, combined with their hive-like coordination, makes them a persistent threat. Politically, they do not operate through weak, shaky alliances but through a solid, powerful, and unified front devoid of any internal conflict, making them far more efficient in resource management, decision-making, and warfare.
They are a "same-kind" lifeform under the leadership of Administrator Daenerys Targaryen and Magic Emperor Karsus, whom they refer to as Mother Ancestor and Father Ancestor, which means they do not have the internal divisions or factions that often plague larger alliances.
This eliminates internal political maneuvering and allows them to direct 100% of their focus toward external expansion and the destruction of any opposing race or being who becomes an enemy to Daenerys or Karsus. When they combined their energies together using TAO fusion, generally done through sex with their mates, their strength increased geometrically. This allows them to utilize different energies more effectively, allowing higher output attacks when they combine their attacks.
"The only time they felt conflict was when mother ancestor killed father ancestor, causing them to fall into an eternal state of sadness."
Suddenly A heavy, wet SPANK echoes through the opulent chamber, followed by a guttural groan from Karsus that sounds somewhere between a plea and a war cry.
The sudden, wet crack of a palm against skin echoed through the chamber, followed by Karsus's guttural groan, a sound that teetered on the edge of complete surrender. On the massive bed, the three bodies continued their relentless siege, a coordinated display of sensory warfare that pushed the Archmage beyond his limits.
A surge of concentrated Yang energy erupted, flooding the Faerunian Human's body in cum as she took the brunt of his climax. The AllSpark interface in front of the seated Daenerys flickered with rapid, cascading notifications.
[CRITICAL SYSTEM ALERT: ORIGIN BODY INCOMPATIBILITY]
Diagnosis: The Karsite Weave is a highly volatile, specialized magical frequency unique to the Karsite bloodlines.
Observation: While the Origin shares enough ancestral commonality to act as a conductive vessel, the specialized genetic structures are rejecting the Karsite Weave energy.
Result: Energy transfer to Origin Bodies has failed.
Conclusion: Only the Targarion Tiefling Body can absorb Karsite energy.
Note: Although the Origin perfectly matches the genetic and spiritual signature of their unique races, they can not produce any offspring. Only the Targarion Tiefling Body can get pregnant. Daenerys watched the data stream, a frown creasing her brow.
The AllSpark, a constant glow visible only to her, showed the Karsite Weave levels of her three bodies remaining static, unchanged by Karsus's potent release. Only her own Tiefling body, still shivering slightly in the velvet chair, registered a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor, a faint echo of the energy surge she had expected.
Suddenly, Karsus's hand, slick with sweat and effort, shot out, seizing the succubus's massive breasts. His fingers, surprisingly strong despite his recent expenditure, squeezed the glossy black latex of her bra, groaning under the pressure. Simultaneously, his other hand, quicker than thought, found the Amazon's inner thigh, his fingers digging into her wet pussy.
The Faerunian Human body, still straddling him, her face a mask of serene satisfaction, leaned down, her silver-gold hair cascading around them like a silken waterfall.
"Think you can escape so easily?" she whispered, her voice a low purr. Her hips began to grind, slowly, deliberately, around his still-pulsing cock, a fresh surge of desire blooming in her eyes. The Succubus body, freed from his grip, arched her back, her leathery wings flapping once, twice, sending a gust of jasmine-scented air across the bed. She hovered above him, her scarlet lips curling into a predatory smile.
"Such a tease," she purred, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness. Her tail, thick and prehensile, snaked down, wrapping around his waist, its barbed tip resting just above his groin. "We're not done playing." Karsus, pinned between the Amazon's unyielding strength and the Human's rhythmic enticement, met the Succubus's gaze, a wild glint in his eyes.
"You think this is enough to subdue me?" he rasped, a hint of a laugh in his voice. Daenerys, observing from her velvet throne, watched the scene unfold with a renewed intensity. But no matter how he tried to. The Origin Bodies were powerful, each a universe master capable of subduing Karsus, who was at a mere planetary level.
"So, you think you can handle all three of us?" the Amazon's voice, a steady, calm tone, cut through the rising tension. Her grip tightened, effectively immobilizing his upper body. "Let's see how much of a warrior you truly are," the Ferunian Human Body added, her hips quickening their pace, a slow, sensual rhythm that drew a low moan from Karsus. The Succubus descended, her long, sharp nails tracing patterns on his chest, dangerously close to his nipples.
"I wonder how much cum you have left to give," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. Karsus's eyes, dark with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration, flickered between them. "Challenge accepted," he growled, a primal defiance in his voice. He shifted, his body rippling with latent power, testing the Amazon's hold. She remained immovable. Daenerys watched, her original Tiefling body still tingling with a phantom ache from their earlier encounter.
The revelation from the AllSpark gnawed at her. The Targarion Tiefling body, the one she had housing her main consciousness, was the only one capable of absorbing the Karsite energy. It was the same with the Targarion purebloods, where only the females could absorb the Karsait weave produced by the Targarion males.
"I can't let Kasus think me weak that I depend on my other bodies to satisfy him. I need to finish him and make that rod calm the fuck down," she murmured, a plan already forming. She pushed herself up from the velvet chair, her legs still a little unsteady, but a new resolve hardening her gaze.
The cum that had dripped from her pussy earlier now felt like a badge of honor, a testament to the raw power she shared with Karsus. She walked towards the bed, her bare feet making no sound on the plush carpet.
The three bodies containing her split consciousness paused, their heads turning towards the Targarion Tiefling Body, their expressions a mix of surprise and anticipation. They were extensions of her, after all, and they sensed the shift in her intent. "Release him," Daenerys commanded, her voice clear and resonant, a true queen addressing her subjects. The Amazon's grip loosened.
"So," Karsus said, a slow smile spreading across his face, "you want to try again, my queen? Just us?" "Not just us," Daenerys corrected, her eyes burning with a fresh, fierce desire. "Us, and the full potential of our combined power." She climbed onto the bed, her bare feet finding purchase on the crimson silks. She straddled Karsus, her body aligning with his, the warmth of his skin a familiar comfort.
"Watch closely," she instructed the other 3 bodies, her voice soft but firm. "You will have to deal with this rod constantly." She said as the three bodies, as one, retreated slightly, forming a semicircle around the bed, their gazes fixed on Daenerys and Karsus. The Human body, her expression still serene, sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed. The Amazon, her golden armor gleaming, stood sentinel-like near the headboard. The Succubus, her leathery wings folded, perched on a nearby chaise lounge, her sharp eyes missing nothing. Daenerys leaned down, her lips brushing Karsus's ear.
"I need to feel you deep inside me, Karsus," she whispered, her voice husky with renewed hunger. "I need to feel your power flowing into *my* body, into *my* core." He groaned, his hands finding her hips, pulling her down, pressing her against his still-hard cock. The AllSpark UI, still visible to Daenerys, began to hum, a subtle shift in its energy signature.
"I'm ready, my queen," Karsus breathed, his eyes locked on hers. Daenerys positioned herself, the tip of his cock pressing against her wet entrance. She slid down, slowly, deliberately, taking him in inch by agonizing inch. A gasp escaped her lips as his thick shaft filled her, stretching her, a glorious invasion that resonated deeper, more profoundly, than before.
"This feels… different," she murmured, her eyes closing for a moment as she savored the sensation. The AllSpark UI flickered, a faint green glow emanating from the Tao and Karsite Weave indicators. He began to move, a slow, rhythmic thrust, withdrawing almost completely, then plunging back in. Each movement was a declaration, a merging of two immense powers. Her body, already sensitive from their earlier encounters, now felt hyper-aware, every nerve ending singing with the intensity of his presence.
"I can feel it," Daenerys whispered, her voice laced with awe. "The energy… It's flowing." The AllSpark indicators pulsed, a steady, subtle increase in numbers. It wasn't a massive surge, not yet, but it was there, a tangible connection that had been absent with her avatars. Karsus picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding as he grabbed her ass.
Her pussy gripped him tightly, milking him with every movement, sending waves of pure energy through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting to absorb every inch of him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving faint red marks on his skin.
The sounds of their lovemaking filled the chamber, a raw symphony of their shared passion. The wet slicking of skin on skin, the soft squelching of their bodies intertwining, the ragged gasps and moans that escaped their lips. Karsus leaned down, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce, hungry kiss, his tongue mirroring the thrusts of his cock, plunging deep, swirling, then withdrawing. Their saliva mingled, a hot, sweet exchange that bound them together.
The AllSpark UI, visible only to Daenerys, showed the Tao and Karsite Weave meters slowly but steadily climbing. Each thrust, each moan, each shared breath contributed to the growing numbers. It was a subtle, almost imperceptible increase, but it was real. This was the true path. He lifted her hips slightly, angling her body to allow for deeper penetration. His balls slapped against her ass with each powerful thrust, a rhythmic beat that intensified the sensations. He felt her internal muscles clench around him, a tight, exquisite embrace. "You are so tight, my queen," he grunted, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. "So hot." He continued his relentless rhythm, driving into her with a primal urgency, pushing her closer and closer to another climax.
Her body was a symphony of sensation, every nerve ending alive, vibrating with the sheer intensity of his presence within her. Her breath hitched, her eyes rolling back in her head as another wave of pleasure began to build. "Karsus!" she cried out, her voice a desperate plea, her body convulsing around him as she shattered once more. Her internal muscles clenched, milking his cock with incredible force, pulling him deeper, harder. He felt her orgasm ripple through her, and it pushed him over the edge. With a final, powerful groan, he thrust deep inside her, emptying himself into her, his hot, thick cum pulsing into her womb. He collapsed onto her, his body heavy and spent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. They lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts hammering in unison. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a potent perfume of their shared passion.
Daenerys felt him still hard inside her, his cock slowly softening, a comforting weight. As Karsus's climax washed over her, the AllSpark UI flared, a sudden, significant jump in the numbers.
Tao has increased from 10,100,000 to 10,250,000
Karsite weave increased from 10,100,000 to 10,250,000
Daenerys gasped, a sound of pure astonishment. The difference was stark, undeniable. The transfer tao and the Karsite weave were happening, and at a rate far greater than she had anticipated. Karsus stirred, lifting his head. He looked down at her, his eyes soft, filled with love and triumph. He kissed her forehead, then her lips, a gentle, tender kiss.
The golden glow setting of the bedchamber seemed to pulse in time with their synchronized heartbeats, the air thick with the scent of jasmine, sweat, and the electric ozone of the Karsite Weave.
Daenerys's consciousness, inside the Targarion Tiefling body, lay draped across Karsus's chest, her silver-gold hair a silken veil between them. The silence that followed was not empty; it was the heavy, satisfied quiet of a victory won not on a battlefield, but in the deepest sanctum of their shared souls.
"That was... amazing," Karsus managed, his voice a gravelly rasp. He stayed pinned beneath her, his skin still radiating the heat of the massive Tao transfer. He looked up at her, a playful, exhausted smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "My god, you're still incredible. Even at fifty thousand two hundred and twenty-three years old, you can still leave me breathless... It's funny, isn't it? That makes you several eras my senior, considering I am only one thousand six hundred and one years old."
Daenerys chuckled, the sound vibrating against his sternum. "Age is a triviality for beings like us who cultivate cosmic energy, Age becomes almost pointless for beings like gods, even the supreme being of the Celestial God Counties remembered their ages in terms of Reincanation Eras, can you imagine the one reincanation era is equal to 100 quadrillion years and beings like Zeus and Mystra have lived for 23 reincanation Era that why even at 50,000 years, Mystra still referred to me as a child," Daenerys says.
Karsus laughed, the sound warm and genuine. Around the bed, the three avatars—the Faerunian Human, the Amazon, and the Succubus—leaned in, their gazes unified by the same singular consciousness. The light reflected off the Amazon's gold plate and the Succubus's glossy black latex, creating a surreal tableau of one woman's multifaceted power.
"This ability of yours... it never ceases to stagger me," Karsus said, reaching out to brush a stray hair from the Human avatar's face. "To split your consciousness so seamlessly. Most Universe Masters would lose their minds trying to process three distinct sensory feeds at once, let alone thirty."
"It has its perks," the Succubus body purred, her voice a sultry resonance that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of Karsus's bones. She shifted on the chaise, her leathery wings unfurling slightly, highlighting the impossible curves that defined her demonic form. " If I used this body every time we coupled, you'd be a hollow husk before the first era ended. It was built for gluttony, after all."
Karsus's eyes drifted to the Succubus's generous proportions, his grin widening. "Well, in that case... I suppose I'll have to look forward to the 'boob job' next time."
"You pervert," the True Daenerys whispered, though her Targarion tiefling body, there was no heat in the insult, only a deep, abiding affection. She bit her lip, resting her chin on her folded arms atop his chest.
Karsus grew quiet then, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the delicate line of her jaw. The playfulness vanished, replaced by a resolve as hard as dragon-glass.
"I am the luckiest man in any timeline," he said softly. "To have a wife who would rewrite the laws of the universe just to find me. Just know this, Dany: no matter what the Chaotic Origin demands, no matter how heavy the curse on my blood grows... we are in this together. We will find a way to break your chains and mine. Even if it takes a hundred million reincarnation cycles, I will be at your side for every second of it."
Daenerys smiled a soft, contented expression that made her look, for a fleeting second, like the girl she had been before the dragons, before the gods, and before the AllSpark. She was utterly sated, her Tao reserves overflowing, yet as she looked into his eyes, she felt the first stirrings of a new hunger. Not for his body, but for the destiny they were about to seize.
The scene ends as the sun of the Internal World begins to set, bathing the palace in a new, hopeful light. The era of the Sovereign Duo had begun, and the adventure they would go on would be written down as legends remembered for countless generations to come.