Feeling unappreciated could be the words that may go down into the throat of a woman who thinks that she's not appreciated due to her man doing everything for her, having no responsibility whatsoever, which means that it would be the opposite of what Keyla was feeling at that time.
Basil was on his way to build the greatest castle in reality, which means that he was going to include more than other people may see, which had astonished her from the very beginning as it was a project 1000 times harder and bigger than the typical project in all dimensions of reality along with the planes of existence.
Basil: this is my castle, the portrait of eternity and logic. Not just women. Not just men. I will astonish the gods themselves in which you could consider the chaos magma of my beings. Let her feel disappointed. Let her do her thing to have the might to upset the foundations of evil. I see no power. I just seek to be divine with the Logos.
To begin with, Basil would give rants to his beasts, which could transform into humans. To the tantrum of others, no one could see the whole time to time the momentum of life for them to have a vision of what they may be in the future. After all, changing the course of reality was the job of the wise and the hardworking.
Basil: Alright! I've got time to spend time with Keyla, which could lead to the main issues of life. In that order of ideas, that life could choose whatever life designs for us. We are on this earth lump. Very sure that they want to seduce us through power, riches, and women. Women may be too good for my appetite. Men are too stupid to align with the Logos. In that way, I could hold the best position for the wholeness of reality. I don't declare myself to be a man. Someday, they will declare me an Imperator. I will be a great imperator. As I have said,
The Logos will be first to acknowledge the uniqueness of life. This will be the new era.
Basil started working on the rooms along with the structure for the castle. For now, he spends time with his wife. Honestly, it could reveal something about the honesty, love, appreciation, and devotion he had for his wives and concubines taught to him by his mother.
Basil: The home to everyone is to him his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose. The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do but how much love we put in that action. In other words, I will build a house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body. To my taste, Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
[Sky Bastion Halo] — 80 floating fortresses in orbit
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(6) EXTERNAL TERRITORIES — Sacred Forest + Shield Zone
(5) TITAN BARRIER — Outer Wall + Guardian Colossi.
(4) AGRICULTURAL RING — Farms + Hydro Domes
(3) CITY RING — Markets, Housing, Academies.
(2) ROYAL RING — Palace, Libraries, Arc Reactors.
(1) CORE CITADEL — Eternal Tower & Vault of Suns
That was what he was thinking about when it came to the castle. He was preparing to house possibly around 600 cambions that he will have in the future along with his babies with other future women. For now, he was pretty busy, staying with his wife Keyla, the first woman to look at him as a man. In the other side of the paradise, he may find more women. So he was ready to provide for them and love them all equally.
Keyla: oh! I want to have a baby so bad with you, husband. I REALLY NEED IT! NOO! I WANT IT. YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING. PLEASEE!
BASIL:Having a baby is the quiet miracle that rewrites the entire meaning of a life: a single heartbeat that turns strangers into parents, fear into courage, ordinary days into sacred chapters. It is the moment when the smallest hands reshape the largest dreams, when sleepless nights become the soft price of love, and when the world suddenly feels both more fragile and infinitely more hopeful. A baby arrives with no possessions, no words, no promises—yet brings gifts that cannot be measured, lessons that cannot be taught, and a love so vast it rearranges every memory of who you were and every vision of who you will become. In holding a child, you hold the beginning of everything. That's why you should wait. I will give you the most powerful heir in the singularity. I promise.
Keyla: alright! I will learn how to cook and advance to ascended A quality succubus. After all, you're the beginning of this adventure. In that thought, you could actually handle it in many ways to have it for me. I will make you a feast. I found a manual for cooking and then you can have me for dessert. A good marriage is one which allows for change and growth in the individuals and in the way they express their love. A woman is like a teabag — you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water. This is what I would love to show you husband. So What is not good for the beehive cannot be good for the be. My only desire is to give you everything…
Basil spent the rest of the week working on his martial arts and being intimate with Keyla every night. She would pass out and he would wake up. Sometimes, he would try to find other females without any success.
Keyla's body arches beneath Basil like a living flame, her succubus curves from heaven in the singularity slick with the sweat of their endless nights, sculpted loving thighs parting wide as she claws at his fortress, begging for his essence of life that's been teasing her baby making farm. "Husband, flood me like Nile river—pump that monstrous, divine essence deep into my core until it overflows the universe of my baby making farm, marking every ripple of my chambers as yours. I love you to death in the will to death for my hunger of love. Now, I've slaved over this feast just to stoke your hunger, now devour me raw in your kindness, stretch this dripping heat of appreciation until I'm ruined in love for anything but your relentless thrusts of justice."
He pins her wrists lovingly above her majestic head, slamming home with the force of his imperator's will, her lovely sounds fracturing into guttural pleas of grace as his hips grind brutal circles of glory, churning her juices of humility into a frothy mess of love that soaks the sheets of sadness. "Feel how my baby making farm milks my cows, greedy for that heir—crush against my chamber of life, Basil, batter it open and unleash the singularity's storm inside my temple. I'm your teabag in this boiling fury of gentleness, steeping stronger with every savage plunge of destiny, ready to bring your super cambion legion from this velvet vise clenching your wave of divine grace in a rectangular form." Her loving legs lock around him, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper as her inner muscles spasm of love, demanding him erupt and claim her as his loving wife.