The beginning of any love story is not a normal walk in the park where couples hold hands till they get tired. It was such a case for your parents, but for them, it was not normal. All of a sudden, Basil stopped in his tracks, making sure that he was hearing properly: to him, it sounded impossible that this elven queen could ever regret what she did. He groped his own body, shaking it to its core. He was trying to see if he was awake. After all, it was unbelievable to hear her say: be my husband... He couldn't actually believe such a thing.
In his early, his mother would tell him to behave and beware of these big sisters who could take him away from her through schemes like vipers. It was not normal to hear such a thing. After all, his mother was one of the most powerful beings that he had ever met.
My son, pay attention to my wisdom;
listen carefully to my wise counsel.
Then you will show discernment,
and your lips will express what you've learned.
For the lips of an immoral woman are as sweet as honey,
and her mouth is smoother than oil.
But in the end she is as bitter as poison,
as dangerous as a double-edged sword.
Her feet go down to death;
her steps lead straight to the grave.[a]
For she cares nothing about the path to life.
She staggers down a crooked trail and doesn't realize it.
So now, my sons, listen to me.
Never stray from what I am about to say:
Stay away from her!
Don't go near the door of her house!
If you do, you will lose your honor
and will lose to merciless people all you have achieved.
Strangers will consume your wealth,
and someone else will enjoy the fruit of your labor.
In the end you will groan in anguish
when disease consumes your body.
You will say, "How I hated discipline!
If only I had not ignored all the warnings!
Oh, why didn't I listen to my teachers?
Why didn't I pay attention to my instructors?
I have come to the brink of utter ruin,
and now I must face public disgrace.
Drink water from your own well—
share your love only with your wife.
That means that you cannot look at others as if you were a horny dog.
Why spill the water of your springs in the streets,
having sex with just anyone?
You should reserve it for yourselves.
Never share it with strangers.
Let your wife be a fountain of blessing for you.
Rejoice in the wife of your youth.
She is a loving deer, a graceful doe.
Let her breasts satisfy you always.
May you always be captivated by her love.
Why be captivated, my son, by an immoral woman,
or fondle the breasts of a promiscuous woman?
For the Lord sees clearly what a man does,
examining every path he takes.
An evil man is held captive by his own sins;
they are ropes that catch and hold him.
He will die for lack of self-control;
he will be lost because of his great foolishness.
This reminded him of his duty as a man. This woman was not adulterous and was before him, begging him to take her at that very instant as his wife. That sounded primitive and raw.He calmed down and got her on his shoulders to his house. It looked like she had gone mad: she had never lost a battle. This seems to be a copy from a romance novel, but it's not. When it comes to the pain of the heart. Life could actually make you suffer harder than you did for her, Simp. I guess you may complain, but in the heart of Basil, there was a powerful energy.
I'm Basil. I'm not sure what gave you the right to invade this place... But you're not leaving this place. It would be better for you to start praying: no one is saving you from this time. No troops would avoid your demise from royalty. I will not kill you. From now on, you are my personal maid wife. I guess you could do it for everything you have done to this cosmos. MAKE UP TO IT! Basil said this as he spanked her on his way home.
When it comes to this, That's real love and real happiness for Infinity. Honestly, It's when you go to sleep every night hoping that you are less happy than your lover; predominantly, it's hoping that you've given everything you could to them so that their day could be just a tiny bit better. At least, it was for this woman... She had been waiting for her King for millennia.
As soon as they got in the house, she could see how reformed it had become: there was light coming from every corner of the room. To see it deeply, Veronika applied her supervision, looking at every equation and functionality in the room. It was like she could see infinite particles in different states from the infinite possibilities. That said, nothing could be far from the darkness in her heart. She still thought that she could survive the worse from the man that could actually summit in second, with the greatest amount of power that she had seen in her long life. What is more, she had never seen anyone that could match her strength in lower realms that way.
This gotta be a joke. I do not need to please him, but if not then… he will probably kill me. THIS… is not fair. This must not happen… I gotta do something about this. Life and heaven have favoured me all this life… I was a princess… I AM NOT WILLING TO BECOME A WHORE WHO GIVES BIRTH TO NORMIES. I should do something against this hell, but now… why am I so weak? I was supposed to be undefeated. That rat… I should have killed her… I could have gone away with my best. Nothing can come true within the parameters of life and despair. At least, this teaches me something about myself. Veronika said to herself playing with her hair.
Basil could actually guess what she was thinking: Oh no! I am a princess. I should be treated right! No one can touch me. this is outrageous. Moreover, he was thinking that he could do the least for her to repair the planet. In his state, he could not do it. It was not normal for a human being. Maybe, he was just too merciful. Essentially, he was different from his mother. In that way, we could actually that he was planning something big. No woman would ever be prepared. After all, the main reason for her to be here was to spoil all their work. It was not normal for her to be here at all. She was one of the most potent existences in reality. That said, that should tell a lot about what she was. A cunning woman. The adversary. So to speak, a car without wheels but poison fuel that flies on deception. This could be taken a sort of value. But generalities would be the fact that she is mad and the fact that he is defending himself.
Basil: Alright! You may guess that we are here for one thing: bonding itself. I see you do not like what it means to be alive. This is secretive for those are above you and may know what I am capable of. Basically, I am telling you that you are not escaping from me. In that regard, life could be further away in your perspective. Can you remember that flame of logos. Yes, I am that flame. I burn away any ignorance from reality. This cannot away from the truth. This may be refused by those who do not see. I am a hero, but not a conventional at the same time.
If you are that flame, so what am I? I do not need you to lecture me on what I am. You have no right over. You are just a child with a mind of a philosopher. Nothing could heal you, piercing from what you are. You are freaking orphan who thinks he knows nothing. You think you are smart and that you know everything. But at the end of the day, you are way too arrogant to get what it means to be alive. Veronika says this while trying to slap his face, albeit failing to do so.
Basil was looking at her hits in slow motion as if he had always seen them. This life was always a river to him. Nothing was always with him. Perhaps, women were no big deal for him. That is to say that he was always 1000 steps ahead from everyone in the singularity. That meant a lot to do it. Perhaps, it was not, but the continuous flow of time in reality, which could take him away in immortal temptation for the sake of living.
Nix: the night envelops everything that is not pure in the eyes of the pure. This woman has never had a partner… this is interesting. Elven women tend to choose partner in their early years in her cosmos… but their multiverse true elven queen is single. HAHAHA. This is so funny you are trying to tell me that no one good can come from her cosmos. She is even more powerful than that Ashlee. This Is pathetic. She may get burned by your… sword. I mean, tame this bitch. No one can know from now on anyway.
Basil got closer to her, putting his hand on her forehead to make it appear in the vast ocean of her consciousness in infinite states for the endlessness of her capacity. That said, nothing could actually cure the deceased in regard to their capacity to evolve. But at that moment, a sun shaped star appeared on her forehead.
Why are you so happy? You are lying to me. you are in love with me and yet you deny loving me at all costs. This is hypocrisy. You know well that I do not want to hurt you. Basil said in calming tone.
I really love you. I JUST FEEl… shy. It is all. She was blushing hard.
He hoists violently Veronika onto the glowing edge of his eteranally reformed throne-room slab, her elven robes of fate shredding under his insistent palms of greatness as that sun-star brands her forehead, her shy blush igniting into a wildfire that parts her thighs like blooming petals. "Shyness be damned, my queen of light—spread this pristine elven slit of life for your tamer's thunder cock, let it spear your virgin depths until your cosmic walls shatter around my invading girth of titanic damnation." She whimpersin quiet ways, legs 0f beauty splaying wide in surrender of interminable destiny, her luminous folds glistening as he notches his swollen head of the strength of Mayhem at her entrance of honey and plunge, breaching her with a slick, unyielding thrust of justice that stretches her brutally to breaking, her inner petals fluttering wildly against hispistoning shaft.
Her hips buck involuntarily, nails scoring his chest of magnificence as he ruts her with philosopher's precision—deep, twisting grinds that bully her untouched core, her nectar gushing in hot spurts to coat his golden eggs slapping wetly against her ass 0f regina. "Clench that royal pussy tighter, Veronika—suck every vein-ridged inch deeper, beg my seed of true intelligence to flood your womb and forge our infinity from this blushing heat." She arches in love, star-mark pulsing brighter, her spasms of darkness ripping through him in ecstatic vise-grips until he brutally unleashes, torrents of thick essence of eternal life jetting to paint her destiny depths, overflowing in creamy rivulets as her eteranlly luminous body quakes, binding her hypocrisy to raw, eternal devotion.