Crimson Veil (Book I)

Tempting the Chaos

Elena lay sprawled in the centre of the training room, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Every muscle ached, and her mind was still reeling from the power she had unleashed. The air was thick with the aftermath of magic, still crackling in the room like static electricity. Her body hummed with it—dangerous, potent, and undeniably exhilarating. She tried to catch her breath, but the sensation of the power coursing through her veins refused to let her calm.

Dante was the first to move. He knelt beside her, his fingers grazing the delicate skin of her chest, playing with her erect nipples. Elena gasped softly, the sensation both grounding and electrifying. His touch was teasing, deliberate as if he were testing how far she could be pushed.

"You're incredible, love," Dante murmured, his voice low and full of dark admiration. "Do you feel it? The power? It's alive inside you. Pulsing. Growing."

Elena moaned quietly, her body responding to his touch, even as her mind still buzzed with the remnants of magic. "It's... so much," she whispered, her voice breathless.

Dante chuckled, leaning down so his lips hovered near her ear. "And it's only going to get stronger," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. His hands continued to play with her, drawing out soft moans from her as he toyed with her sensitive nipples.

Lucien moved on her other side, his fingers sliding down between her thighs. He wasted no time, slipping two fingers inside her with a slow, steady rhythm. Elena's breath caught, her body arching slightly off the floor as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her already overstimulated body.

"You're adapting well," Lucien said, his voice calm but full of intent. His other hand rested on her belly, gently rubbing the curve where their heir was growing. "The power inside you is growing as the heir grows. You're becoming stronger, more connected."

Elena groaned, her hands instinctively gripping the floor as her body responded to their combined touches. Lucien's fingers moved inside her with precision, pushing her toward another edge, while Dante's teasing fingers sent jolts of pleasure through her chest.

"You feel that, don't you?" Dante's voice was smooth, coaxing. "Your body's changing, Elena. The heir inside you—it's thriving on this power."

Lucien pressed his palm harder against her belly, his thumb grazing the tight skin where the heir was making its presence known. "The heir is growing perfectly," he murmured, his tone almost reverent. "Stronger every day."

Elena moaned again, the feeling of both men touching her so intimately pushing her closer to the edge. Her belly tightened as Lucien rubbed it, his touch both firm and soothing, sending more waves of pleasure through her. The magic inside her swelled, feeding off the connection between them.

"Look at you," Dante whispered, his eyes gleaming as he continued to play with her hardened nipples. "You're a goddess, Elena. The magic inside you—it's perfect. And the heir? It will be unstoppable."

Lucien's fingers moved faster, driving her closer to release. "Focus, Elena," he instructed, his voice firm but laced with desire. "Feel the power. Control it. Let it flow through you—but don't let it consume you."

Elena's breath hitched, her body trembling between their touches. "I... I can't," she gasped, her voice strained as the pleasure built to unbearable levels.

"Yes, you can," Lucien growled, his fingers thrusting deeper. "You're stronger than you think. Let the magic fuel you."

Dante's hand moved from her chest, sliding down to join Lucien's over her belly. Together, they rubbed her protruding belly, their hands moving in unison as they felt the life growing inside her.