Villain in a Fantasy World; I Level Up by Conquering Villainesses-Chapter 86: The Shereya Dynasty; the Ambivalence of the Sovereign of Seduction
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In the East, the city of Al Zarra, the capital city of the Shereya Dynasty.
Beneath a sprawling violet sky and a moon that was so large it seemed to encompass the world, the City of Al Zarra rose in spirals of dark marble and silver spires.
Massive bridges arced across glowing canals, while every tower in the city was lit with a soft magenta fire that never burned out.
Perfumed fountains shimmered with pink light, and every archway led to salons, theatres, and hidden chambers where pleasure, art, and intrigue blended together to form a curious community.
From the pleasure halls, the women were unabashed as their loud screams of pleasure echoed into the night.
This is a city where women are unapologetically women.
Mixed with the screams of pleasure, the city echoed with music, laughter, and low murmurs that drifted through the streets like perfume.
This is a city built for temptation and beauty, and it is filled with some of the most beautiful women in the entire world.
No one who entered this city leaves unchanged.
Unlike Tartarus that was filled with sweat and blood, and where the air smelled of rust, sulfur, and forbidden magic, this was a city of flowers and perfume, and yet it was a city that no one in the world dared assume as weak.
In the streets, women of all races could be seen walking boldly and dominating the scene as they were followed by docile men who smiled in a fawning and subservient manner.
This was the Matriarchal City of Succubus.
At the center of the city stood the Palace of Endless Twilight- a vast palace of violet crystal and black stone, standing alone as the tallest landmark of the city. Its summit pierced high into the sky and into the glowing moon above.
Inside, stained-glass windows cast deep crimson and purple light across marble halls while silken banners drifted from the ceiling.
Golden braziers released sweet incense that filled the air with warmth and languid calm, the kind that brought an erotic tension with it.
Within this palace’s grand throne chamber sat the ruler of this seductive realm, one of the strongest S Rank Awakened in all of Gomorra, Empress Fierna, the Sovereign of Seduction.
This was a Sovereign that was ancient even by demonic standards, an Awakened that was born in an ancient long-forgotten era.
Yet, she didn’t look like her age.
Few people in the world knew how ancient she was, and those who heard would never believe it because of her looks.
She reclined upon a throne of carved obsidian and velvet cushions where her presence alone seemed to bend the room around her like rubber.
Her long midnight black hair fell over her shoulders in heavy strands, each strand smooth and seductive like silk. No one who saw her would ever associate this beauty with an ancient Succubus.
She was widely regarded as the most beautiful woman in the world.
Her eyes were just as seductive as her long hair strands, glowing faint crimson like embers beneath ash.
Her wings, dark, elegant, and impossibly large rested behind the throne like living shadows, adding a mysterious and untouchable element to her beauty that made every man who set eyes on her want to possess her.
She was clothed in an elegant yet seductive violet gown that revealed ample portions of her skin for onlookers.
Around her, courtiers and admirers, both male and female lounged across silk-draped couches and marble steps, exhausted from the night’s lavish revelry.
This was her harem.
They all stared at her with infatuation, unwilling to take their gazes of as with goblets of dark wine resting in their hands, occasional soft laughter echoed through the chamber as musicians played a slow, hypnotic melody.
The atmosphere of this royal court was filled with erotic seduction.
None of them could look away from her because the Sovereign’s true power is not force or fear, it is desire.
With a single glance she can command devotion, with a whisper she can inspire obsession.
Over the years of her existence, Kings have abandoned empires for a chance to stand in this hall, heroes and villains alike have crossed continents only to willingly kneel at the foot of her throne.
She had the strongest and biggest army of soldiers in the world who were all ready to die for her the moment she asked for it.
Outside, the moonlight washed the city in a violet glow but even after the wild round of sex orgy, she wasn’t blushing or thinking of pleasure at the moment.
Instead, she was thinking of him- Zaratul.
Despite the fact that the event happened that night, within just a few hours, the news of Zaratul’s return in the South spread like wildfire as her tentacles of influence that were spread all over the world delivered the news to her.
And now, she felt conflicted.
’Zaratul...’ she didn’t quite know how she should feel about him.
Over her millennia of being at the pinnacle of Gomorra, she’d met all kinds of men. She’d met wimps, simps, geniuses, arrogant men, honorable men and unhinged villains, but she’d never quite met a man like him.
She was patient though, she was not going to flock after the rave in town like all the young girls who were infatuated by Zaratul.
Instead, she would wait for him to be infatuated by her.
This was her pride as the Sovereign of Seduction, and yet before it happened, her own daughter fell in love with him.
Thinking of Pandora, again she felt conflicted with contradictory emotions and feelings towards her relationship with Zaratul.
10 years ago, she didn’t participate in the Great Battle to kill Zaratul but she didn’t help him either, this was why she felt mildly annoyed by his decision to curse all the men in the world with impotency.
Well, if anything, she had never met a man as petty as him.
’And to think he survived an attack by all those guys...’ her eyes twinkled as her vivid imagination went wild, thinking of how vigorous he was in bed.
But in the end, she thought of Pandora again and pursed her lips.
On one hand, she wanted to seduce and f*ck him. On another hand, she didn’t want to fight with her daughter over a man. And on another hand, she wanted to force him to undo the spell of impotency.
As for her reaction to the news of him having dual bloodlines now, she didn’t react. The news only made her more intrigued and aroused by the idea of Zaratul.
’How does a man with Demon and Dragon bloodline taste in bed?’ Instinctively, she licked her rosy red lips as her thoughts raced with erotic desire.
She sighed in longing and pleasure, then she decided. ’I’ll wait and see’.
She had no intention of joining the hunt for Zaratul, she wanted to see if he was worthy to actually make her long-dead heart flutter with butterflies again.
She bit her lips in a seductive manner. ’Prove me wrong Zaratul’.
