Nyx did not hesitate for a single second. She quickly unwrapped her long, bare legs from around his waist.

Moving with a desperate kind of obedience, she turned completely over on the messy silk sheets. She pressed her beautiful, flushed face and soft breasts directly into the dark pillows. She raised her smooth hips high into the air, presenting her dripping, swollen pussy to him in a perfect, shameless offering.

But Zen didn’t mount her on the bed.

He stood up, bare feet sinking into the soft carpet, and grabbed her slim waist with both hands. In one smooth motion, he dragged her backward off the mattress until her feet touched the floor.

"Ah! Zen?" Nyx gasped, stumbling slightly as her feet hit the floor. "What are you...?"

"Stand up," Zen commanded roughly. "Walk forward."

Nyx blindly obeyed him. Her legs were shaking from the overwhelming pleasure, but she let him guide her across the dark bedroom. He pushed her forward until her body was pressed against the massive, floor-to-ceiling glass window that was now covered in thick, spiderweb fractures.

The cold surface made her gasp sharply as it flattened against her hot, sensitive breasts and stomach.

Below them, the glittering Omni Domain stretched out like a sea of neon and light. Flying vehicles streaked between towering skyscrapers, painting their naked bodies in shifting flashes of cyan, violet, and gold.

"Look out there," Zen ordered, pressing his muscular chest firmly against her bare back. He reached around and gripped her throat lightly with one hand, forcing her to look down at the empire she had built. "Look at the empire you built while I was gone."

"I’m looking..." Nyx whimpered, her breath fogging up the cold, cracked glass in rapid bursts.

"Who rules it now?" Zen whispered hotly into her ear, his cock throbbing against her ass.

"You do," Nyx sobbed happily. "You rule everything. Including me."

"Prove it," Zen growled.

He didn’t give her a warning. He gripped her hips with a bruising, iron hold, pulled his hips back, and slammed his thick, wet cock into her soaked pussy in one powerful thrust.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Nyx screamed, her voice echoing loudly against the glass. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The new angle was devastating, allowing his cock to reach impossibly deep, striking a sensitive spot deep inside her core that made her vision spark white. Her knees buckled instantly, but Zen held her up effortlessly by her hips, refusing to let her fall.

He pulled out almost completely, letting her feel every thick inch sliding through her tight, fluttering walls, before driving back in with savage force. The loud, wet slap of his hips meeting her ass rang through the room.

"Fuccck!" Nyx wailed loudly, her fingernails scratching desperately against the fractured glass window.

Zen set a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. He fucked her hard from behind, each powerful thrust forcing her breasts to slide and squish against the cold window. Every impact made her pale ass ripple beautifully and sent violent flashes through the purple circuitry lines tracing across her back and thighs.

The glass groaned dangerously under the force of their bodies.

"System," Zen called out silently, his eyes glowing with dark intent. "Monitor her mental state."

[Scanning Target’s cognitive functions.]

[Notice: Target’s processing speed is dropping rapidly. Rational thought routines are currently at 45% capacity.]

"It’s working," Zen smirked. He pulled his hand back and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to her ass.

Smack!

Nyx cried out wildly as the pain mixed with pleasure, her circuitry exploding with blinding violet light. A bright red handprint bloomed beautifully on her pale skin.

"Does that hurt, Spymaster?" Zen taunted, slamming into her even harder. "Is the great Goddess of the Omni Domain losing her mind over my cock?"

"Yes! Yes, I am losing it!" Nyx cried out. Tears streamed freely down her face, mixing with the sweat on her skin. "Hit me again! Ruin me! Do whatever you want, just please... please don’t stop fucking me!"

Zen slapped her other ass cheek hard, leaving a matching red print, then immediately followed it with five deep, rapid thrusts that battered against the entrance of her womb.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Zen! My Emperor!" Nyx chanted mindlessly. Her brain was completely short-circuiting. She couldn’t process the digital data of her city anymore. She couldn’t feel her S-Rank mana.

The only thing existing in her entire universe was the thick, hot length of his cock plunging in and out of her dripping pussy.

[Notice: Rational thought routines are currently at 12% capacity.]

[Target’s subconscious defenses are beginning to waver.]

"Almost there," Zen hissed, his own body covered in a thick layer of sweat. The pressure in his groin was reaching a critical mass. He was dangerously close to finishing.

He leaned forward, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist to crush her back against his chest. He bit down hard on the sensitive curve of her neck, right on a cluster of glowing purple lines.

Nyx let out a broken, animalistic shriek. Her fleshy tunnel clamped down around his cock with the force of a hydraulic press.

"You are just a greedy, obsessive girl who stole a piece of my soul," Zen whispered darkly into her ear. He gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back so she was forced to look at his reflection in the dark glass. "Give it back to me, Nyx. Surrender completely."

"I surrender!" Nyx sobbed wildly, her glowing purple eyes rolling to the back of her head. "Take it! Take my body! Take my life! Take everything I have! Ahhhhh!"

[Critical Alert: Target’s subconscious seal has been deactivated. Total mental surrender achieved.]

[The ’Shadow’ Soul Fragment is completely unguarded.]

"Got you," Zen growled loudly.

He instantly activated the Primordial Void Breathing technique. His ancient magic surged forward, travelling straight through their physical connection and plunging directly into the deepest, most vulnerable part of her exposed core.

He found the tiny, pitch-black shard of his soul pulsing wildly in the centre of her chest.

Without the massive S-Rank seal blocking him, Zen wrapped his spiritual hands around the fragment and ripped it backward with all of his might.

But the fragment had been inside her for five hundred years, and its roots were deeply entwined with her very being. It refused to detach cleanly, stretching and pulling like thick, burning tar as it resisted the separation.

"Come back to me!" Zen roared, thrusting his physical hips forward in one final, devastating strike.