CHAPTER 207: SEASON 2 FINALE III

"Alright, Nyxi."

He murmured, his voice a low growl, rough with anticipation.

"My turn to figure this out."

Nyx’s lips curled into a teasing smirk, but her cheeks flushed deeper as readjust herself on the bed, she then spread her legs slowly, invitingly.

Her fingers brushed against the lace of her panties, tugging them aside to reveal herself. Her pussy was plump, puffy, and glistening, the soft folds swollen with desire, framed by the delicate curve of her thighs. The sight hit Adam like a punch, his dick twitching despite its recent release, his instincts was roaring back to life.

"Fuck."

He breathed, his eyes locked on her, his tongue flicking out instinctively, tasting the air.

"You’re... damn, Nyxi."

Adam said in a horny tone.

She laughed softly, a nervous edge to it, her fingers twitching against the sheets.

"Don’t just stare, rookie."

She teased, echoing his earlier taunt.

"Show me what you got."

Adam’s grin was all teeth, a mix of bravado and curiosity. He lowered himself, his broad shoulders settling between her thighs, his claws carefully resting on her hips to avoid nicking her skin, if he was even capable to begin with. Her scent was intoxicating, sweet and musky, pulling him closer. He pressed a tentative kiss to the inside of her thigh, his lips brushing the soft skin, and Nyx shivered, her breath hitching.

"Easy."

She murmured, her voice shaky but warm, her fingers sliding into his hair, guiding him.

"Just... go slow, okay?"

He nodded, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze.

"Got it. Tell me if I fuck this up."

Nyx’s laugh was soft, encouraging even, as she relaxed against the sheets. Adam’s lips moved closer, brushing against the puffy outer folds of her pussy, and she gasped, her hips twitching upward. His tongue flicked out, experimental, tracing the seam of her entrance. The taste was sharp, sweet, and overwhelming, sending a jolt through him. He groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her core, and Nyx’s fingers tightened in his hair.

"Oh...wowwwzii...

She whispered, her voice trembling as he licked again, bolder this time, his tongue parting her folds to explore the slick heat within. Her pussy was soft, plump under his lips, the texture driving him wild as he pressed closer, his tongue delving deeper.

He sucked gently at her clit, the swollen bud pulsing under his touch, and Nyx’s moan was raw, her thighs trembling around his head.

"Adam!!"

She gasped, her voice breaking as he found a rhythm, his tongue swirling and lapping, clumsy but eager. His claws grazed her hips, holding her steady as her body arched, her tattoo vivid against her flushed skin. The wet sounds of his mouth filled the room, mingling with the storm’s roar, and Nyx’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking against him.

"Fuck, you’re... you’re doing really goddamned good right now."

She panted, her voice thick with pleasure, her fingers tugging his hair harder.

"Right there... don’t stop."

Adam’s confidence grew at the influence of her voice, his tongue working faster, lapping at her slick folds, sucking her clit with a hungry appetite. Her pussy was so puffy, so responsive, every flick of his tongue drawing a new sound from her, moans, gasps, soft curses.

He could feel her trembling, her thighs tightening around him, her body chasing the release. His tail curled tighter around her waist, anchoring her as he buried his face deeper, his nose brushing her clit as his tongue plunged into her vagina.

"Adam... oh by gods...YESSSSS IM CUMMING!!"

Nyx’s voice was a broken whine, her body shaking as she came undone, her climax hitting hard. Her pussy pulsed against his mouth, slick and hot, her moans echoing through the room as she bucked against him. Adam didn’t stop, his tongue lapping through her trembling cunt, savoring every tremor, every gasp, until she was panting, her body limp against the sheets.

He pulled back slowly, his lips glistening, his serpentine eyes glowing faintly as he looked up at her. Nyx’s chest heaved, her violet eyes dazed but sparkling with satisfaction, her nightgown tangled around her waist. She reached for him, pulling him up to kiss her, tasting herself on his lips, her hands cupping his face.

"Not bad... for a rookie."

She teased once more, her voice hoarse, her grin wicked as she nestled against him, her body still trembling. Adam’s laugh was rough, his arm wrapping around her, his tail loosening but still curled protectively.

"Guess we’re both quick learners."

He murmured, his lips brushing her forehead as the storm outside faded to a dull roar. They lay tangled together, the air heavy with the shared heat of their bodies.

Moments later, they collapsed back onto the bed, cuddling and talking softly.

"Man, my balls feel light."

Adam said.

Causing Nyx to chuckle and reply.

"I just feel mostly relaxed."

She continued, her voice soft but earnest.

"Still, I wish we could do this every day."

"Who says we can’t?"

Adam replied with a sarcastic grin.

Nyx laughed to herself before responding.

"Well, I can’t always be beside you. After all, you still have to complete your training with your sisters, and I have a lot of work to do here with my family and all."

"That’s true, sadly."

Adam admitted.

"But we can take things one step at a time."

Nyx grew quiet, her expression turning thoughtful. After a moment, she called out.

"Babe!"

"Hmm?"

Adam replied, turning to her.

"This isn’t a one-time thing, right? Like, on a serious note, I don’t want this to be a fling and done. But if...

"Okay, I’ll stop you right there."

Adam interrupted gently. He took a breath and continued.

"Nyx, I like you, and no, this isn’t a one-time thing. I have no problem with us becoming a couple. But I need to be honest...it’s only fair to you. I want a harem with multiple partners. If you’re okay with that, I have no objections to us being together. But if that makes you uncomfortable, please don’t waste your time with me, Nyx. You deserve better than settling for something that doesn’t feel right. I know polygamy is legal here for the rich, but I don’t want you lowering your standards because of me."

At this reply Nyx shifted closer, her violet eyes catching the dim light as she propped herself up on one elbow, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder.

"I hear you, Adam."

She said, her tone soft but resolute.

"You want a harem, and I’m not gonna lie...it’s a lot to process. But I’m not some clingy girl who is gonna lose her mind over sharing you. I like you a lot, more than anything else in the world.

She gestured between them, her hand lingering on his skin.

"If you’re building a life with room for more, I am okay with that. I want to be part of it...part of you, part of whatever wild, chaotic thing you’re dreaming up. As long as we are real with each other, I am in."

Hearing this Adam close his eyes, and smile, replying back to Nyx saying.

"Thanks for understanding, still... You want to go for round two?!"

He asked Nyx, who looked at his crotch to see his cock starting to rise again.

"Hmph~♡"

"Alright I will suck you off one more time."

With that Nyx went to work, Adam place two hands behind his back and enjoy.

Meanwhile however different forces where starting to come together.

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"Sniff...

Eleanor Sidners began to cry to herself as she make her way to side of the stone bridge.

It was midnight, but as things are she has yet to reach home, rather she came from her school, all beaten and bathered.

Hey eyes focus on the edge, as she makes her way to jump, as things are she was just tired of everything.

The wind howled across the platform. She was quite the fatso. And her clothes were worn, patched in places, and her face, marked by acne and a crooked nose, was streaked with tears that glistened in moonlight.

Her hands gripped the splintered railing, knuckles white, as she stared down at the churning, dark waters below. Each sob shook her small body, her breath hitching with a despair so heavy it seemed to anchor her to the spot.

The world felt like a vise, home was a feild of abuse, and school was no better.

Her appearance was unsightly, her grades and power was all F-Rank.

Her dreams to become a strong Hunter was close to none, she had no talent whatsoever.

Reaching her limit, Eleanor decided to end everything tonight.

For once she wanted to be in control.

But as she walked up to the edge, and stand 180 feet above the water.

She soon heard footsteps crunched on the gravel path behind her, slow and deliberate. She froze, her heart lurching as a shadow fell across the bridge. And a man voice, low and calm, cut through the wind.

"Hey, kid. You sure you want to do that?"

She gasped, nearly slipping as she spun around, her wide, tear-filled eyes locking onto a stranger. He was older, maybe in his late thirties, or early forties, with a weathered jacket.

His hands were raised slightly, palms open, as if to show he meant no harm.

"Easy, easy."

He said quickly, his voice softening further.

"I am not here to stop you or lecture you. I just... I saw you out here, and I want to help...that’s all."

Her lip trembled, and she clutched the railing tighter, her voice cracking with a mix of fear and anger.

"Help? What do you know about me to help me? You don’t understand! Every day is hell for me, at home, at school, everywhere! Everyone just seems to hate me, they laugh at me, they... they make me feel like I am nothing. I just want peace. I just want it all to go away."

The man nodded slowly, his expression steady, absorbing her words without flinching. He took a cautious step closer, keeping his distance from the edge.

"You are right...I don’t know your pain, you’re absolutely correct. I can’t pretend to know you, when I don’t. But I’ve seen enough to know that life can be a real bitch sometimes. Sounds like it has been kicking you harder than most, my condolences."

He paused, his eyes searching hers.

"But what if you had the power to take control of it? To change things, really change them...

Her brow furrowed, confusion mixing with her grief as she wiped her nose with a sleeve.

"What are you talking about? Nobody can fix this."

The man smiled at her words, as he reached into his jacket pocket, moving slowly so as not to startle her, and pulled out a small, unmarked bottle. Inside, tiny pills glinted faintly, catching the moonlight. He held it up, his voice steady but carrying a strange intrest.

"Just one of these."

He said.

"...And things could change for you. Forever. For the better."

"W-What is that?!"

Eleanor asked, to which the man began to introduce himself.

"Firstly let me introduce myself, My name is G9... And this my curious little customer is called.... Theriogen."

"...Th-eri-ogen...

"Yes it contains Monster DNA... But that aside, this is a new product on the Market consisting of Samples from A-Rank Monsters. Take one of this, and you can become a Metahuman."

End of Arc 2