CHAPTER 43: EVELYN SYLRAEN***

After she ate the seed, they waited, and for a moment, she felt hot in her stomach.

She closed her eyes and, steadily, she waited for the seed to take effect. Caelen watched her, his heart still pounding in his chest.

He did not know how to handle this, but he hoped with all his heart that this would work.

The seconds moved like minutes to him. Evelyn’s face changed a little bit, and a soft moan came out of her lips.

Caelen reached out instinctively and made her rest gently on her shoulder. "It’s alright," he breathed. "Let it go."

Evelyn gasped, hands clenching over the nightgown on her breast. The air around her seemed to grow dense and heavy, and it was hard to breathe for a bit.

Evelyn’s eyes opened with a fierce, otherworldly light.

She started breathing grew quicker, and her back bent gently, and something grew out of the side of her head curving into two beautiful curling horns of black.

Her nails grew just a little sharper, her body just a bit longer, becoming a perfect blend of power and beauty beneath skin that now radiated a soft, entrancing heat.

The nightgown she is wearing, once loose and silky, now clung differently, her curves shifting just a bit, refined, her presence so much more than the room they occupied.

Her black hair cascaded, twisting and raising in a breeze that did not exist. Evelyn’s black hair began to shine and ripple, and, transforming into a shower of golden locks that shone like flame, which were dazzling.

Her form began to change fully, and the air around her was filled with a gentle, ethereal glow. Caelen could feel the magic building around them, something tangible that seemed to distort the air itself.

Her skin grew darker as if night itself had passed a soothing palm over her, the golden glow of caramel giving way to a deeper, darker hue that is shiny, smooth, and holding the faintest gleam in the dim light.

Her transformed eyes now shone with a warm, healthy glow, and the color, which was originally a soft brown, now blazed with hot red flames that were still demonic.

The transformation was complete, and Evelyn stood in front of him, a vision of renewed strength and vitality that had been lost.

Caelen’s jaw dropped in surprise. "Evelyn," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "You’re. You’re gorgeous."

Caelen leaned back slightly, his eyes scanning her from head to foot, and lust was building up.

And her eyes... more sharply defined, burning with a hungry light.

She wasn’t Evelyn any longer.

The interface of the system slid into his mind. A soft chime sounded.

[PLAYER INTERFACE]

[Personal Info]

Name: Evelyn Sylraen

Race: Dark Elf–Succubus.

Age: 32

Affiliation: Owner of Artgen Spire.

Title: The Golden Princess.

Status: Stable (Fully Restored).

Affinity: Earth and Gold (Earth affinity mutation).

He looked at the words Stable (Fully Restored) and, for a moment, wondered if it meant what he wanted it to mean. She wasn’t just standing, she was fully restored.

But then his eyes fix on the other line, which was very interesting.

Race: Dark Elf–Succubus.

His face was surprised. "Dark elf?" he said, still looking at the glowing red text.

When he looked at her, wanting to ask, Evelyn didn’t give him the chance. She stepped forward instead, hands moving over his chest before pulling him into a kiss.

It was hard, demanding heat, flavored with hunger.

He pulled back enough to be asked again, mouth against hers. "Hey, it says you’re a dark elf here. What’s—"

"I don’t know," she whispered, voice raw and filled with an enchanting feeling to it, eyes muzzy with desire, which made it hard not to get erect. "And I don’t care."

Then she kissed him more firmly.

He saw it now—the side effects of the transformation. Her willpower crumbling, she surrendered to the lure of the succubus. And against his will, he didn’t resist.

His hand around her waist, then her back, returning the kiss until they both walked towards the bed.

They fell together onto it, lips still locked, arms wrapped around each other. The screen of the system dropped below sight.

There was tension in the room, the air thick with want and anticipation. Evelyn’s kiss was insistent, her lips meeting Caelen’s with a hunger that seemed to consume her.

The transformation had awakened something in her, a primal, searing hunger that had to be satisfied.

Caelen, caught up in the storm of her passion, was reacting in turn, his fingers tracing the contours of her body with a new ardor.

Evelyn’s fingers were buried in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss became more intense.

Her tongue was dueling with his, teasing and threatening, stoking a blaze within him that threatened to explode out of control.

He could feel the heat of her body against his, the suppleness of her contours molding against him, driving him utterly mad with lust.

As they tumbled onto the bed, their movements were a crescendo of need and hunger. Evelyn’s fingers roamed over his chest, following the contours of his muscle, her touch tracing a path of fire in its wake.

Caelen’s own breathing hitched as she released the top button on his shirt, her fingers tracing across his skin and sending shivers along his spine.

"Evelyn," he breathed, his throat parched with desire. "You’re incredible."

She smiled against his lips, her eyes blazing with an inner heat. "And you’re going to find out just how incredible I can be," she whispered, her voice shaking with promise.

Caelen brushed his fingers over the bottom of her nightgown, his fingertips tracing the soft weave of fabric before pushing it upward, exposing her silky, glowing skin.

Evelyn rolled onto her back against him, helping him to slide the gown up past her head, leaving her bare to him. His eyes roved over her, drinking in every curve, each line, every feature that made her who she was.

"Beautiful," he breathed, his voice laced with awe.

Evelyn’s grin was sultry, her eyes fixed on him as she went for his belt, her fingers cleverly unfastening it before pushing his pants down.

Caelen kicked them off, his body against hers, the heat between them nearly unbearable.

They kissed harder, more frantically. She moaned, her hands in his back, drawing him closer, deeper.

"Caelen," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I must feel you. All of you."

Caelen took a step back, his eyes holding hers. He could see the fire burning within her, the same fire that burned within him. He knew what she required, what she desired. And he was more than willing to give it to her.

"Evelyn," he said to her, his voice calm despite the tempest within him continuing to burn. "Are you sure? This is going to be like nothing else you’ve ever experienced."

Evelyn smiled willingly, her eyes alight with enthusiasm. "I believe you," she replied. "And I want to experience all of you. Even your demon part."

Caelen’s heart pounded in his chest as he drank in her words.

He inhaled deeply, his body shifting as the demon form started to emerge. His flesh paled, his eyes turned a rich crimson and glowed with an ethereal light.

Horns erupted on his forehead, curving back in a fluid curve, and his muscles appeared to bulge, more defined, stronger.

Evelyn gasped as she viewed the transformation, her own breathing catching in her throat.

But no fear, only wonder and desire. She extended her hand, touching the lines of his new form with her fingers, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

"Amazing," she said, her voice full of amazement. "You’re even more beautiful like this."

Caelen’s lips curled up into a smile, his deep voice growling as he spoke. "And you’re prettier with the light of passion in your eyes."

His hands caressed her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. He could feel the heat of her passion, the pounding need that was the equal of his own.

He ached to move slowly, to dance over every curve of her, but the fire raging inside of him seethed too hot, hungrier for release.

Evelyn’s breath froze as Caelen’s lips enveloped her breasts, his tongue circling her nipples, teasing and taunting.

She bucked against him, pushing in, her fingers interlacing in his hair. He could feel her heart pounding, frenzied and frantic, racing in perfect time with his own.

"Caelen," she panted, her voice thick. "Please. I need you."

He looked up at her, his gaze burning with desire. "I’m yours," he said to her, his voice low and growling. "All of me."

He positioned himself between her legs, he wants to enter her.

His gaze settled upon hers, not once breaking as she gasped for air in shallow, rapid breaths, awaiting the moment of unison. Caelen felt the heat of her, the dampness that promised pleasure beyond fantasy.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he inserted himself within her, his body folding around hers.

Evelyn’s eyes widened, her mouth opening in a silent gasp as she adjusted to the sensation. Caelen did not move, giving her time to adjust, his body trembling with the force of holding it in.

"Evelyn," he whispered, his voice scraping against his throat with urgency. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, tears of pleasure and joy welling up in her eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "It’s just. it’s so much. So intense."

Caelen’s lip curled into a smile, his body beginning to shift, slow and static, producing the beat of their union.

Evelyn’s whimpers filled the air, her body back-arched against him, hands clawing deep into his back. The sensation was impossible to explain, a symphony of bliss that could consume them both.

Caelen’s body blazed through it, wilder, faster, as he chased the peak of ecstasy. Evelyn screamed, her body twisting beneath his, her nails digging into his skin.

The sensation was almost too much, the pleasure curving towards pain, the need to release growing into a feral, ravenous hunger.

"Caelen," Evelyn breathed, her voice low. "I’m so close. So close."

He could feel it too, the tension wound up inside him, the fire burning hotter, more brightly. He hastened his pace, his body thudding against hers.

Evelyn’s moans filled the room, her body writhing against his, her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Caelen," she cried out, her voice a desperate wail. "Please."

He was tensing, so close that he could feel himself on the verge of not being able to stop. With one final, desperate push, he shoved them both off the edge, their bodies thrashing in a burst of pleasure and release.

Evelyn’s shriek rang out across the room, her body arcing against his, her fingers digging into his skin. Caelen’s own orgasm was all-encompassing, a tidal wave of sensation that crested to sweep him up, to engulf him in its depths, but never reached.

When the tides of pleasure ebbed, Evelyn’s eyes were closed, a soft smile etched along the curve of her lips. She was peaceful, calm, her body glowing with the warmth of their union.

Caelen’s hand reached out, his fingers tracing her face, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. He gazed in awe at her loveliness, at her strength, at the fires that burned beneath her.

"Evelyn," he said, his voice awed. "You’re incredible."

She opened her eyes, her eyes meeting his. Her eyes were warm, full of emotion that he had not seen before. "And you’re wonderful," she whispered, her voice soft. "Thank you. For everything."

Caelen couldn’t shake the sense that something was missing. There was an emptiness, a sense of longing that entered the edge of his mind. He looked at Evelyn, her eyes closed, her body relaxed, and he knew she felt it too, the intense lust flowing through and out of him.

"Evelyn," he breathed softly, his voice still sounding good. "Ready for more?"

Her eyes open, her eyes meeting his. Hunger flashed in her eyes, a desire surpassing his. She nodded, her voice a mere whisper. "Yes," she said. "I’m ready."

Caelen’s mouth creased into a smile, his body beginning to shift again.

He felt the change in him, the fire burning hotter, brighter, the need for release greater with each passing second. He was seated between her legs, his body ready to go again.

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