My bed was drenched with sweat as mother held her raised legs wide on the edge of the bed and I was standing, smming fast into her, her eyes lit with overwhelming lust.

  It's been about an hour since I got back and dozens of reports and letters covered my table but I haven't opened any because I already got the gist of it. The three regions of Drakoria have rebelled and taken sides with the old mage, taking with them 7 of the 9 Generals of the royal army and more than half of it's awakened force. Everybody that is worth anything have defected, and there's no guarantee that the ones that stayed are even for me. It's easy to see how fucked up the situation is.

  My breath quickened, coming in shallow gasps as my heart raced within my chest. Every touch, every sensation seemed magnified, sending shivers down my spine. As I shuddered with pleasure, pouring another set of cum into her, my body betrayed me, and I colpsed onto her, our skin slick with sweat and shared fervor. We both y there, chests heaving, a silent understanding passing between us in the aftermath.

  After awhile I stood back up and walked naked to my table. I picked up a report and opened it. Suspicions that Montreal might be helping the mage's faction. I tossed it aside and picked another. It was from the chief alchemist. She wants an audience. I tossed it aside and picked another.

  "What do you pn on doing?" I heard mother ask.

  "About what?" I asked, not looking away from the letter I was reading. It was from the king of Montreal.

  "About the rebeling territories."

  "Oh, that," I muttered, my gaze unwavering from the parchment's words. "Nothing."

  Out of the corner of my eye I saw her sat up.

  "What do you mean 'nothing'?"

  I ignored her and continued reading. The king of Montreal, more or less demands my presence, to discuss 'the tensions that threaten our side of the continent'.

  Mother left the bed and walked to my desk.

  "You are going to leave the territories for the rebels?"

  "Why would I do that?" I asked,turning to meet her gaze.

  Never had I ever had this intense desire to possess someone. She looked exactly like you would expect a goddess of lust to look like naked. Breasts so big yet perfectly full and firm like that of a teen even though she's probably in her te 30s or early 40s. Her curves so exaggerated yet fitting. I smiled.

  "Kiss me" I said.

  She hesitated, her gaze flicking between my lips and eyes. For a second I thought she would do it but then she turned and went to where her clothes y.

  I turned back with a gentle ugh, my confidence unwavering. "It's only a matter of time," I thought.

  Shifting my focus, I delved into the stack of parchments before me. The contents were mostly centered around the ongoing conflict, detailing its intricacies and developments.

  The gravity of the situation is undeniably escating.

  Its not like I intend to do nothing about the regions, I just wouldn't do what they expect me to do. As of now those territories are nothing to me. They need me, I don't need them. I will be taking them back because they are mine to take, not because of value, but I will do that at my own pace. Right now they are nothing but a liability to Ulric and his faction since they will be using their own money to buy food for the people and sell at half the price, collect no taxes, and pay the soldiers a higher fee than other kingdoms do. Even if they can do that, how long will they st? The current kingdom system can only work long term for someone like me and a death trap for everyone else, so they will have to attack as soon as possible. And if they don't, then all I have to do is stir the people a little bit.

  I left the table and walked to her, her eyes on me as I approach.

  Her dress was already on and I grabbed her by the waist and gently pulled her to me, our bodies in contact, our faces close. I went in for a kiss. She didn't reject, her eyes closed instinctively as our lips met, the kiss lingering and deepening.

  I pulled back, a teasing grin on my lips as I met her gaze. "Round two, then?" I pyfully suggested, waiting for her response.

  "No" she said, gently pushing me away. "I have things to attend to."

  Chuckling lightly, I conceded, understanding what she meant. I made my way to the edge of the table, settling there to observe her as she dressed. It had become a familiar routine after our moments together.

  As she prepared herself, my thoughts wandered to the challenges that y ahead. Everything will be fine if I can just defend the capital. It's not impossible. Though every mercenary group has refused to fight for us, Helene has promised to bring in some awakeneds, the soldiers are getting the walls ready for war. Everybody is doing their utmost and I knew I had to do the same.

  "How can I learn water arts?"

  She gnced at me through the mirror, without stopping what she was doing.

  "You have to be a water mage to use the arts" she expined, her voice carrying a tinge that suggest we've had this conversation before.

  [Water arts] activated.

  The water gently rose from the cup and floated towards my hand. My palm to the ceiling, it formed a big ring above it and was twirling gently in anti-clockwise rotation.

  In the mirror, her disbelief was evident through her wide eyes and astonished expression. She turned slowly to me.

  "I thought you a witch?" she asked, shock in her words.

  "No" I said, the water floating back into the cup with a sense of autonomy.

  "?φε? τ?ν α?θ?ριον μορφ?ν μου ?ποσπασθ?ναι κα? προχωρ?σαι πρ?? τ?ν προκε?μενην α?τ?ν."

  "<πορε?ομαι>"

  A chilling shiver rippled down my spine as a pale mist separated from my form, resembling a sculpted, ethereal replica of myself. It walked towards her, though it is but air, you can hear the echo of it's soft steps and see it's footprints against the marble floor. When it reached before mother it dissipated.

  "That's impossible"

  "Nothing is impossible for the heavens" I said. "The gods deyed my awakening for a reason. It came at a price but it is what it is"

  With Butler gone, I need someone else I can trust. Someone close, and who else better than mother?

  "What price?"she asked.

  "In time" I replied. "But right now I need your help"

  Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she held mine but then it rexed almost immediately.

  "Only if you will answer me honestly" she said.

  Our eyes remained fixed for a brief moment as I wondered what she would ask.

  She held my gaze for another beat, then out of nowhere,

  "What happened to my son?"