Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2139 By the Gods

Chapter 2139  By the Gods

The World of Phoenixes. The World of Dragons. The World of Qilins. The World of Griffins. The World of Rocs. The World of Fey. The World of Devas. The World of Demons. The World of Fiends. The True Martial World. All ten worlds had one very clear thing in common: the simplicity of their titles. In the world, this denoted power, strength. It wasn't necessary to stand apart with a name alone when everyone knew one could only be referring to you when the name was said. This was the weight that an Elevated World held. There was no need to consider what these worlds were good at, what they represented, or the reason for their existence. Each one captured a legendary of Existence, a Race of beings that stood above all and looked down upon the others with impunity. The only real anomaly amongst them was the True Martial World. The mystery of the Martial Gods was still unanswered by many. Those that knew of their existence or the reason for their existence were very few. Even Ryu, who had been fighting against them either openly or in the shadows for much of his life, despite his intelligence, knew very little. What he did know, though… was that the Martial Gods, despite what they called themselves, were of the Human Race. In this tapestry, woven by the strongest Races to ever exist, it seemed that the Human Race did have a seat at the table. That said… Ryu Tatsuya had never cared for such things. He never felt more closeness for the Human Race than any other. He never fancied himself a leader so he didn't feel the sort of desire to please and/or experience loyalty to any one Race of people. No matter the Race, Phoenix or Dragon, Demon or Fiend, Deva or Martial God… None of it mattered. Before he even stepped foot onto this battlefield, he had certainly already pissed off over half of these individuals. Phoenix, Dragon, and Qilin blood ran through his veins. Just by virtue of his existence alone, they would hunt him down for all they were worth. He had "stolen" the treasure of the Griffins, ensuring they would be quite furious with his existence as well. How could they possibly take into account that Little Gem had come of her own free will? His troubles with the Martial Gods didn't need to be rehashed. Between them… there could only possibly be one surviving in the end. They could no longer coexist beneath these expansive skies. The Fiends sat in the same bubble. Because of Ryu, the rise of a second World of Fiends had been stifled and destroyed, ruining generations of work. It could be said that of all of these, they might want to see Ryu dead the very most. And these were just the grievances that Ryu was well aware of… very soon, he would realize that this wouldn't be the end of it. Maybe by the end of it all, Ryu would be an enemy of Existence itself, no longer having a place to rest his head. As these groups of worlds all displayed their might, because the only ones that could even begin to cross the expanse of darkness to reach the great obelisk, the wheels of Fate began to churn. This Title Stele Gathering would cause a change to the world that even the strongest couldn't possibly have predicted. And yet, the young man it would revolve around was busy. … Ryu's hips moved with a rhythmic cadence, just a tick above agonizingly slow, and almost heart-shudderingly consistent. Eska felt her heart tremble with every stroke, her lips sinking into her husband's as though their tongues couldn't intertwine fiercely enough. She was practically gushing, not just in a physical sense as fragrant juices fell from between her smooth legs, but in a spiritual sense as well. An outpouring of love pulsed from her soul as she fell harder and harder. Maybe she had underestimated the power of the words she had spoken earlier, because all at once, her heart bloomed like a flower at the dawn of spring. Her thoughts danced between how good it felt, to wondering how she could get even closer to this man, to even hoping that Ryu would impregnate her right here and now. She had never desired children before, but now she wanted them more than anything, if for no other reason than to carry the seed of this man she loved so dearly. A faint part of her brain laughed in derision, looking down on her for having fallen so far. But that part of her was only growing smaller with time. With every bright smile that came from her husband's lips, every teasing joke, every caring stroke. "By the gods…" she said, moaning out the words between bites of Ryu's lips, holding onto the sides of his face so tightly her arms trembled beneath the strain. "Take me… take all of me…" Ryu's hand gripped the underside of her other thigh, pinning it to her body again. Now, both of her legs were pressed beneath his chest, dangling over his shoulders. Eska went limp, the pleasure too overwhelming for her to handle. Her consciousness faded in and out, her lips growing too weak to continue holding onto Ryu's own. Ryu, though, didn't miss a beat, transferring a delicate trail of kisses down her collarbone. Every deep stroke led to another convulsion, building into one another in more and more frequent spikes. The grip of her walls around his cock only grew tighter as well, their moist, tender folds enveloping him in a warmth that pulled at the depths of his soul. Ryu pulled back from her neck, gazing at her flushed features and her almost glazed-over eyes. Even now, her beauty was almost unmatched, and he felt a tenderness stirring deep within even his own heart. He bottomed out, stirring his hips and releasing deep within her. Eska's toes curled, her legs flexing so hard she nearly flung him off of her.