Elsewhere, far from the Valemont estate, the night wore a colder face.

Inside a narrow alley lined with half-broken lanterns, a man stood cloaked in gray. His breath came slow, measured. Before him knelt a figure cloaked in black silk — the mask they wore reflected no light at all, only the faint shimmer of violet mana around its edges.

"So," the masked one said softly, voice smooth as oil, "the rumors were true. The Silver Spire… gone."

The man — Lloyd — bowed his head slightly, though his jaw tightened. "It was Xavier. The portal vanished the moment he stepped out. The guild has confirmed it."

"And?"

"They've promoted him. Gold Rank."

The masked one's silence stretched for a beat, then a quiet hum. "Gold… already? How fascinating."

Lloyd's hands curled slightly. "He's growing too fast. Even the nobles are whispering his name. Lady Seraphina—"

The figure tilted their head. "Still obsessed with her?"

Lloyd's voice hardened. "I serve her, not him."

"That remains to be seen," the mask replied, tone almost amused. "Your jealousy smells like devotion, but your fear… that reeks of something else."

He didn't respond.

The masked figure turned slightly toward the rooftops, where the moon was a thin blade through the mist. "Then watch him closely. If he is what I think he is, the Silver Spire is only the beginning."

Lloyd looked up, eyes narrowing. "And if he isn't?"

"Then," said the mask, "you'll make sure no one remembers him."

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Back at the House of Valemont, Seraphina stood by the balcony, looking out at the city's sleeping lights. Xavier had fallen silent beside her, gaze fixed on the same horizon. The distance between them was small, yet the world already seemed to stir against them — unseen eyes, whispered envy, brewing storms.

But for now, under that night sky, they said nothing more.

Their eyes met — and for a moment, neither spoke.

The silence that followed was thick and intimate. The firelight flickered across their faces, drawing faint glows on skin and silk.

Seraphina leaned back, exhaling slowly. "You really cleared the Silver Spire…" Her lips curved in quiet disbelief. "Do you know what that means, Xavier? People spend their entire lives chasing a single Silver-ranked dungeon. You cleared a double dungeon alone."

He tilted his head. "And you sound more worried than impressed."

She gave a soft, self-conscious laugh. "Maybe because I know what happens when power like that starts drawing attention."

"Let them come," he said simply.

His tone wasn't arrogance — it was certainty. That quiet, unshakable calm that made Seraphina's heart ache somewhere deep inside her.

She looked at him again, her expression softening, a faint warmth rising to her cheeks. "I've missed you," she admitted.

He smiled. "I noticed."

Her eyes glinted in the lamplight. "And yet you're still teasing me."

"Would you prefer I change?"

"Never."

Their laughter broke the tension, quiet but warm. Then she stood, crossing to him. The soft fabric of her gown whispered against the floor as she reached his side. "You've done enough fighting," she said, voice gentler now. "Rest for tonight. Tomorrow, the guilds will start their noise. You'll need your strength."

He looked up at her, his gaze tracing the faint worry behind her calm. "And you?"

"I'll handle the noise." Her hand brushed his shoulder lightly, almost unconsciously. "That's what I'm here for."

He caught her hand before she could pull it away, his fingers brushing her knuckles. "You've done enough worrying for one lifetime, Seraphina."

Her heart fluttered. "Then stop giving me reasons to," she whispered.

The room was bathed in the soft, silvery glow of moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, casting ethereal shadows across the antique furniture and the king-sized bed that dominated the space. It was late into the night, the kind of hour where the world outside felt distant and forgotten, leaving only the three of them in this intimate sanctuary.

Seraphina and Celene lounged on the edge of the bed, their black hair cascading like midnight silk over their shoulders, framing faces flushed with a mix of anticipation and unspoken desire.

Their nightgowns, thin and flowing satin that clung to every curve, accentuated their enormous breasts—full, heavy orbs that rose and fell with each breath, the fabric so sheer it hinted at the dark areolas beneath.

The gowns hugged their voluptuous figures, flaring out at the hips to emphasize the sway of their wide, inviting asses, making them look like goddesses of the night, ready to devour.

Xavier stood before them, his tall frame silhouetted against the window, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the chiseled lines of his chest.

The air was thick with the scent of jasmine from the candles flickering on the nightstand, mingling with the subtle musk of arousal that had been building all evening.

They'd been talking for hours, starting with light banter about their shared past—memories of stolen glances and lingering touches during those long, forbidden nights when Xavier had been away on his travels.

But now, the conversation had turned deeper, more charged, as Seraphina leaned forward, her green eyes locking onto his.

"You know, Xavier," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine, "we've waited so patiently for you to come back. We tried not to think about you for just a day... but it only made the ache worse." Her hand trailed idly along the hem of her nightgown, fingers brushing the soft skin of her thigh, drawing his gaze downward.

Celene nodded, her black hair shifting like a raven's wing as she shifted closer to Seraphina, their shoulders touching in a way that spoke of their own intimate bond.

Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief and hunger. "It's true. Tell us, Xavier, have you thought about us? About what it would be like to have both of us, all to yourself once again?"

Xavier swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he met their gazes. The room felt warmer, the air heavier with the weight of their words.

" I never forgot about you guys," he admitted, his voice low and rough. "Even when with the goddess of the moon you two are in my mind. The way you two move together right now, the fire in your eyes... it's driven me mad."

Seraphina smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips that made his pulse quicken. She reached out, her fingers grazing his arm, sending sparks through his skin. "We've talked about you endlessly. How strong you are, how commanding. But also how gentle you can be when it matters." Her touch lingered, tracing up to his shoulder, while Celene mirrored her, her hand on his other side, their combined presence enveloping him like a warm embrace.

"And the way you make us feel," Celene added, her breath hot against his ear as she leaned in. "Alive. Desired. Like we're the only ones who matter in your world."

They were so close now, their enormous breasts pressing against the thin fabric of their gowns, the outlines of their hardened nipples visible, begging for attention. The conversation flowed like liquid heat, each word stoking the fire that had been smoldering between them.

Xavier's hands found their waists, pulling them gently closer. "You've both haunted my dreams. Seraphina, with your fiery passion, and Celene, with your sweet temptation. I never wanted to leave you starving."

Their laughter was soft, harmonious, but laced with something deeper—lust that had been pent up for too long. Seraphina's hand slid to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "But you did, darling. And now..." She exchanged a glance with Celene, their eyes communicating volumes in that silent moment.

Celene finished the thought, her voice dropping to a husky purr. "You've left us starving for so long, Xavier. At this moment, all we want is you..."

The words hung in the air like a spell, breaking the last barrier between conversation and action. As one, Seraphina and Celene slid off the bed, sinking to their knees before him on the plush rug. The moonlight played across their forms, highlighting the way their nightgowns draped over their curves, their enormous breasts heaving with excitement, the fabric straining against the fullness. Their black hair framed their faces as they looked up at him, eyes dark with desire, lips parted in anticipation.

Seraphina's fingers moved first, deft and eager, reaching for the buckle of his pants. The metallic click echoed in the quiet room as she unclipped it, her touch deliberate, teasing. Celene joined her, their hands working in tandem to unzip him, the sound of the zipper a promise of what was to come.

They tugged his pants down slowly, inch by inch, revealing the bulge straining against his boxers. Xavier's breath hitched, his hardened dick throbbing with need, already leaking a bead of pre-cum at the tip.

With a shared, knowing smile, they freed him, pulling the boxers away to let his cock spring free—thick, veined, and rock-hard, standing proud in the cool night air

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