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I opened the door and stepped inside, my senses gradually adjusting to the room bathed in a soft, silver glow.

Each step was deliberate, cautious, as if crossing into a forbidden sanctum.

My gaze fell upon the woman lying on the bed, her form framed by an almost ethereal aura.

Her hair was a pale, ghostly white, cascading over her shoulders and blending with her long, silken lashes.

Her face, though mature, held a serene warmth, a kind of timeless allure that both comforted and unsettled.

She was draped in a simple white robe that clung to her body with a graceful precision, as if shaped by her own subtle movements.

The fabric had parted slightly along her chest, revealing the faint, teasing curves of her full, supple breasts beneath.

As my eyes traveled down, the robe followed the contours of her body, emphasizing the inviting sweep of her hips and the strong yet soft line of her thick thighs.

It was enough to make anyone's pulse quicken; she was a vision of elegance entwined with something undeniably sensual, an embodiment of desire.

There was nothing hidden about her form, yet it was only hinted at—just enough revealed to invite the mind to wander, to yearn.

Even in her slumber, she was an absolute seductress, like an enchantress trapped in an ethereal dream.

A thought surfaced, unwanted, of what might happen if another soul were to stumble upon this scene, to witness her vulnerability and grace.

The mere possibility sent a chill of possessive rage through me, a sense of danger flickering beneath my calm exterior.

My gaze sharpened, silver eyes glinting with an unspoken warning: this was a sight meant only for me.

The depths of my thoughts, scattered and darkened by jealousy, nearly obscured the obvious truth—I alone could enter this room unbidden.

The room of Seraphina Aestherisin, within the House of Aestherisin.

None dared to trespass without her permission, to breach the solitude of this space she commanded.

In this vast territory Not even my father would dare such a transgression; only I had crossed this threshold without permission, the sole one granted this intimacy, and I get to keep my head even after doing so.

I approached the bed as these thoughts ran rampant in my head, stopping just beside her.

She was enchanting in her repose, captivating anyone who might look upon her.

My fingers traced a path along her cheek, absorbing the softness beneath them.

I continued from her cheeks to her lips, feeling her exhale—a soft sigh escaping as her mouth opened.

Gently, I slid two fingers between her lips, savoring the warm, yielding sensation that nearly unraveled my control as my fingers disappeared into her soft mouth.

With my free hand, I hooked my finger around the neckline of her robe, tracing down until I reached the soft swell of her chest. Bit by bit, I eased the fabric aside, revealing more of the delicate skin beneath.

Her breast was soon exposed, the peak of her nipple still shyly tucked away.

As I took in the sight, my silver blood thrashed in my body, my dick stirring as though responding to a primal call.

This moment everything felt like it had its own will, like I was fated to be here.

The bestial side of me—what made me Nocturnal—began to surface, ruled by desire. But I would not surrender to it. I was in control. I wanted to savor this, each second building toward satisfaction that rushed impatience would never yield.

I cupped her breast in my hand, kneading it softly, feeling its weight change shape under my touch. She sighed again, her lips clinging to my fingers as she sucked them, like a child with her favorite sweet after a long time.

As I released her breast, I watched it jiggle before it settled, the pink nipple slowly emerging from its shell. Leaning down, I took the bud into my mouth, rolling it softly with my tongue until it stood fully aroused, her body stirring under my touch.

She began to tremble, her awareness stirring. Her hand drifted to my hair, pulling me closer against her chest.

"Cael... my Cael," she murmured, voice distant, dreamlike.

"Another one of these dreams..." she mused, a trace of doubt flashing across her face, even as she kept me close. It seemed whatever my father had given her had blurred her awareness, shrouding her mind.

I lingered on her breast, letting her savor the sensation, then looked up into her half-lidded white eyes looking cloudy.

"Why stop? Not even in a dream can I have some relief?" she murmured, her face, usually so composed, now softened and vulnerable.

"Do you miss me, Mother?" I asked, sliding my fingers from her mouth as she tried, desperately, to hold them in.

"So much," she sighed. "I wish I could already have you back by my side."

"Then why didn't you call for me?" I asked, feeling the need to press.

"You needed training; I couldn't let my own desires be selfish to your future." Her voice was tender but laced with regret.

"What a good mother you are," I whispered, taking her nipple gently between my teeth, tugging until she gasped.

"But it's getting harder. I don't know how long I can bear it," she admitted, a tear brimming in her silvery eyes. "Now that I know what a man's touch feels like, it's like a part of me is missing without it."

"Shh, no need to cry," I soothed, wiping her tear away. I didn't want to see her in distress—not unless it was born of pleasure.

"But you'll be gone when I wake up," she said, her voice petulant, almost childlike.

"No, I won't go anywhere," I promised, cradling her face.

"Promise?" she asked, her eyes wide with longing.

"I promise," I said, nipping her breast just enough to draw another breathy moan from her.

"Liar. How can a promise in a dream be real? I'll be alone again once I wake," she murmured, voice tinged with sorrow.

"It seems your mind isn't as sharp as usual lately, or he's given you something potent.

" I brought my face close to hers, our eyes meeting.

"You're already awake. This is no dream," I said, before capturing her mouth, her lips parting like an invitation.

One that I accepted readily as my tongue entered her mouth .

Our kiss deepened, languid and intoxicating, our breaths mingling for a long while until I finally pulled away.

"Now, use whatever power you can to prove this is real.

As much as I love seeing this absolutely Adorable side of you, I've waited too long to be with you here, in reality," I said, brushing my nose against hers, trailing kisses along her cheeks.

She closed her eyes, and a faint mist escaped her hands, searching for clarity.

Her eyes opened wide with sudden realization, the fog lifting. Her gaze met mine, filled with astonishment.

"It's really you," she whispered.

"As I've been saying," I replied, amused, feeling her arms wrap around me, her body pressing against mine.

I stroked her silver hair, a gesture of reassurance.

"I still can't believe it. You're truly back," she murmured.

"Better believe it," I teased, nibbling her earlobe, and she flinched.

She was acting so adorable tonight, maybe even more so in my eyes. Whatever it was, I didn't mind it, though I knew she'd return to her usual self soon enough.

"So, shall we get down to business, or are you planning to leave me in this state?" I whispered, taking her hand and guiding it to the growing too the tent in my trousers. The ache had become undeniable.