Sylia, the Dark & Light Saint

September of the Sainted Year (Second Civil Month)

Julend could feel the heat rising, desire curling low in his body with a ferocity that startled even him. It was rare, almost unheard of, for Sylia or any of her Divisions to offer him such a gift. Perhaps something had happened. Perhaps she was feeling guilty. Time continued its relentless stretch forward, but his religious age remained frozen. To be nearly twenty in civil years and still addressed as a "boy" was nothing short of outrageous. By now, he should have left the shelter of his family's home. He should have married, begun his own household and family unit. His girlfriend had waited long enough.

And yet, here he was, caught between the legs of a Division of the woman he both loved and resented. Syl Celia had never truly cared for him. Not the way she did for his siblings, whom she lavished with affection and gifts. He had often wondered whether all those born from the divine were so careless in how they distributed their love.

But this Division was different. He truly loved this one. She was softer. Not as bossy. Less demanding. She changed her appearance often, never settling on a single form since they had entered this space—wrapped, as it was, in the folds of a divine time spell.

For almost the first time in this strange, tender interlude—an interlude she would surely forget, discarding him once more—he had her entirely to himself. And she had let him take her the way he liked it best. She even seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps it was because she had finally received what she had wanted for so long—from him, and from his cousin Kurelli. Then from him and his cousin Guler after sending off Kurelli who grew demanding and unreasonable.

The other man was now recovering, lazily laying in a corner behind a dark veil. He looked dazed.

The little witch was likely using Magic again, channeling it to soothe and invigorate his lower half, just as she had when they had collapsed in exhaustion earlier. Her spells drained fatigue, recharged their Body Mana, and restored their strength faster than rest ever could. Sex with a higher-class woman like her could be punishing. A Mortal's body, even a gifted one, gave Mana feedback in kind but divine Mana was dangerous. Costly. Some took precautions, but those safeguards could hinder the Body Mana buildup. Only the lust-drunk dared using such method completely. For some bloodlines, that carelessness came at a price.

Julend smiled to himself as he adjusted her thighs, his fingers sliding over warm skin. She was even helping him—using her Magic to assist, lifting her legs for him, encouraging him. She was… unusually accommodating today. He was satisfied just watching her writhe beneath him—her naked body utterly beautiful, utterly vulnerable. In this position, he had all the power. The pleasure surged through him as he thrust deeper. She had given him that look again just a moment ago. He knew her looks by now. She had let him enjoy the sight of their bodies joined, her expression caught between surrender and something almost mocking.

He liked seeing himself inside her—liked that visual reminder of his power. And yet… he was the one at her mercy.

He almost laughed bitterly.

She'd grow demanding soon then will ask him and his cousin to return to their earlier positions. She liked being filled by more than one man, sometimes more than two. He preferred not to dwell on that. Last time they used those spells she loved, she had conjured an entire Enclaved Forest around them. What began with growing trees, creeping vines and blooming flowers had become a warped dimension, the room stretched and reshaped by divine force. When her Mana aligned with her Spirits or the Magic of the Gods she served, her power became… monstrous.

He glanced around now. Thankfully, the room remained intact—dim, strangely distorted, but no trees growing from the furniture. No creatures emerging from twisted folds in space. That was progress. He nearly chuckled at the thought.

But Syl Celia was shifting. Her body began to push him out—too full, too close. She whimpered, eyes locking with his, gesturing with a finger toward her other womb.

And just like that, he was irritated again.

She never stopped demanding. She never thought of him—of what his body could take, of his needs. Just hers.

He tightened his grip around her thighs, pressing her back down as she tried to rise—likely to invite Kurelli to resume. Typical. Selfish. She hadn't changed at all.

Julend is unyielding this time.

"You'll regret it if I don't finish you now. You said you needed my seed to feed that forest inside you. Remember?"

She bit her lip, visibly torn. She had managed to sit up again, cupping a breast in a mix of lust and manipulation. She probably thought he was as pliable as his siblings.

He pushed one leg higher and slammed into her again, hard—just the way she liked it. Her body melted instantly, legs rising, hips tilting in invitation. He grinned. She was his again.

He resumed, slower this time, deliberately teasing her to madness. He knew this woman by now. She liked her men dominant. She liked it rough. Her body could handle it—otherworldly and indestructible as it was.

Syl Celia then changed tactics and begged.

"Please… do it like before. Or better yet—take the other opening. My body is shifting again. If it dilates too much and seals, it'll hurt."

Julend lifted her legs higher, folding her body under his thrusts. She arched beautifully beneath him, moaning but still pleading. This wasn't manipulation now. This was desperation. She was nearing her limit.

He kissed her gently, with rare affection and murmured between deep thrusts.

"Let's do it. I'll finish this first, then you use your spell to reset me. I'll do the other part after. Hell, if you unseal it, I'll even take your secondary rear womb. Maybe both. Then Kurelli can take your back again. He always preferred it that way. Me? I've always liked this view best. Must be Mana compatibility."

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Syl Celia gasped.

"You promise?"

He nodded, leaning in to pinch one of her nipples—just to hear her gasp. She did the same to him sometimes. She knew his body better than anyone. Better than he knew it himself.

She nodded frantically now. She had won. And Julend smiled despite himself.

This Division… she was cute.

And truth be told, he didn't mind. He would do whatever she asked, over and over. Because this—this—was the gift he had longed for with all his heart.

Julend wasted no time not willing to risk that she might change her mind, or worse, that her body might shift again.

He thrust deep, hard, and fast, pushing himself beyond his own physical limits—so much so that his spine nearly gave out in the effort to adapt to her far stronger, more celestial frame. But this was the price, and he would pay it gladly.

It didn't take long. His climax hit first, fierce and unrelenting, and hers followed right after—her body arching to a near-frightening degree, as if trying to take him in even deeper. Mana bloomed between them raw, explosive and he could feel the divine pull of her Moonlight essence expanding into him.

Hell, he truly loved that body. It was far more compatible with his than any he had known before.

For a moment, he was sure he'd seen stars form. The force of his release and hers had all but blinded him. But it had been worth it. Every moment. Every effort. The outcome had been more fulfilling, more beautiful than anything he had imagined.

He could feel the ripples of her Moonlight Mana pouring into him. His body recovered at a pace he wouldn't have thought possible. He was harder now, stronger. His muscles surged. His nerves flared with awakened force. His tongue and his eyes burned with Moonlight Magic, and his heart pounded to the same rhythm as his shaft—now swollen with Mana in desperate need of release.

Julend gritted his teeth and lifted her legs again, eager to guide her through that lingering orgasm, the one that refused to fade, the one that sent her Magic into overflow.

Her eyes welled with tears, her expression shifting into something closer to a plea. He didn't dwell on the tears crystallizing at her lashes, or the gems beginning to shed from her rear. It had happened before. Her Mana sometimes crystallized like that. For any ordinary woman, it would be impossible. For a few, it might have meant sudden wealth.

But for a true Celestial, it was just another expression of power.

What he didn't register was that this was only a Division. So why, then, was this body acting that way? Wasn't the core anchoring the Division supposed to be more powerful? Was something else at work?

The thoughts vanished as soon as she bit her lip.

That was the signal.

He knew what it meant. He pushed harder, giving her everything he had. His body had recovered with terrifying speed, and he was more than ready to meet her needs—slowly, thoroughly, the way she liked it.

Her other womb was forgotten.

As expected, the fire had returned in that sweet place he loved so much. This time, it was devastating.

He took his time, savoring it, shifting through all the positions she loved best, determined to finish her well.

Only after what felt like ages did he return to his favorite position—the one that gave him all the power.

His thrusts quickened. They deepened. And then he felt it again. Those familiar ripples of divine Mana, echoing from deep within her.

Not as strong as before.

But this time, he held onto his senses.

And he was very proud of that.

Julend dislodged from her body slowly, his shaft still hard and pulsing with the surge of new Mana. As he pulled back, he noticed the liquid pooling and dripping along her thighs, streaming down onto the cushion beneath her. He almost cursed aloud.

It was only her juices.

He had long since learned that her body could flood around him—so much so that it defied normal understanding. He needed to move quickly before she shifted again.

Without delay, he lifted her legs, granting him better access to her now-dilated second opening. Her body had already shifted beyond what should have been possible. In one smooth movement, he pressed into her, and with the next thrust, he was buried deep.

Syl Celia gasped both times but her eyes, her face, showed nothing but pleasure.

He moved within her slowly at first, guiding the rhythm with purpose. However, that softness didn't last long. As her body opened to him again, his pace grew, quickening to a maddening tempo until she cried out and climaxed beneath him. The look of surprise on her face made him smile. She never expected it to be quite that strong.

He changed their position, seeking one that would be more comfortable. He slipped into her rear womb—the one she usually sealed off, always hesitant to let it be touched, even by him. It was the most demanding of her sanctuaries, and no Division made it easier. Sylia's body was already taxing but Syl Celia, while seemingly more composed, was a mystery.

This one, he realized, was less in control.

The shift in position brought something wild to the surface. The last one, Sylia's favorite, broke her. Her back to his chest, her body impaled on him while his hands guided her hips, lifting and lowering her over him. This made her melt. He'd learned over time that, no matter how demanding Sylia could be, that one position silenced everything.

With her bottom pulled tight against his shaft and her body writhing against his front, she looked vulnerable—subdued. He could almost hear her purr like a cat who had finally gotten her cream.

He nearly laughed as he looked down at her, slick and naked in his arms.

Her legs had parted on their own, refusing to stay where he placed them. When he tried to adjust, she pushed his hands away. She wanted them wide.

He chuckled and let his hands drift down to the place between her legs. A light touch made her tremble and nearly jump out of his lap.

He whispered, "Honey, does it hurt? Do you want me there?"

She nodded. No hesitation. No remorse.

Julend smiled, really smiled, and lifted her, guiding her back onto the cushions where they had moved earlier in their entangled dance. Syl Celia opened her legs again, this time even wider, as he settled between them.

Without rushing, he raised one leg and pushed himself inside. She was soaking, too loose to hold him fully. He slipped out more than once but he held her close, steadying her, continuing without frustration.

He knew from experience that it was just a phase. Her body would adjust. She would soon tighten around him, maybe even lock him deep, as she sometimes did. Her womb just needed time.

And it did tighten. A little. But not enough, not fast enough.

He lifted her slightly, wrapped her legs around his waist. That helped but it was hard to keep that position steady in her state. He felt his mind drift a bit as if reality had been shifting. It must have been the effect of exhaustion, he thought. Then, an idea suddenly slipped inside his mind.

"Honey, do you want Guler in you now?" he asked. "I haven't done it yet—it might help calm your body."

She bit her lip and nodded quickly. Julend guided her gently.

From there, Julend lost track of time. His mind drifted, nearly blank with pleasure, as his body moved on instinct alone.

He vaguely remembered how long they had kept at it. First one, then the other, then both of them fucking her in turn, then in tandem.

He clearly recalled that she had stayed on her hands and knees for a while, or bent again over that table, then the sofa. Her body never stopped shifting, responding.

Then it ended.

*** (Continuing in the next part within the main story)