Rosie's Games

"The continent of which I speak is a realm teeming with diverse races, where powerful creatures, ethereal fairies, majestic dragons, and lingering ghosts coexist," Lucas began, his voice resonating with a hint of intrigue.

However, Rosalind found it challenging to focus on his words as her gaze involuntarily drifted to his bare form.

A surge of embarrassment washed over her, and she swiftly averted her eyes, her cheeks flushing with a delicate shade of pink. How did they end up in such a peculiar situation? She tried to recall the events that led to their current state, her mind filled with fragments of hazy memories. Thankfully, she was relieved to find that she still wore her undergarments, preserving some semblance of modesty amidst the unexpected circumstances.

Lucas, on the other hand, stood unabashedly in his nudity, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Rosalind couldn't help but feel a mixture of annoyance and intrigue. This was Lucas, a man who exuded charisma and magnetism in a way that was a stark departure from her previous husband, Jeames. The contrast between the two was as stark as day and night, further intensifying her conflicted emotions.

"Once, the continent was solely inhabited by demons, who reigned over its vast territories," Lucas continued, seemingly unfazed by Rosalind's discomfiture. His smug smirk only deepened her suspicion that his current state of undress was intentional, a ploy to divert her attention and maintain his air of dominance.

As he delved into the history of the land, Rosalind fought to regain her composure, focusing on the weight of his words rather than the distracting sight before her. The continent's transformation from a realm ruled by demons to its present diverse state intrigued her, sparking a curiosity to unravel the intricate tapestry of events that shaped their current reality.

"The annals of history hold the accounts of a great cataclysm, an event that forever altered the fabric of our existence," Lucas's voice resonated with a tinge of sorrow as if recounting a tale steeped in tragedy. Rosalind's gaze remained fixed on him, her eyes wide with anticipation, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions.

"Rifts, like cracks in the very fabric of reality, emerged in the wake of this cataclysm, but their nature had changed," Lucas continued, his words carrying the weight of ancient knowledge. "These dimensional rifts ushered in the arrival of new races, a diverse tapestry of beings that had never set foot upon these lands before. The ebb and flow of existence had shifted, forever altering the course of our world."

Rosalind's throat tightened as she swallowed, a mixture of awe and dread washing over her. The truth of her own existence loomed before her, an indomitable presence that stirred within her very core. She knew, deep down, that her swallowing was not a mere physical reflex, but because of the naked man in front of her.

She quickly pushed the different thoughts out of her head.

"War became an ever-present specter, haunting the lands that once knew only the dominion of demons," Lucas continued, his voice tinged with bitterness. "The emergence of new races ignited a clash of cultures, ideologies, and ambitions. Rifts continued to manifest, birthing creatures both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Vampires, eternal beings steeped in the shadows, and Lycans, feral creatures of the moon, joined the tapestry of existence. Dwarves, masters of craftsmanship and mining, forged their realms within the heart of the mountains. Elves, attuned to the rhythms of nature, established ethereal forest realms. Elementals, wielding the raw power of the elements, emerged as forces of nature themselves."

His voice contained the burden of a timeless cycle of chaos and destruction.

Rosalind listened intently, her mind weaving through the tapestry of history that Lucas unveiled. It was a narrative etched with the blood and tears of countless souls, an eternal struggle between harmony and discord.

"For millennia, the lands bore witness to the relentless dance of war, fueled by misunderstandings, greed, and the insatiable thirst for power," Lucas revealed. "Countless lives were lost, and civilizations rose and fell in the ceaseless cycle of turmoil. Yet, amid the darkest epochs, glimmers of hope shone through, birthing eras of peace and growth, if only fleetingly, before the cycle would repeat once more."

Lucas's voice carried a mix of reverence and curiosity as he delved deeper into the annals of history. Rosalind's mind raced, absorbing each word with a growing sense of wonder and trepidation. The magnitude of the ancient sorceress's sacrifice and her role in shaping the fate of humanity unfolded before her, shrouded in mystique and purpose.

"If my estimate was right, approximately 10,200 years ago, a momentous event unfolded—the Great Migration," Lucas began, his voice infused with a sense of awe. "A sorceress, gifted with extraordinary power and vision, dreamt of safeguarding her fellow humans, of leading them to a realm exclusively their own. With unwavering determination, she struck a fateful bargain, sacrificing herself to protect the millions who sought refuge."

Rosalind's breath caught in her throat as she tried to comprehend the magnitude of this selfless act. The sorceress's unwavering devotion to her kind resonated within her, igniting a spark of admiration and awe.

"Through her sacrifice, she harnessed the very essence of her being to erect a barrier—a formidable stronghold that repelled the encroaching forces of demons," Lucas continued, his eyes fixed on Rosalind with unwavering intensity. "Within this sanctuary, humans found solace and safety, attributing their deliverance to the divine intervention of this extraordinary sorceress."

Lucas's confirmation sent a shiver down Rosalind's spine. The revelation that a fragment of the sorceress's essence resided within her was both perplexing and profound. Her own connection to the goddess, albeit fragmented, opened a realm of possibilities and responsibilities she had never anticipated.

"So, she became the goddess, revered and worshiped by the humans," Rosalind spoke, her voice laced with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

"Yes," Lucas affirmed, his gaze unwavering. "Throughout the ages, humans bestowed upon her the title of the goddess, recognizing her as the guardian of their sanctuary, their savior in the face of darkness."

Rosalind's mind whirled with the weight of this revelation, her thoughts entwined with the enigmatic nature of her own existence. The connection she shared with the sorceress-turned-goddess resonated with both wonder and responsibility.

"And... you do not know how this fragment found its way inside me?" Rosalind inquired, her voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

"We have yet to uncover the precise circumstances that led to the fragment's integration within you," Lucas admitted, his eyes shimmering with unspoken secrets. "We speculate that the sorceress dispersed fragments of her essence throughout the world, safeguarding the barrier from those who sought its downfall. Your possession of this fragment signifies the enduring presence of her soul, an eternal flame that continues to burn within you."

Rosalind absorbed Lucas's words, her heart pulsating with newfound purpose. The notion that the fragments held the key to the barrier's preservation and the protection of countless lives filled her with a renewed sense of determination.

"The fragments... they could hold the key to safeguarding the barrier," Rosalind murmured, a mix of hope and uncertainty coloring her words.

"We suspect as much," Lucas replied, his voice laced with a hint of anticipation. "Previously, it was believed that the sorceress's body and soul had perished upon the creation of the barrier. However, the fragment residing within you serves as an undeniable testament to the continued existence of her soul."

Rosalind said nothing.

"Atior wanted the Goddess inside you to wake up," Lucas said.

Rosalind's gaze narrowed, her lips forming a subtle pout as she probed further. There was an unspoken tension between them, a current that crackled beneath the surface. "How about you?" she asked.

"What about me?" he arched an eyebrow.

"I— I mean what do you want?"

Lucas's piercing blue eyes bore into her, their intensity magnified by the charged atmosphere surrounding them. A mischievous smile played at the corners of his lips as he responded, his actions speaking louder than words.

In one swift motion, Lucas pulled her onto his lap, causing the water in the tub to spill, forgotten in the wake of their escalating desires. Rosalind's body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as she found herself nestled against his bare chest, his firm form enveloping her from behind.

A myriad of sensations coursed through her, electrifying her every nerve. The warmth of his body seeped into her skin, sending shivers of both surprise and pleasure cascading down her spine. Rosalind's mind whirled, her thoughts consumed by a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

"You did not answer my q— question," she stammered, her voice betraying her flustered state. Her mind struggled to keep pace, her senses overwhelmed by his proximity and the tingling sensation that danced across her flesh.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as Rosalind grappled with the unexpected intimacy they shared. The unspoken tension between them crackled in the air, drawing them closer, and igniting a fusion of desire and uncertainty.

The boundaries between them blurred, leaving Rosalind to confront the powerful magnetism that tugged at her heart.

A gasp escaped Rosalind's lips as his warm breath brushed against the sensitive skin of her nape. Her heart raced within her chest, pounding in rhythm with the mounting tension that swirled around them. It was a moment of unspoken understanding, a wordless invitation that beckoned her to surrender to the allure that enveloped them both.

Her body quivered beneath his touch, his hand on her hips providing a steady anchor amidst the swirling storm of desire and uncertainty. She leaned into him, her back arching ever so slightly, allowing herself to be consumed by the intoxicating dance of their bodies.

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Ehem. So Lucas was talking about the History of Eve's Continent! I created an illustration below but it's too small! I don't know where to post it.

A/N: I will lower the cost of Priv. It's now 699 for 40 chapters from 799 for 35 chapters. I hope you will buy to show your support. Thanks!