The Lustforged Hero

Liam woke up feeling the warmth of a soft mattress beneath him. He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright light in the room. The ceiling was high and decorated with golden designs that sparkled in the sunlight streaming through large, arched windows. The walls were white and covered with beautiful carvings and shiny jewels. Golden pillars stood around the room, and the floors shone like polished marble, with thick, colorful rugs spread across them.

The bed he was lying on was huge, made of dark, polished wood with a canopy of smooth white fabric hanging above it. The blankets and pillows were so soft they felt like clouds decorated with gold stitching. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystals glowing softly and filling the room with warm light. Against one wall stood a big wardrobe, and near the windows was a small table with chairs, all finely made.

Liam sat up, looking around at the luxurious room. He noticed he wasn't wearing his old clothes anymore. Instead, he had on a soft tunic and pants made of high-quality fabric, more comfortable than anything he'd ever worn. Suddenly, a thought struck him, making him panic.

Did those women from earlier… change my clothes?

His face turned beet red. Oh no… they've seen me naked! His hands instinctively moved to cover himself, even though he was fully dressed now. The embarrassment burned through him, and he buried his face in his hands with a groan.

Before he could spiral any further into his thoughts, the door to the room creaked open. Liam snapped his head up just as the silver-haired woman from earlier stepped into the room. He hadn't been able to get a good look at her before, but now, in the soft light of the room, she took his breath away.

She was shorter than the first woman, with a petite frame, but her body was just as striking. Her long gown clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering like liquid silver as she moved. Her bust was outrageously full, and even though her dress was modest, it couldn't hide her figure. Her pale silver hair flowed down her back in soft waves, framing her delicate face and icy blue eyes, which sparkled with relief and warmth as she looked at him.

"You're finally awake," she said, her voice soft and soothing, like a gentle song. "We were all worried about you."

Liam blinked, struggling to pull his attention away from her. His eyes were glued to the way the light seemed to dance off her gown, accentuating every curve of her body. He swallowed hard, completely lost in his thoughts.

Her voice brought him back to reality. "I've brought you fresh clothes," she continued, holding out a neatly folded bundle in her hands.

Liam opened his mouth to thank her, but before the words came out, a sudden pressure in his pants made him freeze.

Oh no… not now.

Despite his best efforts, his body betrayed him. His embarrassment and nervousness from earlier mixed with her beauty, and before he knew it, his growing arousal became very, very obvious.

The tent in his garment shot up, impossible to hide.

The woman's pale cheeks flushed instantly, turning a deep shade of pink as her icy blue eyes darted down to the unintended display. For a moment, the air was thick with tension, both of them frozen in place like statues. She quickly set the clothes down on a nearby table, her movements stiff and hurried.

"I-I've also prepared the bathroom for you," she stammered, her voice cracking slightly as she gestured toward a door on the far side of the room. "Please, freshen up. His Majesty is waiting to meet you."

Without another word, she turned and rushed out of the room, the door clicking shut behind her.

Liam sat there, he dropped his gaze down slowly to look at it.

His face turned crimson. He wanted to scream, to vanish, to dig a hole and never come out. Oh my God… she saw it.

The embarrassment was so overwhelming he flopped back onto the bed, covering his face with a pillow. "Why me?" he groaned, his voice muffled. "Why does this keep happening?"

Liam sighed, rubbing his temples as he walked to the bathroom, trying to shake off the heavy feeling of embarrassment. The bathroom was just as fancy as the bedroom, with shiny gold fixtures, a huge mirror surrounded by detailed carvings, and a tub so big it looked like a small pool. The walls were made of smooth, polished stone that glowed faintly like pearls under the soft light.

He took his time cleaning up, splashing water on his face and staring at his reflection in the mirror. "Get it together, man," he muttered, trying to pull himself together. After freshening up and changing into the fresh clothes left for him—a simple but well-made tunic and pants that fit surprisingly well—he walked back into the bedroom.

To his surprise, the silver-haired woman was already there, standing by the bed and waiting for him. She looked calmer now, though her cheeks were still slightly red. She glanced at him briefly before looking away and motioning toward the door with a graceful wave of her hand.

"This way," she said softly.

Liam followed her out of the room, their footsteps echoing in the wide, empty hallways. The walk was awkward, the tension between them palpable. Neither spoke at first, both still feeling the weight of their earlier embarrassment. Liam kept his eyes on the back of her head, watching her silver hair sway as she walked, and he couldn't help but notice how graceful she was.

Focus, he told himself. Don't make it worse.

Finally, gathering his courage, Liam broke the silence. "So, uh… who is this king? And why does he want to see me?" he asked hesitantly.

The woman glanced over her shoulder briefly but didn't look him in the eye. "You'll find out when we get there," she replied, her tone polite but firm.

Liam frowned but chose not to ask more questions. The rest of the walk was quiet, except for the soft sounds of their clothes and the occasional creak of the fancy wooden doors they passed. The hallways were huge, with tall pillars and detailed tapestries showing battles, strange creatures, and symbols. The air felt heavy, almost holy.

Finally, they stopped in front of a pair of giant double doors. The doors were made of dark wood, covered in detailed golden designs that sparkled in the light. Strange runes lined the edges. The woman pushed the doors open with surprising strength for her small size, and they swung inward with a deep creak.

Liam's eyes widened as he stepped inside.

The throne room was huge, a grand hall that seemed to go on forever. The ceiling was very high, held up by massive golden pillars that looked like ancient tree trunks. Colorful stained-glass windows lined the walls, their designs casting beams of light across the shiny marble floor.

At the far end of the room was a huge throne, made of black obsidian with glowing red and gold veins running through it. It stood taller than everything else, its sharp, regal design clearly meant to intimidate anyone who came near. Sitting on the throne was a man who looked incredibly powerful.

The king exuded strength. He had a broad, muscular build and a commanding yet relaxed posture. He wore a dark gold-trimmed cloak, and his armor glinted faintly in the light. His golden eyes seemed to look right through Liam, and his strong jawline was framed by a neatly trimmed beard. His crown, resting on his head, was a stunning mix of gold and crimson, shaped like sharp, fiery spikes that gleamed with a menacing glow.