A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1602: Arch, Can We Talk Now?

Archer lined up his hard cock against Evelineʼs wet pussy and started rubbing it; her love juices poured over and covered his member. The young woman let out an erotic moan that bounced off the bedroom walls. ʼʼMmmghh~~ Nmmmmghh~~ This feels so good.ʼʼ

Evelineʼs body responded to his every touch with a passion that set his senses ablaze. She was glowing, her well-defined curves a symphony of softness and strength, her presence pulling him into a dance. Moments later, he entered her slick pussy, enveloping his length in a vice-like grip.

The proof of how much she was loving the feelings washing across her body was her love juices coating him and rushing down her sexy brown thighs. A soft moan spilled from her lips, her back arching, her body surrendering to the sensations ruining her entire being. ʼʼArghhhh~~ Arch donʼt stop.ʼʼ

Her boobs swayed gently, catching the dim light of the room in an almost hypnotic way, each shift drawing his eyes. His hands found her waist, grabbing a hold to support the young woman as he rammed into her tight pussy. While doing that, his fingers traced her smooth brown skin before cupping her breasts, driving him over the edge.

ʼʼAHHHHHHHHHH!ʼʼ she screamed once he hit her weak spot with the tip.

Archer brushed his thumbs over her dark nipples, teasing them gently, and was rewarded with a shiver that coursed through her, her moans deepening. Her body responded to his every thrust, her inner walls tightening around him in a deliciously intimate grip, urging him deeper into her warmth.

He went slow at first, savoring the connection and feeling of her tightness around his member, then growing bolder, more insistent. Her sighs turned to gasps, each one proof to the pleasure building between them, her love juices making every motion smoother, more intense.

Their bodies moved as one, a dance of passion and closeness, each touch and shared breath weaving them tighter into a crescendo of desire that pulsed through them, unyielding and intoxicating, as they surrendered to the moment. The sound of skin slapping and moans echoed throughout the palace.

By the time Archer was done, Eveline was in a pleasure-filled daze with a happy smile on her pretty face. She was sound asleep as he sat on the edge of the bed after casting Cleanse on them and the sheets. His gaze found the window, and the weather hadnʼt improved; in fact, it had gotten worse.

Snow now lashed the world, creating vast mountains of the stuff that the Homeguards had to clean up. He stood up and stretched before making his way over to the nearby balcony, stepping outside only to feel the cold air brushing against his skin, prompting him to create a barrier around himself.

Within seconds of doing that, the snow decided to pile up on the balcony. Archer sighed and waved his hand, sending out a wave of hot air, melting everything around him just as Alexaʼs voice echoed in his mind. ʼArch, can we talk now?ʼ

ʼYes,ʼ he answered.

Following that, Archer teleported to the navy-haired woman and appeared in her room inside the palace. Alexa turned to him with a small smile as she greeted him. ʼʼEvening, thank you for coming so quickly.ʼʼ

ʼʼDonʼt worry about it, Lexi,ʼʼ he waved her away. ʼʼWe needed to do this. I hate the way weʼve been since you found out.ʼʼ

ʼʼWhy kill? She ignored his words and went into the questions.

ʼʼBecause itʼs kill or be killed, Alexa,ʼʼ Archer honestly answered. ʼʼMost of the Allianceʼs population thinks Iʼm the big bad guy, but when they become a part of Draconia, they end up worshipping me.ʼʼ

ʼʼSo you want to become some kind of god?ʼʼ

Archer looked at her with narrowed violet eyes. ʼʼI am becoming one? Maybe in the next decade, give or take a few years.ʼʼ

Alexaʼs eyes widened in shock, but she shook her head. ʼʼDo you plan to kill anymore?ʼʼ

ʼʼYes.ʼʼ

The womanʼs eyes fell. ʼʼYou canʼt stop it, can you?ʼʼ

He paused, his voice low and steady. ʼʼI can, Lexi, to a point thought. I wonʼt cross one line, killing children. Thatʼs where I stop. But the rest? Iʼll do whatʼs needed. This isnʼt your planet with its petty disputes. Here, itʼs a brutal world. Millions have died in the war, maybe more. Thatʼs just how it is. If you canʼt handle that, Iʼll still come see you.ʼʼ

ʼʼYouʼve become a monster,ʼʼ she whispered.

Archer laughed at this. ʼʼMaybe I am but I had to turn into one to survive, Iʼve been hunted everyday of my life since I was thirteen, kingdoms, empires, sects and hunters all have tried to kill me and one day when I was seriously hurt, I snapped and decided to no longer take peoples shit and fought back, creating an empire that stretches across the world and helps people thrive.ʼʼ

The young woman across from him stood frozen, her emerald-green eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, the air between them seemed to hum with unspoken understanding. Then she suddenly surged forward. His instincts flared, his body tensing to sidestep an attack, but nothing came.

Instead, her arms flung around his shoulders, her warmth pressing against him. Before he could process the shift, her lips met his, soft yet fierce, a collision of desperation and longing. His mind blanked, the instinct to dodge forgotten. His hands found her waist, steadying her as he leaned into the kiss, returning it.

Their lips parted slowly, the kiss lingering like a fading ember. Archerʼs hands remained at her waist, his grip gentle but firm, as if anchoring himself to the moment. Her green eyes, still glistening with tears, searched his face, her breath uneven. For a heartbeat, they stood in silence, the weight of years apart hanging heavy between them.

Alexaʼs voice broke the stillness, soft and trembling. ʼʼArch, Iʼm sorry.ʼʼ

She stepped back slightly, her hands sliding from his shoulders to rest against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic. ʼʼI doubted you. I heard the stories from the people who clearly hate you, the warlord, the empire builder, the blood on your hands, and I let them twist how I saw you. I shouldʼve known better. I shouldʼve trusted who you are, not what they say youʼve become.ʼʼ

Her gaze dropped, lashes wet, and she swallowed hard before looking up again, her eyes fierce with emotion. ʼʼI love you, Archer. I always have. All these years, when I thought Iʼd lost you to this brutal world, I missed you so much it ached. Every day, I wondered if you were still the boy I knew, the one whoʼd fight for whatʼs right no matter the cost. And now, seeing you, knowing what youʼve built to protect others and your children, Iʼve never been prouder, or loved you more.ʼʼ

Archerʼs expression softened, the hard edges of his features melting under her words. He lifted a hand, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb, his touch soft against her skin. Before he could respond, she surged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck once again, her body pressing against his with a desperate need to stay close.

His arms encircled her, pulling her closer as he buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. ʼʼI missed you too,ʼʼ he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. ʼʼMore than youʼll ever know.ʼʼ

Their embrace tightened, a vow to never let go again, and as their lips found each other once more, the kiss was softer this time, but no less, a promise sealed in warmth and forgiveness. Moments later, Archer teleported them to his treehouse bedroom, and they dropped onto the bed.

The world around them dimmed, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows as their figures blurred into the quiet intimacy of the moment, fading gently into darkness. Hours later, as the embers of their passion settled, Archer and Alexa lay entwined, their breaths heavy with exhaustion.

He had held back his dragon side, choosing instead to meet her as a man, matching her human passion with a tenderness that left them both spent. The air was thick with the warmth and love of their reunion, the silence broken only by the soft crackle of the dying torches in the room.

Alexa nestled closer, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his skin. ʼʼItʼs good to see you happy, and your babies are so adorable. I canʼt believe theyʼre so lively at their age.ʼʼ

ʼʼOur children, Lexi,ʼʼ he reminded her. ʼʼThe women have claimed that any child of mine is theirs as well, so they have ALOT of mothers to care for them, including my first love, you.ʼʼ

[Sorry about only releasing one chapter sometimes. I didnʼt know where to take the story after 1500 chapters, but Iʼve got a clear roadmap for it and have it all planned out.]