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Beneath the covers, her body was an absolute masterpiece of mature, untamed beauty.

Her skin possessed a glowing, sun-tanned radiance that carried an aura of raw, primordial wildness. Years of Layer 4 essence refinement had sculpted her physique into a seamless balance of soft, feminine curves and lean, athletic grace.

The pale, faintly tanned skin glowed under the silver light, smooth and unbroken by any mark of age.

Her breasts were full, firm, and completely unrestrained, extremely pale and heavenly where the sun rarely touched, the soft weight of them settling naturally as she straightened.

Dark red nipples stood in quiet contrast against that paleness, already tightened by the cool night air, looking almost deliberately enticing in their stark clarity, drawing the eye like a siren’s call.

The sight of them sent a slow, involuntary heat curling low in Sol’s gut.

They looked soft enough to fill a man’s hands and resilient enough to push back against a firm grip. The kind of breasts that belonged on a woman who had carried both power and life in her body for years without letting either diminish the other.

Sol could not stop the hard swallow that moved through his throat.

Though she stood in her late thirties, time had not diminished her in the slightest; if anything, it had refined her into something breathtaking.

It was not only the sight itself. it was the sheer psychological contrast that sent an electric jolt straight through Sol’s spine.

This was the same woman who stood before entire armies with cold, sovereign authority... the untouchable Layer 4 warrior who could split stone with a sweep of her spear and crush layer 3 warriors beneath her spiritual aura.

That high, untouchable figure was now standing at the edge of a secluded pond, bare to the waist without the slightest trace of shame or hesitation, as if flashing her breathtaking breasts to him were no more remarkable than setting aside a cloak.

This nonchalance was devastatingly alluring to him and was almost more stimulating than the nudity.

Sol’s gaze moved almost against his will, cataloguing the rest of what the moonlight revealed. Even in her later thirties, if he had to guess... her skin still held a youthful glow that put many younger women to shame.

It was clearer, more luminous, than young Kira’s or Zeyra’s ...refined by power and disciplined living rather than marked by them.

The pale tan of someone who spent her life under open sky and hard weather covered her without roughness, carrying a quiet wildness that suited the deep blue of her eyes.

Those eyes, bright as polished jewels, seemed to hold entire depths of ocean and night sky at once.

Long hair fell freely down her back and over her shoulders, framing a face whose delicate strength had never needed softness to be striking.

All of it belonged to a woman who had never surrendered her body to time or ease. The mature gravity of her presence only sharpened the effect.

Everything about her carried the double edge of youth’s vitality and maturity’s settled, dangerous confidence.

She had the advantages of both.

And the fact that she was Kira’s mother... his current woman... only sharpened the edge of the attraction instead of dulling it.

Every curve of Veylara’s body, every unselfconscious shift of her weight, every quiet breath that lifted those full bare breasts carried an extra weight because of it.

This was not just the Warchief of the Veynar standing naked under the moon.

This was the woman who had given birth to the girl whose mouth he already knew, whose body he had already thoroughly touched, whose soft moans he had already pulled from her mouth. The girl he had already fucked sensless.

The same bloodline. The same deep blue eyes, only older, colder, and infinitely more dangerous. The same strong, beautiful bone structure refined by decades instead of youth.

Any line crossed here would carry the full weight of that relationship.

On Earth, the taboo alone would have been enough to give a man serious pause.

The idea of wanting the mother while already having the daughter would have triggered every social warning, every moral brake, every careful voice that said some hungers were better left unfed. It would have been the kind of desire a man locked down hard and tried not to look at directly.

Here, under a foreign moon, with the cold mountain water lapping at his waist and the most powerful woman in the northern expanse of the Great Orrath standing completely bare in front of him, that same taboo did the opposite.

It made the heat in his blood run hotter.

The forbidden edge of it slid under his skin like a second pulse.

Wanting Veylara was already intoxicating. Wanting her while knowing exactly who she was to Kira... while knowing the soft, younger version of that same bloodline had already been in his hands... made the hunger darker and more insistent.

It was no longer just desire for a beautiful, mature, powerful woman.

It was desire complicated by blood, by loyalty, by the quiet wrongness of looking at the mother with the same cock that had already hardened for the daughter.

And instead of pulling him back, that wrongness only pulled him further in. Made the ache in his cock throb deeper. Made the thought of closing the distance and putting his hands on her feel even more dangerous... and therefore even more impossible to resist.

...

Not noticing his reaction, Veylara’s hands moved lower without hurry.

The cords at her waist loosened one by one beneath her fingers, each small release deliberate, unhurried, as if the act of undressing in front of him carried no more weight than breathing.

And finally the last piece of the fabric slid down the smooth plane of her hips and pooled at her feet on the cool stone.

She stepped out of it with the same quiet grace she used when crossing a battlefield, and the full length of her body was finally laid bare under the ethereal silver wash of the moon.

Even though he had seen many naked women until now, but still seeing the sight in front of him Sol’s breath came in almost uncontrolled exhales.