The dawn hadn't broken yet, but the world felt different.
The air around Vault 17 still buzzed faintly from the system-wide shutdown Rivan had caused. It was quiet now. But not calm. Like a storm had passed, leaving behind its mark—bent steel, broken codes, and trembling hearts.
And in the middle of it all stood Rivan Cross.
Naked. Untouched by shame. Cloaked only in his rising heat and the dew-covered grass brushing against his skin.
He stood on the outer perimeter of the ruined vault, eyes scanning the horizon.
His breath was slow, deliberate. Every exhale seemed to vibrate the air.
His system was awake.
His purpose was just beginning.
LustCore Interface Active]
Biological Energy Level: 97%]
Next Evolution Trigger: Sexual Energy Saturation in New Territory]
A rustle behind him.
Rivan turned slightly, body tensed. Not with fear. With readiness.
A figure emerged. Short brown hair, tight utility uniform. A medic from the vault. Dr. Elaya Vern.
She wasn't supposed to be here.
"You followed me," Rivan said, not asking. Stating.
Elaya's voice shook. "You don't know what they'll do if they find out I let you out."
Rivan stepped forward slowly. The air between them shifted. Thicker now.
"They won't," he murmured. "Because they won't find you."
Her eyes widened. "You mean—"
"No," he cut in. "I mean they won't look. Because soon, they won't matter."
Silence.
The only sound was the soft hum of the night wind, and the racing pulse between Elaya's thighs.
Rivan could feel it.
Not guess. Feel.
His body vibrated with the signal. A gift from his awakening.
Her arousal wasn't a secret. It was a beacon.
He stepped closer.
She didn't step back.
Skill Activated: Aphrodisiac Aura - Low Intensity]
Effect: Passive arousal increase in nearby females. Range: 3 meters.]
Her lips parted. Breath shallow.
"Why... do I feel like this?" she whispered.
Rivan didn't answer with words.
He raised a hand, slow, controlled, and brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek. Her skin burned beneath the touch. Her legs quivered.
This wasn't lust.
It was power.
A connection. Raw and undeniable.
She whimpered softly.
He leaned in.
"Tell me what you want, Elaya."
Her eyes fluttered closed. "You."
He didn't move.
"Say it again."
"I want you."
Rivan smiled.
Power surged through his body like fire in his veins.
Orgasm Energy Detected. Absorbing... 4% increase.]
And just like that, the ground under his feet felt more solid. His skin, warmer. The world, sharper.
But this was just the beginning.
He hadn't even touched her fully.
Far in the distance, beyond the hills and dense forests, smoke rose lazily into the sky. A village.
His first destination.
And it reeked of thirst.
Rivan turned his head slowly, still holding Elaya by the waist.
She clung to him, needy, but confused.
He whispered in her ear, voice thick with intent.
"They think they're safe because they forgot men exist. Let's remind them."
And with that, Rivan took his first step toward the world that abandoned him.
A world he would now claim.
Moonlight fell like silver blades through the jagged branches of the Whispering Grove. Rivan moved cautiously through the tall grass, every step calculated, every breath controlled. The night was quiet — too quiet.
He could feel it.
Not just the wind. Not just the tension.
Something was watching.
His LustCore buzzed faintly in his head, not in alarm, but in anticipation.
[Unknown signatures detected. High female pheromone levels nearby.]
That meant only one thing — a settlement. Or a trap.
Probably both.
The whispers in the Grove weren't from ghosts. They were real voices — low, feminine, and laced with hunger.
He stepped into a clearing and saw them.
A circle of women, nude, bodies painted with glowing herbs and ash. Their eyes glowed faintly under the moon, and every inch of their skin shimmered with sweat and power. They looked feral. Untamed. Dangerous.
And they all looked at him the same way — like prey… or dessert.
One of them stepped forward.
Tall. Muscular. Breasts firm and bare, marked with red warpaint that framed her dark nipples. Her eyes narrowed at Rivan, but she didn't speak.
Instead, she sniffed the air.
"Male," she whispered. "And not just any… You're the one."
Rivan didn't reply. He didn't need to.
His cock was already reacting — semi-hard, throbbing with energy. He hadn't fed in two days. And now, the hunger pulsed through him like lightning.
LustCore Active. Passive Skill: Aphrodisiac Aura Engaged.]
The woman shivered.
And smiled.
"You'll do."
The others circled around him.
No weapons. Just nails, teeth, and pheromones.
He could take them.
But something told him…
He wouldn't need to.
The Ritual Begins
The feral women didn't attack. They chanted.
Low, guttural tones that made the ground vibrate beneath Rivan's feet. The tall one approached him again and pressed her palm to his chest.
Her touch was hot.
Not just from body heat — it was magical.
"Your blood sings," she murmured. "And your cock… it calls to us."
Rivan raised an eyebrow. "You worship dicks now?"
"No," she said. "We worship what you are. The power that runs through you. The seed that can awaken us."
She knelt.
The others followed.
And in the center of the circle, they offered their bodies to him — not out of submission, but out of reverence.
Rivan's LustCore went wild.
Multiple female arousals detected. Power charging… 48%… 72%...]
His breathing deepened. His muscles flexed involuntarily. The energy surging inside him needed release — but not just any release.
It needed purpose.
"I'll take what's mine," he said.
The tall woman smiled and lay back, spreading her thighs.
"And we'll give what's ours."
Rivan stepped into the center of the circle.
Naked. Hard. Glowing.
And then the ritual began.
Time stopped.
The clearing, once echoing with chants, fell into a breathless silence. All eyes were on Rivan now. His cock throbbed with power—not just from arousal, but from purpose. The LustCore surged through him like living fire.
The tall woman lay naked beneath him, legs parted, lips wet—not just with need, but reverence. Her skin burned with tribal markings, her chest rising in anticipation.
"You are the key," she whispered.
Rivan knelt between her thighs, his hands pressing into the soft earth, his presence towering above her.
Yin Source Detected: High Purity | Compatibility: 94% | Initiating Energy Link...]
He touched her belly first—flat, firm, trembling under his fingers.
"Name," he growled.
"Kaela," she gasped.
Her breasts quivered with each breath. Large, full, soft—the kind that begged to be gripped. He obliged. One hand cupped her right breast, thumb brushing her dark, hard nipple. She moaned instantly.
Around them, the other women began to sway again, their fingers slipping between their own thighs. The ritual was feeding off his energy now.
Kaela arched up into his hand, her thighs trembling.
"Claim me," she begged.
Rivan didn't speak.
He leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth.
She cried out—raw, high, broken.
His other hand slid down her stomach, brushing her folds. Wet. Slick. Ready.
Orgasmic Response Detected | Yin Harvest Potential: Excellent]
He slid one finger inside. Her walls clenched immediately.
She screamed.
And then… he was inside her.
Slow. Deep. Dominant.
Kaela's body seized under him as her first climax took her.
The other women moaned in sync, some dropping to the ground, lost in shared sensation.
Yin Absorption: 31%... 64%... 91%...]
Rivan's rhythm quickened. Each thrust deeper. More powerful. Every moan he pulled from her fed the fire within him.
Kaela came again. And again.
He held her close, locked in that moment—not just of pleasure, but ascension.
Yin Harvest Complete. Power Boost +2 | Stamina +3 | Lust Aura Expanded.]
When he finally released inside her, it wasn't an end.
It was ignition.
A column of flame burst upward from the ground—silent, controlled, and felt across the nearby valley.
The village had been warned:
He was coming.
And no woman would leave untouched.
Morning light bled through the mist as Rivan stepped from the clearing.
Kaela lay asleep in the center, her body glowing faintly from the energy still coursing through her. The other women knelt in stillness—sated, changed. Not conquered… transformed.
He didn't say goodbye.
He didn't need to.
The energy tether between them pulsed gently—an unbreakable thread that tied her to his growing empire.
System Update: LustCore Network Extended | New Flame Link Added: Kaela – Role: Wildheart Priestess]
He walked north.
Toward smoke.
Toward civilization.
Outskirts of Mirevale Village
Two guards—both women—stood half-asleep at the wooden gate, spears leaning lazily against their shoulders. They weren't trained soldiers. Just locals tasked with watching for wildlife.
They didn't expect what they saw.
A man.
Naked.
Hard.
Glowing faintly like something pulled from the sun.
Their mouths parted.
One dropped her spear.
The other clutched the edge of the gate, thighs trembling.
He walked forward without a word.
The gate creaked open by instinct alone.
System Alert: Pheromone Effect Engaged – 72% susceptibility in female targets within 10m radius]
Inside, the village buzzed with normal life—children laughing, merchants haggling, ovens baking.
But that buzz died the moment Rivan entered.
Women stared.
Some dropped pots.
One fainted.
A tall, armored woman stepped out from the town hall. She had silver hair tied back, firm arms, and armor that did little to hide her generous curves.
She looked at him. And didn't blink.
"You're the one from the signal," she said.
He nodded.
She stepped forward, jaw tight, eyes narrowing.
"You're either a gift from the gods... or the devil sent to break us."
He smiled.
"Does it matter?"
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Next Chapter (18): The Trial of Thirst Begins [18+]
New temptations. A woman who won't submit so easily.
And the first manhunt begins — but this time, they want to be caught.
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