The Starlance carved through the void toward the Umbralis System, its starfire runes pulsing as it neared the shadowed realm—a kingdom of dark spires and crimson skies, a rival to Aeltharion and Varenthia. King Zevryn Thaloryn stood on the bridge, his white hair tied back, his violet eyes fixed on the holo-display of Umbralis's defenses. His obsidian armor gleamed, his silver tattoos glowing with starfire, a mark of his dual kingship. Beneath his armor, his royal dick—more veiny, an extra inch longer—rested heavily, its power a quiet force, though his mind was consumed by the hunt for Mira Tselvar and Kaelith Varn, who had fled with the Starheart through a rift. The artifact's temporal rifts threatened galactic stability, and Zevryn's political intelligence demanded a decisive strike.Lysara Veyne worked beside him, her shadowweave armor shimmering, her dark hair framing her sharp face, her amber eyes scanning rift data. Her shadow magic probed the Umbralis System, sensing the Starheart's chaotic energy. "They're fortifying," she said, her voice low, their recent passion strengthening their bond. "Umbralis has allied with Noctarys remnants—Kaelith's influence. We'll face an army." Zevryn nodded, his starfire flaring, his tattoos blazing. "We hit their capital, Valthor," he growled, his voice a kingly command. "The dragon riders will lead—Lysara, coordinate with Tharion."Selene Mirath, her golden hair loose, her starry eyes wide, adjusted the charts. "The rift trail ends at Valthor's palace," she reported, her voice urgent. "But the Starheart's energy is spiking—stable rifts are opening across Umbralis. We need to move fast." Zevryn's dual kingship weighed on him, the stakes higher than ever, his resolve unshaken.That night, exhausted from planning, Zevryn retired to his quarters, the chamber a fortress of obsidian and starlight, its walls etched with runes. He shed his armor, his muscular frame relaxing on the silken bed, his royal dick—veiny and an inch longer—softening as sleep claimed him. In the stillness, an unseen figure slipped through the shadows, a thief cloaked in black, their face obscured by a hood. The intruder moved with silent precision, their breath shallow as they knelt beside the sleeping king.Zevryn stirred slightly, a dream of Lysara's touch stirring his royal dick to hardness. The thief's hands—nimble and cold—wrapped around it, stroking gently at first, then with purpose. Zevryn moaned in his sleep, his starfire dimming, unaware as the thief's lips closed around his cock, sucking with a practiced rhythm. The veiny length pulsed, the extra inch a challenge the intruder met with skill, their tongue tracing every ridge, drawing him deeper. Zevryn's body tensed, his cum spilling into the thief's mouth, thick and hot, the sensation blurring into his dream. The intruder drank it all, their hood concealing their reaction, before vanishing into the shadows as silently as they'd come.Morning light filtered through the starlit window, and Zevryn awoke, his violet eyes blinking against the dawn. He felt a strange satisfaction, his royal dick still tingling, but as he rose, he noticed no trace of cum on the sheets or his skin—unusual given the intensity of his release. His political mind sharpened, a flicker of suspicion rising. "Someone was here," he muttered, his starfire flaring, his tattoos glowing as he searched the room. No sign remained, but the missing cum raised questions—what would a thief do with a king's essence? A ritual? A weapon? The mystery gnawed at him.He joined Lysara and Selene on the bridge, his expression guarded. "We've got a breach," he said, his voice hard. "Someone entered my quarters last night—took something." Lysara's amber eyes narrowed, her shadow magic coiling. "Your cum?" she asked, her tone a mix of concern and jealousy. Zevryn nodded, his royal dick stirring at her intensity, though he suppressed it. "I don't know their intent, but it's a risk. Stay vigilant."The Starlance entered Umbralis airspace, its sensors detecting Valthor's defenses—shadowsteel turrets and Noctarys warships, their dark hulls bristling with weapons. Zevryn led the assault, his dragon riders—commanded by Tharion, his celestial dragon roaring—charging ahead. "For Aeltharion and Varenthia!" he roared, his starfire sword igniting, his tattoos blazing as he cut through a turret, its operator screaming as blood sprayed, the stench of molten metal filling the air.Lysara's shadow magic struck alongside, tendrils crushing a warship's bridge, snapping necks, blood pooling as she fought with lethal grace. The battle raged, the Starlance weaving through enemy fire, its cannons blasting shadowsteel apart. Inside Valthor's palace, Mira and Kaelith awaited, the Starheart pulsing at the throne room's center, its rifts warping the walls—frozen soldiers, accelerated decay, a chaotic tableau.Zevryn burst in, his sword clashing with Kaelith's shadowsteel blade, sparks flying as their magics collided. Lysara tackled Mira, her shadows pinning the thief, but the Starheart flared, a rift opening beneath them. Kaelith slashed, forcing Zevryn back, and Mira broke free, leaping through the rift with Kaelith, the portal snapping shut, leaving a temporal scar. "They're adapting," Lysara panted, her amber eyes fierce, her shadow magic fading.Zevryn cursed, his starfire flaring, his tattoos glowing. "Selene, trace the new rift," he ordered via comm. Selene's voice crackled, "It leads to Solaris—another rival kingdom. They're building an alliance." Zevryn's dual kingship faced a growing threat, the thief's mysterious act adding an unknown variable, the betrayal arc deepening with each move.
