Chapter 47: The Forbidden Garden
The wind carried a strange scent as Riven descended from the blazing Ember Hills, the warmth of Lysara's touch still lingering on his skin like a kiss from fire itself. Yet ahead, the land shifted — the terrain darkened and thickened into a forest unlike any he'd seen. Its vines twisted unnaturally, curling like beckoning fingers, and the trees seemed to breathe with a rhythm of their own. A forbidden place whispered of in Elvarian legend — The Garden of Nyxaria.
It was said no man, nor even woman, had ever stepped within and returned unchanged. It was not guarded by beasts or walls — but by desire itself.
As Riven stepped beyond the threshold, a veil of violet mist brushed over him like silk. Flowers opened with his presence, releasing thick, perfumed pollen that clouded the air with a sweet, heady musk. His body tingled. The very forest watched him.
And then she emerged.
From between the black lilies and serpent-rooted trees, she appeared — the Nyxari, the forbidden guardian of the garden. Her name was whispered through ancient lips only in longing: Velzara.
She was tall and willowy, her skin a deep, velvet indigo that shimmered like the night sky — speckled faintly with soft luminescent freckles that pulsed in rhythm with the garden. Her long hair spilled in cascading coils of moonlit silver, some strands wrapping gently around her limbs as if alive. She walked barefoot, each step summoning blooms in her wake.
Velzara's boobs were small and firm, high on her chest — the perfect handful, supple and smooth, with midnight-hued nipples that stood taut against the cool air, dusted faintly in glowing pollen. Her eyes were ancient — silver rings swirling with ageless power and sorrow. Her voice was a whisper and a command, wrapped in temptation.
"You are not meant to be here, mortal... but the garden has chosen you."
Riven couldn't speak. His cock throbbed with need as if the very land aroused him. Velzara's gaze fell upon it with an amused, sultry tilt of her head.
She knelt before him — slowly, reverently — and let her lips part. Her breath was cool and sweet, like mint soaked in moonlight. Her tongue flicked along his shaft, deliberate and slow, her silvery hair brushing over his thighs like teasing vines. Then she drew him fully into her mouth.
Her lips were soft, impossibly plush, her tongue cold and slippery as it swirled around his tip. The contrast of her cool, wet mouth and the humid heat of the garden was maddening. She moaned faintly, vibrations passing into his length, sending waves of pressure spiraling through him.
Then she rose, leading him deeper into the Garden, where a massive dark lily bloomed like a silken bed. She lay back, parting her legs, and Riven's breath caught.
Velzara's pussy was a shimmering violet, slick and soft, the petals of her folds faintly glowing like bioluminescent orchids. The scent was intoxicating — like sweet plum wine mixed with lavender and shadow. It was completely smooth and shaved, glistening with anticipation, and the outer lips were slightly firm — tight and sculpted, contrasting the slippery softness hidden within.
He knelt between her legs and tasted her.
Her flavor was floral and dark — like forbidden nectar, a mixture of honeysuckle and nightshade. It coated his tongue and ignited something primal inside him. Her moans were musical, breathy and delicate, the sound of forbidden fruit being devoured.
She whispered, "Breed me… defy the ancient pacts. Let this Garden remember your name."
Without hesitation, Riven entered her — slowly, savoring the way her tight, cold core adjusted around his heat. They moved together in missionary, his body pressing over hers as her glowing freckles lit up beneath him, pulsing with every thrust. Her hands gripped his back, nails sharp but not painful — leaving glowing trails where they scraped.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her voice low and reverent. "Harder… let me feel the warmth I've never known."
Riven pounded deeper into her, her pussy clenching around him like wet silk, velvet and tight, rippling with magical tension. She shifted, rolling her hips and guiding him into a new rhythm — and he moved into the lotus position, sitting with her legs wrapped around his waist, their foreheads pressed together as the Garden sighed and bloomed around them.
He felt her inner muscles flutter and grip, her orgasm crashing like a wave of silver lightning through her body. Her small breasts heaved against his chest, her nipples stiff against his skin, and her moans became deeper, more desperate.
She leaned back, pulling him into doggy style, bracing herself against a bed of glowing mushrooms. Her violet pussy opened to him again, glistening and flexing with need. He slid into her from behind, hands gripping her narrow waist, watching the soft ripple of her indigo ass and glowing freckles dance beneath his touch.
With every thrust, the Garden bloomed — trees trembling, petals opening, light pulsing in time with their passion.
When he came, he erupted deep within her, his hot seed filling her cool, fluttering womb. The contrast of temperature and magic sent her body into a final, arching climax, her scream echoing through the forbidden realm.
They collapsed together beneath the blossoming canopy. Velzara's fingers ran over his chest, drawing glowing patterns with her nails. She whispered, "You've broken the law of ages… and awakened something buried."
As he looked up at the glowing sky through the vines, Riven felt it — a pulse beneath the earth, something ancient stirred. But wrapped in Velzara's arms, her small, firm body pressed to his side, her scent lingering on his lips and cock, he felt no fear.
Only longing for what was yet to come.