Zena: The First Awakening
Copyright© 2025 by Man Of Myth
Chapter 9: The Glowing Forest
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 9: The Glowing Forest - Before the first stars learned to burn, the Pulse was born, a living rhythm of creation that binds gods, universes, and mortal thought. In the world of Zena, a single clash between two kings reawakens that forgotten power. The impact fractures the laws of reality, echoing through distant realms, awakening watchers, universes, and ancient minds that have slept since the dawn of existence. Now, as the Pulse stirs once more, time bends, empires tremble.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Military Mystery Science Fiction Aliens Extra Sensory Perception Space Were animal Incest Sister Polygamy/Polyamory Black Male Black Female Big Breasts Size Politics Royalty Slow Violence
The Glowing Forest
At last, silence settled over everything. The only sound was their uneven breathing in the forest.
Leaves rained down around them. Dust swirled in the air. Water droplets flickered in the faint glow of the underground forest. For a moment, no one moved.
Every chest was on fire. Every limb shook, and their pulses hammered in their skulls.
But slow groans, strained breaths, and coughs of pain. They were alive.
Cael forced himself up first, clutching his ribs.
“Is everyone ... still alive?” he gasped.
Ryra peeled herself away from him, her hair clinging to her cheek, her voice hoarse.
“Yes, I think”
Leon coughed heavily. “Still here ... somehow.”
Nira placed a hand on his chest to steady him.
“You, okay?”
He nodded.
Lyna slipped off Uruses and examined his arm; her eyes filled with concern.
“You’re bleeding.”
“You’re heavier than you look,” he attempted to joke.
She did not laugh.
But then, a sudden stillness descended upon them, an instinctive alertness. Something was amiss.
Ryra’s head snapped up suddenly. Her eyes widened.
“Zyrian?”
Every breath ceased. Cael spun around so quickly he winced.
“He was by the river. He ... he was there, wasn’t he?!”
Nira rose to her feet. “He was there, injured.”
Leon strained to look up at the fall, but mist obscured everything above.
“Zyrian! ZYRIAN!”
Only the water’s echo responded.
Uruses stood, ignoring the sting on his back.
“He ought to be there.”
Lyna softly brushed his arm, not to comfort but with a sense of fear.
Ryra was already running, barefoot over jagged stones and broken branches, ignoring every cut.
“Zyrian! Zyrian!”
“Ryra, wait!” Cael pushed himself up, limping after her.
Nira then followed, with Leon right behind her.
Uruses pulled Lyna along with him.
“Stay close.”
Every heartbeat throbbed with dread. They searched along the riverbank, among the shadows, and through the glowing mist,
Until Cael skidded to a halt, his voice broke.
“Ryra ... over here.”
Ryra turned abruptly and froze.
Zyrian lay slumped on the forest floor, blood-soaked across his shoulder, skin too pale, breath too shallow.
His eyes closed. Unmoving. Unconscious.
“Zyrian...?” Ryra whispered, voice trembling in a way no one had ever heard.
She dropped to her knees beside him, her shaking fingers hovering over his cheek but not daring to make contact.
Cael knelt on his other side, fury and fear entwined in his breath.
“You stupid, reckless, brilliant, idiot...”
Nira hid her mouth, tears welling in her eyes, as Leon gently put his arm around her shoulders without noticing.
Uruses lowered himself beside Lyna, and they both stared in stunned silence.
The glow of the underground forest flickered softly over Zyrian’s still form.
Then, a faint pulse from his core. A tremor in his fingers. And Zyrian’s lips parted, but no sound emerged.
Instead ... his eyes rolled beneath their lids.
And he slipped somewhere else entirely. Ryra’s trembling hand hovered over Zyrian’s cheek.
His skin was cold. Too cold.
“Zyrian...?” she whispered again, cracking right down the middle.
Cael pressed two fingers to Zyrian’s neck. A beat. And another.
“ ... He’s alive,” he breathed.
Nira exhaled shakily, her hand covering her mouth as Leon’s shoulders finally relaxed slightly.
But before relief could settle, Zyrian’s core wavered.
A faint, irregular glow pulsed through his chest like a damaged lantern struggling to stay lit.
Every beat felt off. Irregular. Waning.
Uruses said quietly, fear creeping into his voice as he noted, “His core, it’s unstable.”
Lyna moved closer and placed a hand above his shoulder, where blood had soaked into the ground.
He’s rapidly losing strength...
Ryra clenched her jaw and shouted, “Zyrian. Wake up. You hear me? Wake up!”
Nothing.
His eyelashes flickered once before his body remained completely still.
Still ... except for the glow. It flared suddenly, blinding, brilliant, and then, everything went black.
For Zyrian alone.
He felt himself falling again, but weightless and airless, like sinking into warm, endless darkness.
Then, A voice. Clear. Familiar. Impossible.
“Yes, finally,” it said, excitement rippling through the void.
Zyrian exhaled a tiny, humourless laugh.
“... Ryra,” he guessed.
“No.”
“No? Lyna? Nira?”
“No.”
Zyrian groaned. “Of course.”
The voice chuckled, a gentle, soft, melodic sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.
“Wait,” Zyrian murmured. “I heard you earlier. You’re the one. Or ... uh. Her?”
“Yes,” the voice replied warmly. “And certainly her.”
Zyrian sighed in disbelief. “I’m definitely going insane. Honestly, I felt like that at the end of my plan.”
“Only at the end?” the voice teased, sounding almost offended.
“You sound like Ryra.”
“I like her,” the voice admitted. “I like all of them.”
“You ... know her? Them?”
“Yes, I know everyone you know and think of, or at least ... sometimes.”
Zyrian frowned. “Are you inside my mind? Are you an ancient spirit or some entity?”
“Partly not. And definitely not.”
“Uh, no, please don’t be cryptic. I am halfway to death.”
The voice softly said, “I noticed, you would be dead if not for me.”
Zyrian blinked, stunned. ” ... You?”
“Yes.”
He let out a faint laugh. “I knew I didn’t have enough strength to pull that off.”
“Not yet,” the voice replied, softly and mysteriously.
Zyrian narrowed his eyes. “How did you help me?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted honestly. “I sensed your energy weakening ... so I decided to share mine. It simply ... worked.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s what I know, really.”
“So, who are you? Will I meet you here?”
“No,” she whispered, “but we will meet when the right time comes. In fact, we aren’t even supposed to talk yet.”
Zyrian’s breath hitched. Something about her voice tugged at him.
“How did you enter my mind?”
“I don’t know,” she repeated, almost apologetic. “I wish I did.”
“You’re very helpful,” he said dryly.
“Hey! I’m trying, and I did save you.”
He chuckled. “Sorry. Thank you. Do you know this place? It’s, argh, SHIT...”
His shoulder throbbed with pain.
“Are you okay?” Her voice trembled sharply. “Please don’t do something like that again.”
“I definitely won’t,” he promised.
Silence. Soft. Heavy. Almost melancholic.
“I should go now,” the voice whispered. “Take care.”
“What? Why? Can’t you stay?” Zyrian asked, reaching out instinctively into the darkness.
“I want to ... but I can’t. Not right now”.
“When will I talk to you again?
“I don’t know”.
He swallowed. “Okay.”
“Remember,” she said suddenly, her tone shifting to warmer, deeper, and playfully possessive. “I know everything about you ... everything.”
“... Umm. Okay? So?”
“I know everything you think, everything you feel ... about everyone.” She said sweetly, “Don’t forget that.”
“What do...”
Suddenly, his core surged with a jolt. Pain tore through him.
Zyrian screamed, a raw, tearing sound, and his eyes snapped open.
The first thing he saw...
Two pairs of breasts are leaning over him. He blinked. Then grinned and grimaced.
“Hm ... am I dead? Did I go to the Lights’ Realm? Because honestly, this is the happiest view I’ve ever woken up to.”
Lyna choked on a laugh and immediately flushed, cheeks turning warm gold under the glow.
“You idiot,” Ryra snapped, then punched his chest.
“OW!” Zyrian jerked, face twisting in pain.
Ryra gasped. “Sorry! Sorry, I forgot.”
She immediately rubbed the spot she hit, worry overshadowing her irritation.
Cael appeared behind her, exhaling in relief. “Yep. He’s back. Only he wakes up from near-death and comments on breasts.”
“You, absolute idiot,” Leon muttered. “If you die, who do we blame for all our catastrophes?”
Zyrian managed a faint grin.
“Glad to know you all care.”
“Care?” Lyna’s voice cut in sharply.
She stood a step away with Uruses behind her, her usually calm face visibly shaken.
Her golden eyes shimmered with the reflection of the luminous forest.
“You fell into a death drop,” Lyna said softly. “You got impaled by a flying rock...”
She swallowed.
“ ... and then you created a hurricane”.
Zyrian blinked up at them. “It worked, didn’t it?”
Uruses let out a short, disbelieving laugh, but one full of relief.
“Only you,” he said, shaking his head, “would risk death to save us ... and then brag about it while still lying in your own blood.”
Leon jabbed a finger at him. “Also, let’s not forget, you are the reason we’re in this mess in the first place.”
Everyone knew he didn’t mean it, Zyrian grinned.
“Enough,” Nira said sharply, shoving Leon aside with surprising force for her small frame.
He moved out of her way instantly.
Nira knelt beside Zyrian, her eyes flicking to his shoulder, where the blood-soaked stone remained lodged.
Her voice dropped. “We need to remove the knife. But if we pull it wrong, he’ll bleed out.”
The laughter ceased. The group fell into a tight, protective circle around Zyrian.
His grin faded, too.
“Okay,” Zyrian murmured, meeting each of their eyes softly. “Do it. I trust you.”
Blood still seeped in thin, dark streaks across Zyrian’s chest and side, dripping down the left curve of his ribs. The stone knife sat buried deep, jagged, still humming with the force of the fall.
Nira inhaled deeply, steadying her hands.
“Everyone, listen,” she said quietly. “We mess this up; he loses too much blood.”
Ryra and Lyna immediately knelt on either side of her. Cael and Leon hovered behind them, their faces tense. Uruses stood at Zyrian’s head, one hand on his shoulder, anchoring him.
Zyrian exhaled shakily.
“Okay, team ... who’s going to cut me open?”
“Shut up,” three voices said at once.
Nira motioned to Cael.
“Heat. Not flame. I need the stone surface sterilised. Just a touch.”
Cael swallowed and extended his hand. A faint orange glow shimmered, controlled and restrained, over the stone handle.
Zyrian hissed through clenched teeth.
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