Zena: The First Awakening
Copyright© 2025 by Man Of Myth
Chapter 13: The Guardians
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 13: The Guardians - 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
Penza- Under the River
When the beast’s massive foreleg landed on Zyrian’s injured shoulder, pain burst through him.
His mind flickered, then snapped awake. Light flared, white and blinding. His core surged and ignited.
“Nngh...!” Zyrian shouted, his body arching violently.
He tried to grab his shoulder, but found it was pinned and blinked until the world sharpened.
Four keen eyes looked at him, observing and scrutinising. The beast acknowledged the other two with a nod.
They moved closer toward their respective opponents:
A beast placed a heavy leg on Leon’s chest; its core pulsed, a soft burst of white light appeared, and Leon’s burned skin healed in seconds. The pain dissolved, and his breath returned.
The beast did the same to Lyna; her bruises disappeared, her limbs grew stronger, and her skin healed.
Another beast healed Uruses, setting his broken leg and fading the bruises.
The second beast approached Ryra and Cael, shining its light on their wounds, mended bones, sealed skin, and vanished injuries.
The vines releasing Nira unwound and gently dropped her at Ryra’s feet. The beast touched her, and her injuries immediately faded.
The whole team looked stunned, struggling to believe what they witnessed. They hurried back to the branch-bed, crowding around Zyrian.
The beast stepped back, creating space. Nira examined Zyrian’s recently healed shoulder, with the skin restored and colour returning.
“You, okay?” Lyna and Ryra asked together.
Zyrian nodded, his breath shaky but with a hint of amusement. “I’m good.”
He sat up and turned to the beasts.
“ ... Thank you. I guess?”
One by one, the others echoed him, awkwardly muttering words of gratitude, still cautious and visibly shocked.
The beasts bowed their heads.
“So ... are you going to explain all of this?” Lyna asked cautiously.
The leading beast made eye contact with each of them before bowing deeply, a gesture mirrored by the other two.
A voice echoed, deep and resonant, inside all their minds:
“Hop on.”
Everyone jumped, and Leon rubbed his temples.
“Of course, they talk too,” he grumbled.
The leader seemed impatient, lowering its back further.
Zyrian exhaled and said, “Okay ... let’s try this again.”
Cael groaned. “And he’s back. Time to do something stupid again.”
They mounted one by one: Zyrian, Uruses, Lyna on the leader’s; Leon, Nira on the second; Ryra, Cael on the third.
“Wow ... they’re so soft,” Ryra whispered as she ran her fingers through the warm fur.
“Hold on tight,” the leader warned.
And the beasts took off.
A blur of glowing trees. Wind whips past. Branches part as they bow to the beasts.
“SHIT...!” Zyrian yelled, holding onto the fur.
Lyna screamed, not out of fear but with joy, as she wrapped her arms around Uruses’s shoulders, pressing close.
Cael shouted, “Damn, they’re fast!” behind them.
Ryra laughed wildly, hair whipping behind her.
Leon held on tightly as Nira leaned against his back, feeling thrilled.
The beasts weaved through the glowing forest at incredible speed, running, gliding, leaping effortlessly over fallen trunks, and turning sharply without slowing.
After a few minutes, they appeared at the edge of the glowing river, a massive, thundering flow as wide as the great river of the upper world.
Across it, a colossal mountain towered, its peak lost in mist and its width extending beyond their sight.
The whole mountain glowed softly, alive just like the rest of this hidden world.
“Wow...” Nira inhaled sharply.
Everyone nodded silently, overwhelmed. The beasts moved to the river’s edge.
Their cores flared, their twelve eyes lit up, and the ground shook. The river slowed, stopped, and parted.
A path opened along the riverbed, water held back by invisible walls.
“That’s ... beautiful,” Lyna breathed.
“Incredible,” Leon exhaled.
Even Zyrian and Uruses were frozen, silent, overwhelmed by awe.
The beasts let out a low, proud grunt and rushed along the dry riverbed. As they reached the mountain’s base, the invisible barrier shattered like dust, and the river surged anew, regaining its flow.
Then the mountain rumbled. A massive, glowing stone slab slid aside, revealing an entrance that breathed cold air.
The beasts carried them inside. The stone gate sealed shut behind them with a resounding, echoing thud.
They dismounted, taking in the vast chamber.
Ryra exhaled, eyes sparkling. “What is this...” she murmured in wonder.
They slowly dispersed, exploring the ancient structure while the three beasts watched silently.
The place felt remarkably ancient, as if the mountain itself had formed from within. Tall pillars rose upward, vanishing from view. Subtle glowing veins coursed through the pillars, and some wall patterns resembled slow, beating hearts. Old carvings, some similar to those near the river and others completely new, flickered softly with pulses of light.
“It feels alive...” Lyna whispered, her fingers gently touching the glowing stone.
They advanced through a tunnel-like corridor and neared a vast chamber, massive and the largest space they had encountered since arriving in this strange world.
At the centre, something glowed, brighter than anything in this entire place.
Ryra took a step toward it, but a soft rumble vibrated through the hall.
They turned sharply.
Two enormous stone statues flanked the chamber’s entrance, beastly figures carved from solid rock, with four glowing eyes each, that tracked their every movement.
Nira let out a hushed gasp. “They look like ... them.”
Everyone glanced at the real beasts behind them.
“Is that your statue?” Uruses asked carefully.
The two watching beasts nodded.
“It looks like there were more than just the three of you,” Zyrian called from another corner.
They moved toward him.
The beasts followed until all of them stood before a massive wall carving: nearly fifty beasts circling something at the centre ... something too eroded to make out.
“What is that?” Lyna wondered. She raised her hand to touch the carving,
“Don’t.”
The voice wasn’t loud. It echoed inside their minds, soft, melodic, unmistakably female.
They froze.
The female beast stepped forward. “Don’t touch it.”
“You’re ... female?” Nira asked, startled.
A snort. Then another beast stepped up beside her.
“You can’t touch it yet,” the second female said.
Shock ran through the group. Two females. The leader is male.
The leader stepped forward, voice firm:
“It is time. You should leave now. Come back tomorrow.”
“What?” Cael blurted. “We need answers.”
“And you will get them tomorrow,” the male replied, tone calm but unyielding. “At least ... the answers you are ready to hear.”
“What does that mean?” Uruses asked, his voice tinged with irritation.
“Exactly what you heard,” the male beast said, already turning to leave.
“Uh ... not to be rude, but we don’t even know how to leave and return,” Leon pointed out.
“You will,” the leader said.
Everyone stared at Zyrian.
He remained fixated on the massive carving with narrowed eyes. After a moment, he nodded and proceeded to follow the beasts.
The others looked at each other in confusion but continued to follow. When they arrived at the entrance, the stone slab moved aside once more.
“Follow the river stream. You will know,” the male said, eyes flicking briefly to Leon.
Seeing no further explanation coming, Leon shrugged. “Okay ... thanks?”
Zyrian moved past him but stopped at the doorway. He then turned around, approached the leader, and locked eyes with all four without hesitation.
His voice dropped low and sharp.
“Who are you?”
The female beasts’ eyes flew open. The male stepped forward.
“Guardians,” he said.
The stone door slammed shut.
They remained there, gazing at the sealed mountain and still trying to understand what had just occurred.
“Well ... that went smoothly, I suppose?” Cael muttered as he rubbed his neck.
“Come on, let’s reach the surface first,” Zyrian said, already heading upstream. “We’ll talk at the academy. It’s getting late.”
The others exchanged a look, still confused, still shaken, but followed.
Before long, they reached the mountain’s edge ... and froze. A waterfall. Inside a waterfall.
Feeding back into the same river.
Leon groaned and ran a hand over his face. “Is this yet another waterfall ... inside a waterfall?”
Cael grimaced as he touched his back, memories still vivid. “Please ... don’t tell me we’re doing that again.”
Uruses hesitated too, just a fraction.
Zyrian chuckled, because of course he did, and jumped.
“Zyrian!” Lyna screamed.
A blast of air hit them from behind. They staggered, and all of them toppled forward.
They screamed all the way down.
Moments later, SPLASH, one by one, they hit a vast pool, water erupting around them.
Ryra surfaced, gasping. “Fuck, this is ... where I think it is?”
“It is,” Uruses confirmed, catching his breath.
Then they saw Zyrian swimming casually toward the riverbank.
“Zyrian, stop! How did you know?” Nira shouted, splashing after him.
“I didn’t!” Zyrian yelled back.
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