Zena: The First Awakening
Copyright© 2025 by Man Of Myth
Chapter 14: The Emotions
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 14: The Emotions - 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 River
“It’s thirty minutes past one.”
The voice froze everyone. They turned, and shock spread across their faces.
Zyrian froze mid-movement, his shirt half-pulled over his head. “Elira! What are you doing here?” He blinked, grinned, and took a step closer to her.
“You, stop right there. Don’t come anywhere near me.” Her voice was stern and firm, but her eyes betrayed her, drifting over the droplets sliding down his chest and the water clinging to the lines of his muscles. Her throat tightened; her lips trembled before she forced herself to look away.
The girls shared a knowing glance and concealed their smirks behind their hands.
“What are all of you doing here at this hour?” she demanded.
Uruses replied calmly, “Just swimming and bathing, Instructor Elira.”
“Elira,” she corrected. “And is this the plan you all whispered about earlier? When he,” she flicked her eyes at Zyrian and immediately looked away, “clearly said tonight?”
“Yes,” Cael said helpfully. “He said tonight. That’s exactly the part you overheard.”
Elira looked at their dripping hair and wet clothes. After a moment of silence, she exhaled and nodded slowly.
“You still haven’t answered me,” Zyrian said, stepping closer. “What are you doing here at this hour?”
She turned toward him and sighed when she realised that he had finished dressing, though the shirt still clung to every contour of his torso like a second skin.
“That’s none of your business. I’m an instructor, and I go wherever I need to. I don’t owe you any report.”
“You could at least tell me,” Zyrian murmured, leaning into her space and towering over her. Despite being 6’2”, she seemed small next to him, her breath catching in her throat.
Nira cut in, “Come on. It’s late. We can talk while walking.”
Elira latched onto the lifeline. “Yes. Let’s go.”
Zyrian watched her turn, his eyes staying on her back, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips.
They fell into formation automatically, tight and synchronised, when Elira suddenly frowned.
“How do you all do that?”
“Do what?” everyone except Zyrian asked.
“This formation,” she indicated. “You instinctively fall into it, sometimes with Cael and Uruses at the front, four in the middle, and him behind. Other times, he takes the lead while they guard. It’s the same pattern you follow during training and missions.”
The squad froze and looked around themselves.
“Oh,” they said in unison.
“And you didn’t know?” she asked, incredulous.
They shrugged.
Actually, no,” Lyna teased. “I guess someone has been watching us a lot.”
“I’m an instructor,” Elira said flatly.
“So ... how did you end up at the river?” Nira asked.
Elira shot her a glare that clearly meant I retract my earlier gratitude.
Zyrian drifted closer to her side. She sighed.
“While making my rounds near your wing, I saw Leon’s room lights on. I knocked but received no reply. The same happened at the next room. That’s when I realised a part of the ward had been disturbed”.
Everyone turned to Leon. Leon immediately stared at the ground.
“I only know of one squad foolish enough to tamper with wards...” she said, giving a pointed look at Zyrian, “and only one capable of doing it.”
She continued, “So I traced an energy signature to the river.”
“And whose signature was that, exactly?” Ryra asked innocently. “We’re not close enough for you to recognise ours ... right?”
Lyna asked, equally innocent, “Did you just happen to come by our wing during your routine rounds?”
The boys smirked.
Elira looked away. “Yes.”
Academy
They reached the academy. She opened the ward, and they stepped inside.
Silence fell as they moved past the training ground, each immersed in their thoughts. When they arrived at Uruses’ door, Leon finally broke the silence.
Well, we finally made it back from our adventure. I mean, swimming.
“Yes,” Uruses nodded. “See you in a few hours.”
His gaze lingered a moment too long on Lyna. She returned the look softly before he disappeared into his room.
Everyone drifted into their rooms one by one. Two more heavy glances were exchanged between the pairs before, finally, only Zyrian and Elira remained standing before his door.
He opened it.
“Okay ... see you in the morning,” Elira said quietly, eyes avoiding his.
“Come in?”
She froze.
“Uh?” She looked at him, expecting his usual grin, teasing eyes, casual arrogance.
Instead, his face was serious. Still. Unreadable.
He stepped inside and waited. When she realised, he wasn’t joking, she hesitated, glanced around, then slowly walked in.
He locked the door behind her and sat on his bed.
Elira stood before him. “Now, just because I came in doesn’t mea...”
He suddenly pulled her in.
His arms wrapped around her hips. His face pressed into her stomach. He held her like someone clinging to the last solid thing in the world.
“Zyrian...”
“Stay.”
The word wasn’t a command. It was broken.
She stiffened at the wetness she felt on her skin. She looked down, and her eyes widened.
“Zyrian ... what happened?” She gently cupped his face, lifting it. His eyes were wet, jaw tight, breath shaky.
“Why are you crying?” she whispered, softening immediately.
“This isn’t about swimming, right?” She wiped his cheeks with her thumb, fingers stroking gently through his hair.
“Do ... do you fear me?” he asked. “Am I reckless? Dangerous?”
“What? Where is this coming from?”
She untangled his hands, eased him onto his back, and sat beside him.
He grabbed her hands again. “You didn’t answer.”
“Of course, I don’t fear you. Why would you even think that?” she hissed, frustrated.
“I know you watch me,” he said quietly. “All of us. Even when I train alone in the forest at night.”
Her eyes widened. “Wha ... what are you talking about?” She looked away, cheeks flushing.
“And I know you deleted some of our private training recordings. Even the ones from our last mission.” He tugged her closer, their faces inches apart. “Why are you doing all this?”
“Zyrian...” she sighed. “I have my reasons. But what does that have to do with you crying?” she whispered.
He looked away.
She pushed him gently, half-lying across him as she turned his face back toward her.
“We almost died,” he said, voice breaking. “No, they almost died. And I died.”
“What?” she nearly shouted, sitting halfway up on her elbow, eyes wide.
He nodded, tears pooling. “They almost died because of me. Because of how reckless I am. And one day, I’m afraid they’ll actually die ... because of me.”
“Don’t say that,” she snapped softly. “You don’t force them. They think for themselves. They can stop you anytime; lights know they’re capable of it. You’re reckless, yes, more than the others. But you’re not the only one.”
He let out a weak chuckle. “And dangerous?”
“Well...” she whispered, leaning close, “you’re definitely dangerous.” Her eyes softened.
“And maybe that’s why I like you.”
His eyes flicked up. “ ... Like me?”
She immediately changed the topic. “Tell me about the part you died. You weren’t in the river for more than an hour after I arrived. And all of you fell from the sky.”
His eyes widened. “You miss nothing.” He sighed. “It’s ... a long story. I’ll tell you when they’re with me.”
He swallowed hard. “I wonder what they think of me now. Will they hate me? Fear me?”
“They?” she scoffed. “Hate you? Fear you? Zyrian, you really don’t understand them. Nearly dying won’t shake them off you.”
He frowned. “What’s worse than nearly dying?”
“Death, maybe,” she shrugged.
“ ... Have you ever been afraid of my powers? Afraid of me?” he asked quietly.
She stared at him. “Do you really think I’d be here if I were?”
He exhaled. “But I am.”
“Well, you should be,” she said pointedly.
He smiled weakly. Then pulled her into a tight hug, her chest pressed against him, her face near his.
A door outside unlocked. Elira’s eyes flew open. She tried to pull away, but Zyrian held her close.
“Relax. It’s not ours,” he murmured.
She gave him a questioning look.
“It’s Lyna’s,” he said.
She blinked. “Uruses,” he added.
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