The Pulse Of The Void: Pulse One
Copyright© 2025 by The Void Watcher
Chapter 19: The Princess
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 19: The Princess - 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 reawakens that long-forgotten force. The impact fractures the laws of reality, its echo rippling through distant realms, stirring watchers, worlds, and ancient minds that have slept since the dawn of existence. Now, as the Pulse stirs once more, time bends, empires tremble, and the Void turns its gaze toward creation itself.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Teenagers 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 First Oral Sex Petting Big Breasts Size Politics Royalty Slow Violence
Planet Vey’loran- The Royal Palace
While the squad prepared for their humiliating training, far across the world, a different morning unfolded.
A figure sat up in her bed, then stepped onto her balcony.
The princess stood there, high above the palace building, silent, tall, and lost in thought. Her appearance was arresting: an elegant fusion of alien beauty and ethereal power. Standing 6.2ft tall, even among her own kind, she possessed the lean grace characteristic of Veylaryn females, but with curves more defined and a presence more commanding. There was no one quite like her in Vey’loran. Or anywhere else.
The rising sun turned her silhouette into a figure carved from cosmic fire, belonging to the ocean and to the stars in equal measure.
Along her neck, two brilliant white pulse points, with red centres, glowed softly in their steady rhythm, a dual heartbeat visible beneath the skin. From these points, bioluminescent lines flowed down her throat, across her collarbones, and toward her temples, alive, responsive, pulsing in gentle waves with each breath.
Below the balcony, guards and workers paused in their tasks, glancing upward. They weren’t staring at their princess. They were witnessing an otherworldly beauty.
The princess remained unaware. Her mind was elsewhere, fixed on the past two days, perhaps the most important of her life. She closed her eyes again, reaching inward, trying to find him.
She could sense him, his warmth, his presence, the space where his energy is, but the real him remained out of reach. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her gaze drifted to the ocean.
What was he doing now? What was his world like? Did he think of her, too?
A quick smile flickered, then faded as she imagined him with her.
“Zeldria...”
Her name echoed again.
“Zeldria...”
“Zeldria Estienne.”
The princess startled, snapping her head toward the voice.
“Mother.”
Queen Leandra Estienne stood in the bedroom, nearly identical to her daughter except for her hair and eyes. She seemed shorter but appeared older and more authoritative, representing the leader of her species, Veylaryn, not only on her planet but throughout the system. A look of irritation marked her face as she looked at her daughter.
Zeldria’s pulse points emitted a strange, unfamiliar colour, matching her eyes, which were darker than her skin. However, the queens’ pulse points did not glow. Instead, gold lines radiated from the Queen’s pulse points, trailing along her neck, shoulder, and cheek before fading into her temples.
“I have been calling you for a full minute,” the Queen said, voice soft but firm. “What are you thinking about standing there?”
“No ... nothing, Mother,” Zeldria murmured, stepping toward her and deliberately avoiding her gaze.
The Queen exhaled a slow, disappointed sigh. “Still thinking about him? Still trying to reach him?”
Silence.
Leandra’s voice remained gently firm as she said, “Zeldria, I’ve told you before, he might not be aware of you. He may never share your feelings. This bond you feel ... it could disappear at any moment. Please don’t hold on to it. Concentrate on your studies and yourself.”
Zeldria only nodded.
“Good. Now get ready, it’s time you finally learn about our people, our history, our system, our galaxy.”
At that, Zeldria’s face lit up with a quiet, sharp excitement. “Okay,” she whispered, and turned toward her bathroom.
Leandra watched her daughter disappear behind the door ... then glanced at the floor, worry tightening her features.
After a short while, Zeldria stepped out of her room, transformed. She wore a soft, sleeveless drape-top woven from breathable Veltharan silk fibre, a clean neckline that revealed the subtle glow of her pulse points, wide, flowing side-slit pants that moved as she walked, simple flat slip-ons, her information bracelet resting on her wrist, softly pulsing with data-light.
Her long hair was half-tied, the rest falling like a bright river of white light down her back. Her attendants followed her as she made her way to the dining hall.
The King and Queen sat at the head, side by side. She bowed gently and took her seat to the left of her mother. Across from her sat her uncle, aunt, and their daughter.
A chair scraped beside her. She looked up to see her elder brother, Loric, dropping into the seat with a familiar grin.
She returned it warmly.
“Heard you’re starting your galactic studies today,” he said.
“Yes,” she replied, her voice quietly bright.
“About time. But don’t come to me for help, I know nothing.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Sharyn said from across the table. “He knows everything.”
Loric smirked without denying it.
Admiral Canzor entered then, authoritative, heavy-footed. Behind him strode a young man with confidence bordering on arrogance. He bowed to the King and Queen, then flashed Sharyn a charming smile.
“Sharyn, you look radiant today.”
She flushed shyly.
He gave Loric a curt, edged nod.
Then he turned to Zeldria.
“Zeldria. A vision, as always.”
“Dryston,” she acknowledged, then returned calmly to her food.
The Queen spoke, “I invited him. He’s the Admiral’s grandson, and though he prefers warfare, he has requested to join your galactic studies.”
“I bet,” Loric muttered.
Leandra ignored him. Zeldria nodded. “Okay.”
That single word startled the Queen. Loric stifled a laugh.
“Well then,” King Aldric said softly, “learn well.”
“I will. Excuse me.”
She rose, bowed to her parents, smiled at Loric, then went around the table to hug the admiral.
“Gramps.”
“Princess,” he said warmly, embracing her.
She kissed his cheek and left the hall without looking back.
Everyone stared after her, confused, stunned.
“Damn,” Loric muttered. “Mother ... was that Zeldria?”
Zeldria waited at the exit, her mother’s warnings echoing in her mind. It could disappear at any moment. Her breath hitched sharply.
No. I will grow strong. And I will reach him.
Her silent vow ignited something bold within her.
Sharyn, Dryston, the admiral, and her parents joined her.
“Come,” King Aldric said. “We’ll escort you to the institute.”
Outside, fifty elite guards stood in formation, silent, immovable, lethal.
The elite guard vehicles hovered behind them, sleek, red, and pulsating with lines.
At the centre, two royal family transports waited, each bearing the Veltharan species insignia and the Royal insignia.
Zeldria, Sharyn, the King, and the Queen entered the first vehicle. The Admiral and Dryston boarded the second.
Guards filled their hovercars, five per craft. Five escort vehicles took position in front, five behind.
Two Megadsa-class behemoths flanked the royal transport, each 15 feet tall, silent and shielded, and connected via mind-link to their pilots. Their protective barrier was invisible and known only to the elite command.
The convoy lifted gracefully, gliding past the city’s towers toward the Royal Institute. In this place, the children of royalty, council members, and planetary elites sharpened their minds ... and learned the truths shaping their galaxy.
Penza- Academy Cafeteria
After training with Pashmin and Instructor Inis’s class, Zyrian and the squad sat in the cafeteria, exhausted, bruised, and devouring their dinner.
“Is he genuinely training us or merely punishing us?” Leon groaned, flexing his bruised wrist. “Climbing a mountain, what lesson is that meant to teach?”
“Leon, remember Rule 2,” Ryra reminded him. “Don’t presume anything. We’ll understand the reason eventually.”
“Speaking of rules,” Cael muttered, “what’s Rule 3 again? Don’t depend? What does that even mean?”
“Didn’t you understand?” Uruses replied. “He attacked us individually after saying that. It means we should be capable of standing alone, even in a team.”
“Well, I personally don’t want to fight him,” Cael muttered.
They continued eating until a voice cut through the cafeteria:
“Oh, look who’s here. The Royals ... and their shadows”.
The squad turned around. Seven trainees, five men and two women, stood there with identical smug expressions.
A man in his twenties, evidently their leader, stepped forward. “Though it appears one shadow is missing from the princess,” he said, sliding into the empty seat beside Lyna, far too close. “Perhaps one of us can volunteer.”
Lyna moved quickly away. Uruses tensed, but Zyrian calmly rested a hand on his forearm beneath the table.
“And you are?” Zyrian asked, setting down his spoon and leaning back.
The leader blinked, and his squad appeared just as confused.
“You don’t recognize us?” he asked.
Zyrian asked, “Should we?”
“We’re Squad One, Level Three, top of the academy,” one of the men said proudly.
Zyrian nodded slowly and looked at his team. They all shrugged together. The dismissive attitude made Squad One visibly tense.
“Well, nice to meet you,” Zyrian continued. “But just a reminder: senior or not, she’s a princess. Keep your distance.”
The leader smirked. “She isn’t my princess. My element is fire.” A flame flickered at his fingertips.
“Well then,” Cael said, “that makes me your prince. And I’m telling you, step back and tell us why you’re here.”
The leader hesitated briefly before regaining composure.
What now? Going to run to your father’s? Hiding behind titles?
His squad girls gasped, and the men hesitated as they stepped forward.
Leon Rose, prepared to strike.
Zyrian sighed and stood up. “If you’ll excuse us, we have important things to do.”
His squad rose with him. But the leader’s voice followed:
“What? You’re rushing to see Instructor Elira?”
They froze in mid-step. The girls inhaled sharply.
“Shit,” Leon whispered.
Zyrian turned slowly, his eyes cold.
“Excuse me?”
The leader smirked and said, “You didn’t really believe it was a secret, did you?”
His squad stood behind him, ready for a fight.
Silence. Waiting. A breath away from violence.
Then Zyrian tilted his head, unimpressed. “Whatever. Move.”
He turned away.
A voice said, “Maybe she can teach us what she’s teaching you privately.”
A thud tore through the cafeteria.
The leader flew across the room, crashing into a table, coughing, clutching his chest.
Zyrian now stood where the man had been, fists clenched and jaw set.
The other four men responded immediately, moving forward, prepared to counterattack.
But before they reached Zyrian, all four of them shot backwards, crashing into the tables behind them.
Uruses, Leon, and Cael now stood flanking Zyrian. Cael cracked his knuckles.
The girls stood facing the female seniors.
“Don’t,” Nira warned softly, with a tone sharp enough to cut. The two girls came to a halt.
The senior boys groaned as they tried to stand, two with flames in their palms and two enveloped by swirling mist and air.
Leon’s fists ignited. Cael’s palms blazed brighter. Wind spun around Uruses.
Zyrian just watched, expression carved from stone.
“No,” Zyrian said. “We’re leaving.”
His team hesitated, then nodded.
They turned. Two fireballs were hurled at Zyrian.
Cael didn’t hesitate. He flicked his wrist. The flames vanished mid-air.
One of the senior boys stepped forward to strike,
“What is happening here?”
The cafeteria froze.
Instructor Merck stood at the entrance, calm and dangerous.
Behind him, Elira. Her expression was unreadable. But her eyes locked onto Zyrian.
Zyrian’s breath caught, and everyone else held theirs.
Merck repeated, voice colder:
“I asked a question.”
“Nothing, sir,” the opposing leader said quickly.
He and his team slipped out of the cafeteria, throwing one last venomous glare at Zyrian and his squad.
Instructor Merck gave a stern look that implied there would be consequences later. Elira ... Elira remained silent.
She only gave Zyrian a brief, disappointed look, not angry, then turned and walked after Merck.
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