Dark Born
Copyright© 2025 by Es_Orik
Chapter 25: Revelations
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 25: Revelations - A young man is transported to a new world as the Dark Lord, witness his rise from an ordinary college student to a being capable of causing the greatest evil.
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Restart Magic Sharing Harem Cream Pie
“Suicide, huh,” Adam muttered. “They obviously killed the guy.”
He leaned against the wall of his room, arms folded across his chest, his gaze drifting toward the pale moon outside his window in thought. Elsa sat on the edge of his bed, hands clasped on her lap as she finished telling him everything that happened in court. The Queen had been right after all; the Hand of the King was just a controlled puppet, and Julius served whoever had been pulling his strings. They had pinned all of their crimes on the man, and he couldn’t defend himself or point out who else was involved because he was dead ... by suicide, that was the story being planted. None of it surprised Adam. If anything, he was impressed by how quick and efficient they were. Whoever orchestrated this, whoever Julius served, they had clearly been planning to dispose of the Hand for a long time.
“What I don’t understand is why now?” Elsa asked quietly.
Adam glanced at her, and he was once more struck by the sight. He’d only ever seen her in armor, or in the plain, tomboyish clothes she wore when she was out of it. Now she was dressed for bed, wrapped in a loose, long-sleeved nightgown that reached down to her ankles and revealed almost no skin. She was barefoot, and Adam noticed how closely her feet were drawn together, as if cold or nervous. Her red hair tumbled down her shoulders, still damp with a few strands clinging to her cheek, telling him that she’d just come from a bath. He noticed everything; her emerald eyes, her pink lips, the curve of her jaw, even the scent of soap around her. It was a luxury, but given her status, it wasn’t a surprise.
She looked like a normal girl sitting there, not a knight commander, just an ordinary girl ... no, maybe not ordinary, she wasn’t that at all. She was utterly beautiful. Adam was more aware of her appearance tonight more than any other time, maybe it was because of how they’d left things on that roof, or maybe it was just the fact that she was in his room, alone, sitting on his bed. Whatever the case, he found it hard to take his eyes off her.
Adam cleared his throat and forced his mind to focus again. “My guess is that after the failed attacks on you, me, and everyone else; they decided to cut their losses. The Hand probably knew too much. I don’t know how many years he’d been their front, but I suspect it’s been for a while. If he’d lived, he could’ve led us straight to them. With him gone, the blame dies with him, and so do their crimes,” he said thoughtfully. “Julius is the only other trail leading back to them, but somehow I doubt it’ll be easy getting him to talk.”
Elsa sighed deeply. “Yes, maybe you’re right,” she muttered.
“So, what now?” Adam asked. He knew this should be her business alone; she was the knight here, but with how the chain of events had drawn him in, he was far too deep to simply walk away now. This involved him, just as much as it involved her.
“I don’t know, I don’t know where to start. As you said, Julius is the only trail, but getting answers out of him will be impossible. I can’t be forceful, two Gold-Ranks clashing will leave more than just destruction. And even if we do find who’s behind all of this, what can we do? There’s no crime anymore, it’s all gone with the Hand.” Her chin tightened and she briefly lifted her gaze to the ceiling. “For some reason, it feels over this time.”
Adam was a little surprised by her statement. The last time something like this had happened—when the missing children were “rescued” by Julius—she had still managed to find something to hold on to. Even though she had failed to bring Julius or the Hand of the King to justice, she’d taken comfort in what they had accomplished while looking towards the future. She’d been the sort to see the glass half full ... now, not so much. But he couldn’t fault her for it. Back then, there had been a tangible win in the form of the returned children; now there were only covered-up crimes and escaped perpetrators. And there was also the disillusionment she was likely struggling with. The Hand of the King—the man who was supposed to be the ultimate villain in the story—had turned out to be no more than a pawn, and the straight path she had imagined to the end of all of this was gone.
The knowledge that some unseen person or group had been pulling the strings from behind the scenes had thrown everything into doubt. If they could control the Hand of the King and Julius, who else was in their grasp? What did they want? Where were they?
All of it probably fed the sense of defeat that weighed on her.
“I don’t think it’s over,” Adam said to her softly. “I don’t think you believe it either, you’re just tired. You’ve never seemed like the kind of person who just gives up.”
That seemed to perk her up slightly, and her pink lips curved into a full, appreciative smile as she met his gaze. “Thank you, I think I needed to hear that,” she said, then let out a breath to gather herself. “In any case, I doubt there’ll be any more attacks for a while.”
“Another respite,” Adam said with a lifted brow. “Like the last time?”
Elsa nodded. “The last time, they only returned the children. This time ... they went much further, disposing of the Hand of the King, erasing their trail, essentially ending their operation with him. Whoever they are, they’re afraid of being discovered. That’s the only thing I know for certain. After this, I suspect they’ll stay silent for a long time.”
Adam considered her words for a second and reached the same conclusion. Whoever was pulling the strings was afraid of exposure, that was the one vulnerability they’d shown so far. Maybe ... just maybe, that could be used to uncover who they really were.
“Let’s hope you’re right, and that it lasts longer this time,” Adam said. He unfolded his arms, pushed off the wall, and moved to the window, resting his hands on the sill. He stared out at the darkness blanketing the compound, listening to the ceaseless chirping of crickets. “I know it’s not over, but I’d like to focus on something else for a change.”
He heard the sound of footsteps and turned his head slightly to see Elsa approaching, coming to stand beside him at the window, her shoulder brushing softly against his.
“Something else ... like going back home?” she asked in a whisper.
Adam immediately heard something in her voice, a slight strain, and when he looked into her green eyes, there was sadness there. She tried to hide it behind a neutral expression, but he saw it clear as day, a faint glimmer of sorrow she couldn’t quite mask. He had never seen her look like that before, and it sent a sharp ache through his chest. She didn’t need to say it, he could tell by the look on her face ... she didn’t want him to leave.
Adam was conflicted. Part of him cursed inwardly because this was what he’d tried to avoid, the other part just wanted to hug her and promise he was never leaving Truthfully, the desire to go back home no longer burned in him the way it had when he first arrived in this world. The only thing that really drove him was his sister, Cleo. Everything else ... he found himself caring less and less about. There was nothing he couldn’t abandon without regret. College? He barely liked it. The engineering degree he’d been chasing? It was not a dream, just what he was really good at. His crappy job at the bar? Friends? He kept none of those. The struggle life? Even if he would go on to be incredibly successful in the future, nothing waiting for him there could compare to what he might give up here. Nothing except his sister, only she tethered him to the old life he’d left ... only she was worth returning to.
“Yeah, but I don’t think that’ll be for a while,” Adam said diplomatically
“But you still want to ... someday,” Elsa said again.
Adam opened his mouth to answer, but he hesitated at the last second, unsure what to say to her, unwilling to hurt her, even if with the truth. But words were unnecessary, his silence carried the answer. No longer awaiting his response, Elsa returned her gaze forward to stare out into the darkness, her lips trembling slightly before she bit down on them, her calm façade threatening to fall apart. Neither of them spoke for a while, the air heavy with unspoken tension that hadn’t existed seconds ago. Adam wanted to say something to her, anything at all to break the silence, but her voice sounded before he could speak.
“Adam...” she began quietly, so quiet he could barely even hear it. “That day on the roof, we almost ... there was a moment. I have to know, what am I ... to you?”
Adam turned away from the window to face her fully. This was a conversation they needed to have. Back on the roof, he’d almost kissed her, and she’d almost let him. It hadn’t been planned or thought through, likely driven by the overwhelming relief they’d both felt at seeing each other alive. But they needed to talk now, before anything else.
He had asked about her feelings before, and she’d admitted them—first that day in training, then almost again on the roof. Aside from his remark about wanting her to be safe, he had never truly opened up about his own feelings, and that probably frightened her. That had to change. He needed to be more clear with her, more direct, leaving nothing that could be misunderstood, especially given how little experience she had with things like this.
“I thought it would be clear by now,” Adam replied, offering a faint smile. “You’re right, I want to leave someday, but I don’t want that someday to be anytime soon. When I really think about it ... it sounds insane, because a couple of weeks back, I wanted nothing more than to return home as fast as possible. Now I’m hesitating ... actually thinking about giving it all up...” His gaze softened on her. “And that’s because of you.”
Her eyes swelled in surprise. “Because of me?”
Adam gave a slow nod. “I care about the others, more than I ever imagined I would, but with you ... it’s different,” he said in a quiet voice, holding her gaze for a while. “You’re becoming someone I really can’t lose. I don’t think I would be the same if I left you.”
Her eyes fell, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. “I see,” she whispered.
“Your turn now,” Adam said and he stepped closer to her.
Elsa raised her head slowly, meeting his gaze once more, her cheeks still tinged with a heavy pink. Her lips pressed together nervously, then she found her words. “You already know what I feel,” she murmured, her voice quiet, barely rising above a whisper this time.
“True,” Adam said. “Then a different question ... what do you want?”
She hesitated, her eyes flickering to the side. When she looked back at him, the pink in her cheeks had deepened to something closer to a fever. “I ... I want to be with you,” she said quietly. “I feel these ... strong emotions, and I can’t make them stop, I can’t make them go away ... it just sits in my chest. I want to be with you so much, even though I don’t know what will happen ... how it’ll end. It feels like jumping into a dark well hoping you’ll catch me. I’m not used to feeling like this ... trusting someone that much ... it’s scary.”
Adam understood her fears. For her, this was completely uncharted territory—new, intense, and intimidating. He’d realized earlier that, despite being younger, he was the more experienced of the two of them. His own experience was limited—it wasn’t until he came to this world that he began navigating relationships—but Elsa had even less to draw on. It was up to him to guide the connection between them. He would need to be delicate enough not to frighten her, yet clear enough not to leave her wrestling with doubts. There was no question that it would be difficult, but they could figure it out as they went.
“I know,” Adam said and stepped closer to her, his hand lifting to tenderly brush the bright pink in her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her skin. “Do you want me to stop?”
Elsa paused. “No ... I trust you. I don’t know why, but I do.”
They held each other’s gaze for a moment, then slowly, Adam leaned in, giving her a chance to pull away, but she didn’t. And unlike the roof where she’d just waited for it to happen, this time she tilted her head slightly toward him, letting him close the final inches.
He did ... and it was better than he ever imagined.
When their lips met, it was tentative, gentle, but still electric. Elsa’s breath hitched at the contact, and Adam smiled softly against her mouth, amused by her reaction. The kiss wasn’t urgent or frantic, it was slow, careful, as though they were both unsure of how far they wanted to take this. Adam slowly deepened the kiss, savoring her taste, his hand sliding to cradle the back of her neck. Elsa responded in kind, her own hands rising to rest on his chest for balance, the moment growing more heated, more consuming.
But before it went too far and he lost himself completely to the desire starting to fill his mind, Adam broke the kiss, a bit reluctantly. His forehead rested lightly against hers as he drew back just enough to see her face, his hand still resting at the nape of her neck. Her eyes were half-lidded, her breath uneven from the kiss.
For a moment he simply watched her, searching her expression.
“Hey,” he murmured softly. “Are you okay?”
Elsa blinked, as if returning from somewhere far away. Then she nodded. Strangely, a faint crease formed between her brow, and her lips pressed together in a thin line. “ ... You stopped,” she said, barely above a whisper, her cheeks still flushed. “Did I not—”
Adam smiled faintly, knowing exactly what she was going to say. “It’s not that, trust me,” he cut her off gently. “I just wanted to make sure you were fine ... with everything.”
Her gaze flickered down, then back up, uncertainty warring with something warmer, braver. “I am,” she said. Then, added hesitantly, “I ... thought you might not want to.”
“I would be crazy if I didn’t want to,” he replied, still smiling.
Color rushed deeper into her cheeks and she hesitated again, fingers curling lightly in the fabric of his chest as if gathering courage. “Will you ... take me to bed?”
For a second, Adam just looked at her, really looked. Then he leaned in again. This second kiss was different. Still tender, still careful, but no longer tentative. Elsa melted into it almost instantly, parting her lips to invite him deeper, a soft sound escaping her throat as her hands slid up to wrap around his shoulders. Adam’s hands finally moved, first drawing her closer until her hips met his groin, then reaching down to grab her soft bottom through the silk nightgown she had on, his other hand cupping one of her breast and squeezing. She wore nothing underneath, he felt the shape of her curves, felt her warmth, and she moaned into his mouth, pushing her hips even closer to him, driven by desperate desire.
“Adam...” the words slipped out from her throat in a breathy whisper, her voice no longer sounding like her own.
They moved without thinking. A step back, then another. The backs of Elsa’s knees met the bed and she gave a startled laugh against his mouth as they both lost balance. Adam fell down with her, only catching himself with one arm so he didn’t crush her—not that he could, it was just instinct. Their kiss broke long enough for shared, breathless smiles. She looked up at him, eyes bright, her red hair spilling across the bed like loose threads.
“Still okay?” Adam whispered.
Elsa nodded, fingers brushing his cheek. “Yes.”
Adam kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the way her soft lips immediately opened for him. His tongue slid against hers, and she responded with a small, needy sound that shot straight to his cock and it throbbed. He shifted his weight, settling more fully between her thighs so she could feel exactly how hard and warm he was. She clearly enjoyed the sensation, another moan escaping as her hips pushed up against him.
Her hands began to move restlessly over his shoulders, then down his back, tugging at the hem of his shirt like she didn’t quite know what she wanted but needed to feel all of his skin. Adam pulled back from the kiss, and he bit down on a laugh when he saw the cute frown that formed her face, a frown that quickly vanished when she saw him yank his shirt over his head and toss it aside. She was so adorably expressive, he loved it. With his shirt gone, her eyes roamed over his chest, then lower, tracing the lines of his muscles. He moved again, this time going for the ties at the neck of her nightgown. Her breath quickened, and her cheeks flamed, but she didn’t stop him, just lifted her head to make it easier.
Adam loosened the ties and slowly peeled the silk garment down her body. The first sight of skin left him in awe. As he’d thought, she wore absolutely nothing underneath the nightgown. He saw only smooth pale skin flushed with heat and pert, rounded firm breasts tipped with tight pink nipples the same delicate rose color as her lips, standing erect in the cool night air of the room ... then he noticed something else, the long diagonal scar slashing across her lower belly, pale against the toned ridges of her abdomen.
Seeing it momentarily pulled Adam out of the haze of lust. He forgot the rest of the nightgown, his gaze lifting to hers, and he saw embarrassment clear in her eyes.
“What happened here?” he asked her in a soft, concerned voice.
Elsa paused, her hands moving as if on instinct to hide the scar. “I was hurt ... a long time ago,” she whispered fearfully. “I can cover up if you don’t wish to se it.”
Adam had dozens of questions running through his mind. How long ago? When she was a child? It seemed like a sword wound. What had happened? Why had it been allowed to scar? He knew that if an injury was tended to quickly by a competent healer, it wouldn’t leave scars, his body was proof of that. So why? Had there been no healers to tend it? And most importantly, who had attacked her? The questions rushed quickly, but he voiced none of them. This wasn’t the time. He forced them to the side, filing them away for later, hoping that the answers from them might help him understand more about her character.
Adam caught her wrist gently and pulled her hand away. Without a word, he brought her hand to his mouth, kissed the knuckles softly, then he lowered his head and pressed his lips to the center of the scar. He kissed every inch of it, slowly, causing her breath to hitch again. When he reached the end, he dragged his tongue back the other way, tasting salt and warm skin, kissing her until she relaxed, her fingers threading through his hair.
“What are you doing to me...” Her voice cracked, soft and trembling.
Adam didn’t speak. Instead, he hooked his fingers into the bunched fabric at her waist and tugged the nightgown the rest of the way down her legs, leaving her completely naked beneath him. Then he just looked. She was utterly breathtaking, with battle-honed muscles under soft feminine curves, defined shoulders, flat stomach with the faint ridges of abs, strong thighs that could likely crush a man’s ribs in a grapple, and between those thighs ... nothing but smooth, hairless skin. Her sex was flushed pink, outer lips already swollen and glistening with arousal, the slick inner folds peeking out invitingly.
When Adam finally lifted his head, Elsa’s eyes were glassy, lips slightly parted, her breathing soft and shallow. She didn’t reach for him, didn’t speak; she simply lay there, watching him with that deep blush on her skin, open and exposed, offering herself to him so completely. This was a Gold-Rank knight, an insanely powerful woman used to battle and command, and yet in this moment she looked so disarmingly soft, so vulnerable, and so unbearably sweet. The sharp edges of her usual composure had melted away, leaving only this blushing, expressive creature whose every tiny sound and shiver seemed to pull straight at his groin. The contrast made his cock twitch, straining against his pants.
He remembered waking up in that prison cell and seeing her for the first time; tall in plate armor, eyes burning with quiet intensity, radiating an aura that would make most people step aside without knowing why. She had seemed untouchable, like a war goddess made flesh. The notion that he would someday have her like this—stripped, needy, eyes shining with something close to surrender—had never even crossed his mind.
Yet here she was, trembling under his gaze, waiting for him to finally claim her.
Adam let the moment stretch, just drinking in the sight, letting her feel the weight of his stare. Then, slowly, he leaned down until his mouth hovered above hers. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with desire.
He kissed her then, slowly, deeply. The kiss slowly began to trail down, from her jaw, to her throat, her collar, then her breast. He took one of her erect nipple into his mouth without warning. Elsa gasped out, back arching sharply off the bed. Her fingers dug into his hair as he sucked gently, then harder, flicking the peak with his tongue until she was squirming under him, hips lifting in tiny, helpless jerks. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same slow, thorough attention while his hand slid down the toned plane of her stomach, feeling the hardness of her abs flex and release under his palm.
He unlatched her nipple from his teeth, kissing along her skin, then further down her stomach before settling on the bed between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs wider. Elsa tensed for half a second, then she let them fall open. He looked up her body, past the scar he’d kissed, past the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, to her flushed face and wide green eyes watching him with equal parts nerves and hunger.
Then he lowered his mouth to her glistening sex...
Relying on his one actual experience, he licked slowly, flat tongue dragging from her slick entrance all the way up to where he figured her clit was. He must have struck a really sensitive spot as her hips jerked hard off the mattress, a sharp moan escaping. He did it again, slower, letting her feel every contact. She tasted clean, sweet, faintly musky, and addictive. The sound she made, half sob, half moan, nearly undid him.
He focused all on that one sensitive area, circling it with the tip of his tongue, then sucking gently. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head, her fingers twisted in the sheets, then found his hair, tugging lightly at first, then gripping tighter.
“By the Divine...” Elsa moaned in mounting pleasure.
He slowly slid one of his finger inside her while he kept working her clit with his mouth. She was so tight, hot, but slick enough that he could add a second finger without too much resistance. He curled them upward, searching, and when he found the spot that made her back bow and her inner walls clench tighter around his fingers, he stayed there, stroking in time with the flick of his tongue as soft whimpers loosed from her lips.
He took his time, fingering, sucking, giving her as much pleasure as he could. Her hips started to rock gently against his face, and her breathing turned ragged, broken little cries of his name squeezing out of her throat every time he sucked just right. He wanted it to last, but she came suddenly, and hard. Her thighs clamped around his head, her back arching off the bed, a sharp, surprised cry ripping free from her throat as orgasm rocked through her. Her walls pulsed hard around his fingers, clit throbbing against his tongue, a fresh rush of wetness coating his hand. He kept going—gentle now, soft licks and slow strokes—until the aftershocks had her trembling and gasping, until her grip on his hair loosened and her thighs fell open again, releasing him from her clutches.
Adam finally raised his head to look at her, smiling when he saw she had her eyes closed, chest heaving, panting deeply. She looked wrecked in the best possible way. He crawled back up her body, kissing her stomach, on the scar again, each breast, her throat, until he could claim her mouth. She kissed him back desperately, hands clutching at his shoulders, tasting herself on his tongue and moaning into it like she couldn’t get enough.
He broke the kiss after a moment, pulling back, and Elsa’s eyes opened at the loss of contact. He smiled down at her, and she averted her eyes briefly, visibly embarrassed by what he’d just done to her. But a second later, she glanced at him, biting her lips.
“I ... I would like to do the same for you,” she muttered nervously.
At the offer, Adam paused, and a sordid image instantly flashed through his mind, one of Elsa on her knees, green eyes flicking up at him with that same mix of nerves and determination, lips parted as she tried to figure how best to take his cock in her mouth. His cock twitched hard against her thighs at the thought alone, aching for the wet heat of her mouth. But there was a deeper, more primal need to satisfy first. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her warmth close around him, to watch her face change again when he filled her completely. In simple terms, he desperately wanted to fuck her right now.
He brushed a damp strand of hair from her cheek, his thumb tracing the pink that still painted her skin. “Later,” he said. “There’s something else on my mind just now.”
Elsa understood his words, and gave a small, almost shy nod...
Adam shed the rest of his clothes quickly, and in a few, short seconds he was as bare as she was. His raging cock finally sprang free, hard as steel, the head already slick with pre-cum. Elsa’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of his engorged flesh, and drew in a breath heavy with anticipation. Adam lowered himself, capturing her lips. The head of his cock brushed against her soaked folds, and she shuddered, then instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips, looking up at him with eyes wide and vulnerable.
“Adam ... be gentle,” Elsa whispered in a soft, shaky voice.
That soft-spoken plea from her—someone who was much stronger than him, who could walk out of an explosion without a single hair out of place—further deepened his awareness of how new this was for her ... how much she was trusting him in the moment.
“I will,” Adam promised in a quiet voice that matched hers.
He reached between them, guiding his thick length to her entrance, nudging through slick heat of fold, and they both stilled for a second, breathing each other in. Then he pushed forward slowly, inch by careful inch, watching her eyes flutter and her mouth fall open in a silent gasp as he sank inside. She was impossibly tight. Her nails dug into his shoulders, breath coming in shallow pants, but she didn’t ask him to stop. Her eyes closed, lips parting to let out a soft, shaky exhale as he sank deeper. When he was fully seated inside her, buried to the absolute hilt, they both went still, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
“You okay?” Adam asked, his voice a littler strained.
Elsa nodded, then experimentally rolled her hips. The movement dragged a sharp groan out of him, he felt every ripple of her fleshy walls around his thick length.
“I’m ... ready,” she whispered. “I want to be yours.”
He began with slow, deep rolls of his hips that made them both gasp. There was no rush, no frantic race to the finish. Just the slick gentle of him inside her, the way her body opened for him a little more with every careful thrust. He kept the rhythm steady, loving, kissing her between strokes—her mouth, her jaw, behind her ear, and she welcomed all of it, her soft moans dissolving into breathless gasps before rising again. One hand stayed laced with hers beside her head, their fingers intertwined; the other slid beneath her hips, lifting her so he could grind deeper inside her every time he bottomed out.
The heat of her moist depths, the tight clasp of her walls around him, the sensation overwhelmed Adam, and he nearly lost it. He was buried inside Elsa, a knight-commander, someone who might’ve been a goddess on Earth, and the sheer reality of it kept fracturing his thoughts. He watched her face in the dim light, her eyes half-lidded, mouth open, letting out uneven breaths that grew louder, more ragged with every deep thrust of his hips. Small, helpless sounds broke against his neck—half-whimpers, half-sighs—each one pulling him deeper into the moment. Her free hand roamed across his back, nails dragging lightly, then clutching hard as the pleasure built higher and higher, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Adam...” she breathed, holding onto him tight.
He felt her slick channel start to tighten around him, her walls rippling, fluttering, then clamping down hard. Her thighs quivered violently around his hips, her back lifted off the bed, breasts pressing against his chest as she climaxed with a long, shuddering cry; his name tore out from her throat in pieces. Her inner muscles pulsed rhythmically around his cock, milking him, pulling him deeper as wave after wave rolled through her.