Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha



"Vincent, you're back!" Isabella was the first to greet them the moment they stepped into the lavish island resort villa.

The villa was a unique construction, crafted entirely from bamboo, offering ample space for 30 people. However, this night, only five people shared its elegance: Vincent, Isabella, Erika, Selene, and another woman.

"Did you get the fragment ?" she asked.

"Yeah, it was easier with Erika joining me ," Vincent replied, flashing a grin.

He had insisted on being called Vincent, as he favored the name and aimed to keep his other identity under wraps for as long as possible. Of course it was lie , so they won't question his decision.

"That's great! By the way, I know you're worn out, but maybe we could hit the beach together?" Isabella suggested.

"At this late hour?" he questioned, but then he had a sudden realization that Isabella couldn't visit the beach during the day. Thus, her proposal made perfect sense.

"Yeah, sure! Let's all take a midnight dip," he nodded in agreement. "By the way, where's she?" he inquired.

"She's in the room. I told her to join us, but she insisted on waiting there," Isabella replied.

"Seems like she's still adjusting," Vincent sighed, understandingly.

"I'll have a chat with her. Please don't interrupt us," he replied, determined to have a heart-to-heart conversation with her.

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Within the confines of the room, he found her sitting by the window, gazing thoughtfully at the moonlit night.

In the soft glow of moonlit grace, she stood, a vision of ethereal beauty. Her short hazelnut hair dropped down perfectly on her shoulder, framing her enchanting face like the tendrils of an enigmatic vines. Her eyes, oh, her eyes—deep pools of warm brown, reminiscent of the earth awakening in the tender embrace of the first rays of a spring morning. 

Having seen her only in Fenrir's memory, he marveled at how her beauty had improved so much. It was only natural because she was just a human before. But now she stood as a paragon of grace and immortality, her allure surpassing her old self.

He approached her with a gentle smile, giving her a moment before speaking.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, taking a seat beside her.

She looked up, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. "Sure, go ahead."

Silence enveloped them briefly, the sound of distant waves caressing the shore providing a calming backdrop.

"Are you still not use to them, Emilia?" he asked . He could feel some sadness in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she paused, recalling his words.

"I'm just not accustomed to seeing so many beautiful women around you," she admitted. Though she was lovely in her own right, she couldn't help but feel overshadowed by Erika's radiance.

Even Selene and Isabella held their own beauty, leaving her feeling insecure about her position in his heart.

He sighed, fully comprehending her struggle with this newfound reality. He knew that when Fenrir had first encountered her, she was a human, and he couldn't help but see her as his favorite among them.

Just as he cherished Sophia deeply, Fenrir felt a special adoration for Emilia, as he was the embodiment of normality amidst his extraordinary world.

That's why Fenrir had never displayed all the other women to Emilia, unlike the others. He understood the delicate nature of her emotions and limited life span, so he wanted to protect her from any unnecessary discomfort.

"That guy has too many women," He sighed, recognizing the weight of taking responsibility for all of Fenrir's women. Yet, he couldn't blame him, for they were essentially the same person now. While he had retained his own identity, he knew he was also Fenrir, especially with the return of his memories. 

And looking at Emilia, he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in her. She could make any Hollywood star look mediocre; that's how beautiful she was.

"Don't worry, Emilia. I love you. I have loved you from the very moment I saw you that fateful night," he said, gently caressing her cheek and planting a tender kiss on her forehead—a gesture that Emilia cherished dearly.

Feeling the warmth in his hands, Emilia closed her eyes, savoring the tender moment between them. The affectionate touch and the words he spoke filled her heart with a sense of comfort and reassurance.

"You're as beautiful as I remembered," He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her after seeing her vulnerable appearance. Her soft lips caressed his lips gently, igniting a spark of passion within him.

Her lips curved into a smile as she returned his kiss.

"Can you be mine for a few minutes?" Emilia inquired with an embarrassed look ."I want to savor every moment with you," 

He didn't respond and carefully unbuttoned her white top garment, displaying her appealing proportions and flawless skin. A rush of anticipation washed over them both as he trailed his fingers along her exposed tits, increasing their connection and intensifying their desire.

Emila clutched his hair as he licked her neck, sending thrills down her slit. The feel of his wet saliva against her increased her sensitivity, making her lost her composure .

With gentle effort, he lifted her up, settling her comfortably on the windowsill. Slowly, he positioned himself between her legs, their bodies instinctively finding a comfortable and intimate alignment.

He noticed she was wearing a white T-Back underneath her skirt, which increased his desire even more.

Then he gradually pushed the small silk away, displaying her clean pussy. He licked it gently with his tongue, tasting the taste and reveling in her gentle gasps of pleasures. 

She'd been waiting for this moment for far too long, so it was his responsibility to satisfy her with his tongue and give her the pleasure she craved.

He could feel her body twitching with pleasure as he continued to explore her pussy . Each soft caress of his lips and flick of his tongue sent waves of ecstasy surging through her, pushing her closer to satisfaction. He knew exactly how to manipulate her needs, bringing her to the point of ecstasy then drawing back to teased her a little. 

"I love you," she whispered, her hand covering her mouth in an attempt to keep their tender moment private. However, in this cottage filled with supernaturals, her efforts proved futile, for their extraordinary senses could easily pick up on every heartfelt word exchanged between them. 

With her pussy completely wet, she realized it was time to repay the favor, so she lowered herself on the floor and unzipped his pants, eager to taste him.

"It's bigger than I remembered!" She giggled as she caught sight of it.

"Well, my body underwent some major upgrades," Vincent played along, enjoying her teasing banter.

"Well, it's a fantastic upgrade," she playfully remarked as she pulled him closer.

As she took his treasure into her mouth, she could feel her own body responding to its taste and texture ,his moans of pleasure encouraging her to go deeper.

He even gripped her hair tightly, urging her to move faster, and she did so, increasing the intensity of her blowjob. She endured such pace by using her own powerful body. 

The feeling of his grip and the sound of his ragged breaths drove her desire to pleasure him even more, determined to drive him to the pinnacle of bliss.

With each flick of her tongue and strong suction, she brought him closer to orgasm, mirroring the exquisite pleasure he had given upon her moments before. 

"I love you ,"