The soft glow of dawn painted the inn room in hues of silver and rose, a stark contrast to the primal passions of the night. I lay there, utterly content, Amelia nestled deeply in my embrace. Just gazing at her—a goddess willingly reduced to my plaything—filled me with a profound, pervasive satisfaction that hummed through my very core. Her sleeping face was a masterpiece of divine tranquility, even in this cloned, mortal form. Her long, dark hair fanned across the pillow like spilled silk, framing a visage of ethereal beauty that stole my breath. Her impossibly long, dark eyelashes brushed gently against her high cheekbones. Her lips, slightly parted, were full and soft, still swollen from our intimate night, beckoning to be kissed again.
Her skin, even in the dim light, seemed to radiate a faint, pearlescent shimmer, impossibly smooth and unblemished. I traced the delicate curve of her jawline, feeling the warmth of her breath against my chest, the slow, steady rhythm of her heart against my own. Her lush breasts, heavy and soft, were pressed against my side, their nipples still slightly engorged, a faint scent of milk and sweet arousal rising from them. Her pussy, still damp from our profound union, nestled against my thigh, a silent testament to her complete satisfaction and surrender. She stirred faintly, a soft sigh escaping her, and instinctively snuggled closer, her body molding itself even more perfectly to mine. This wasn't just a woman; this was a living goddess, utterly devoted, utterly transformed by my touch—a profound and alluring vision of pure bliss.
My thoughts drifted to my internal status. I knew I had gained from our intimate session, but I wanted to confirm the numbers.
My Updated Stats:
Strength: 95 (Low -> Low, but improved!) - A solid increase, thanks to her constitution.
Agility: 80 (Low -> Low, but improved!) - Every thrust, every movement counted.
Mana: 70 (Low -> Low, but improved!) - Crucial gains here. Her magic transferred directly to me.
Constitution: 105 (Low -> Average!) - Her raw stamina definitely paid off.
Charisma: 125 (Average -> Average, slightly improved!) - Her devotion polished my presence.
Luck: 35 (Low -> Low, slightly improved!) - Every bit helps.
My Sextony skill was indeed the real kicker. The subtle hum of amplified power within me confirmed its effectiveness. Amelia, even in her clone form, was a potent source of raw stats, and our "lovey-dovey" session had been remarkably efficient for Essence Transfer.
Amelia's Current Stats (Clone Form):
Strength: 110 (Average)
Agility: 105 (Average)
Mana: 150 (Average - Significantly higher than mine, even depowered. Her inherent divine essence.)
Constitution: 120 (Average)
Charisma: 200 (Average)
Luck: 90 (Low)
Amelia stirred, her eyes fluttering open. They met mine, still hazy with sleep but quickly filling with that familiar, ardent devotion. A soft smile touched her lips.
"Good morning, my lord," she whispered, her voice husky. "Such... fulfillment. I feel truly rested, truly... yours."
"Good morning, Goddess," I rumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You performed admirably."
She beamed, a genuine flush rising on her cheeks. "It is my honor to serve, my lord. My pleasure is your gain."
We rose, dressed in the simple village clothes, and after a breakfast of coarse bread and watery stew from the innkeeper, we ventured out. The village, while seemingly quaint, was my first true step into this new world, and I intended to learn everything.
Our initial reconnaissance was thorough. We walked through the bustling market square of Oakhaven, observing the villagers going about their day. My Mind Reading skill, though still low-level, allowed me to pick up snippets of their thoughts, anxieties, and mundane concerns. Amelia, ever vigilant, silently absorbed the magical currents, her heightened senses discerning the subtle flow of power through the community.
We spent the better part of the morning simply listening and observing. This new world, the Realm of Eldoria, was a fascinating and fertile ground for my ambitions, built upon a unique power structure I was now beginning to unravel. It operated on a feudal system, echoing the medieval hierarchies, complete with Knights, Barons, and Lords. However, the fundamental difference, the very essence of its society, was its pervasive matriarchal dominance.
At the apex of this hierarchy sat the Queen, the undisputed sovereign whose word was law. The title of "King" was merely ceremonial, a figurehead often chosen for lineage or symbolic representation, but utterly devoid of true authority. The real power—the decision-making, the command over armies and resources—lay firmly in the Queen's hands.
This matriarchy extended downwards. Villages and regions were governed by Matron-Mages, powerful women like the one I'd observed at the gate, who wielded significant magical and political influence. They served as local rulers, judges, and protectors, their authority stemming directly from their magical prowess and their position in the feminine lineage of power. Men, in contrast, largely occupied roles of physical labor, trade, military service (often under female commanders), or domestic duties. They were, in essence, the supporting cast, subservient and deferential to the powerful women who commanded their world. Their demeanor was generally timid, even submissive, especially in the presence of strong Matron-Mages. Oakhaven itself was a prime example of this societal structure, quietly governed by its own powerful Matron-Mage.
The core of this world's power dynamics, and my greatest asset, lay in two intertwined rules: Essence Transfer and the Magical Feedback Loop, which led directly to the pervasive Deprived Desire of its powerful women. This realm was a game, and I had just found its ultimate exploit.