Starting With an SSS-Rank Goddess Summon!

Chapter 410: A Camera [Bonus Chapter]

The weapon was a masterwork of forgotten artistry.

It was a curved pirate saber, forged from an iridescent light-drinking oceanic alloy that shimmered between deep abyssal blue and seafoam green.

The guard was sculpted like the unhinged jaws of a sea serpent, and intricate runic veins mapped themselves across the fuller of the blade, radiating a rhythmic heartbeat of tidal mana.

"They called it..." Silas began, looking up at her with a knowing grin.

"Tidebringer," Morwenna and Silas said at the exact same moment.

Silas’s smile widened into a beaming expression.

"You really do know it."

Morwenna stared at the blade, completely transfixed.

The laziness, the lingering grief, and the haze instantly evaporated from her demeanor.

She scrambled off his lap in a fluid breathless motion, her bare feet hitting the cold floorboards as she stood before him.

"Ah..."

She reached out with trembling hands.

With an instinctive and deeply ingrained gesture of ultimate reverence toward the blade and the man who had returned it to her, she offered a small respectful bow before wrapping her calloused fingers around the leather-bound hilt.

FUU!

The moment her skin made contact with the oceanic metal, her stormy gray eyes flared with terrifying intensity.

A fierce, breathtaking smirk spread across her lips, showing her sharp canines.

"It really is you, Tidebrin—"

WHOOSH!

Before she could finish the name, the physical reality of the master quarters violently dissolved.

The air pressure inverted with catastrophic force. In a fraction of a second, the stone walls, the hearth, and the wooden furniture were completely engulfed by a colossal, roaring phantom ocean.

Silas’s breath was violently ripped from his lungs.

An overwhelming sensation of being plunged miles deep into an icy, pitch-black abyss washed over his senses.

The suffocating weight of billions of gallons of phantom seawater crushed against his ribs, making it impossible to draw oxygen with the roar of deep-sea currents thundering directly inside his skull.

Morwenna stood in the center of the surging illusion.

Her long dark hair billowed upward as if suspended weightlessly in the deep ocean tides, her loose linen shirt rippling violently against the phantom current.

The saber in her hand was howling, drinking in the sudden resonance of its true master.

Instead of panicking, Morwenna simply threw her head back and let out a loud ringing laugh that echoed through the watery void.

"Still as feisty as ever, aren’t you, girl?!" Morwenna barked at the weapon with fierce affection. "Calm yourself! We’re home now!"

She slammed a massive surge of her own SSS-Rank mythic mana down her arm and directly into the hilt.

The saber shuddered, letting out a submissive musical chime.

Instantly, the roaring phantom ocean shattered like fragile glass. The crushing water pressure vanished, the suffocating depths evaporated, and the dry warm air of the Keep flooded back into the room.

"Gah!"

Silas took a deep sudden gasp of air, coughing lightly as his lungs readjusted to the reality of the bedroom.

He looked up at her, thoroughly impressed and slightly exasperated by the absurdity of the relic.

’Does it need to be like that? Or is it me or has it become stronger?’

Morwenna didn’t pause as she fluidly swept the curved blade through the empty air of the room.

SHING! SHING!

The strikes were executed with terrifying master-class elegance.

Even though she wasn’t channeling destructive force into the room, the razor-sharp edge cut the ambient air so cleanly that faint vacuum whistles chirped along the trajectory of her slashes.

She stopped, resting the flat of the glowing blue-green blade against her palm, admiring the pristine metal with an expression of quiet awe.

"It hasn’t aged a single day..." Morwenna murmured softly, her fingers tracing the serpentine crossguard. "Still just like I remember it. So damn beautiful."

She looked over at Silas, her stormy eyes glowing with a personal warmth.

"This blade was the only gift my mother ever gave me before she vanished into the cosmic rifts," Morwenna explained, her voice dropping to a gentle nostalgic murmur. "She forged it from the heart of a fallen deep-sea leviathan. I carried it through every raid, every storm, and every war I ever fought. Both of us... we’ve truly come a long way, Captain."

With a subtle mental command, Morwenna released her grip.

Instead of falling to the floor, the heavy saber liquefied into a stream of iridescent oceanic light.

The light surged into the back of her right hand, searing itself into her flesh with a soft sizzle.

When the glow faded, an intricate deep-blue tattoo of a curved saber wrapped in sea serpents rested cleanly against her skin.

Silas blinked in surprise.

"A spatial imprint?"

"Soul-bound," Morwenna replied with a sharp satisfied smirk, flexing her fingers. "As long as it’s within my dimensional vicinity, only I can draw it to its full potential. To anyone else, it’s just a ridiculously heavy slab of pretty metal with a bit of power."

She slowly turned her gaze back toward him.

The nostalgic reverence in her posture shifted seamlessly into something far more dangerous, Morwenna looked fiercely affectionate like she wanted to eat him whole.

"Now then..." Morwenna purred, stepping across the floorboards toward the edge of the bed. Her hips swayed with lazy, deliberate confidence. "You went all the way to that soft human world, spent a small fortune, and brought me back my soul... A good Captain deserves an appropriate reward, doesn’t he?"

Silas raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? And what kind of reward does a Pirate Queen offer?"

Morwenna didn’t bother answering with words.

She lunged forward like a striking panther, climbing directly back onto the bed and straddling his lap with overwhelming physical force.

Before Silas could even react, she planted her calloused hands firmly against his shoulders, slamming him backward flat against the plush mattress and pinning him down beneath her weight.

She leaned down until her face was mere inches from his, her dark hair curtaining their faces in intimate shadow.

Despite her aggressive dominating posture, a sudden furious bright red blush violently erupted across her cheeks, spreading all the way down to her neck.

Her stormy gray eyes wavered between fierce hunger and flustered shyness.

"For doing this for me..." Morwenna stammered slightly, her voice dropping into a breathless, desperately bold whisper, "...you can put your babies inside me, Captain."

Silas stared at her, genuinely taken aback by her bluntness.

Morwenna’s face burned like a furnace, but she refused to back down. Her mind was entirely consumed by the lingering memories of the past few nights.

She remembered hiding in the closet behind them waiting for Silas to enter so she could ask for sex with the moves Eluned had taught her, only to hear the unmistakable shameful sounds of Silas and Eluned together.

She had peeked through the crack in the closet and seen the breathtaking World-Tree Goddess completely undone, weeping and crying out as Silas took her against the headboard.

Morwenna was a virgin of course, she didn’t even know what Intercourse meant truly... People in her ship did it and had more kids but Morwenna couldn’t, they were like children to her.

Why would she fuck her kids?

Right now, in terms of actual experience with a man she genuinely loved? She was hopelessly behind... That arrogant elven Goddess held all the advantages, and it drove the Pirate Queen insane.

She had even made the catastrophic mistake of venting her frustrated feelings to Aeliana earlier that week over a bottle of rum, confessing how hot and flustered it made her feel just watching the two of them from the shadows.

Aeliana had stared at her with utter deadpan elven judgment and casually muttered. "So you’re a cuckold, then."

A cuck?! Morwenna had nearly drawn steel on the Arcanist right then and there.

What in the seven hells did that mortal word even mean?!

Just because she had touched herself in the dark, getting dripping wet to the intoxicating image of her Captain roughly railing that whiny divine tree-spirit into the mattress?

That didn’t make her a watcher... it made her a starving woman waiting for her turn at the table!

She wanted to be the one crying out under his hands. She wanted her Captain to dominate her, to pin her down, and to breed her until she couldn’t walk.

Most importantly, she wanted to win.

In the Sovereign Realm, it was notoriously difficult for a lower-ranked or lower aged being to impregnate an SSS-Rank, especially one that had lived for centuries due to the massive conceptual gap in life-force power.

It required endless attempts, dedication, and sheer volume of stamina but Morwenna didn’t care about the mathematical odds.

She would ride him until the sun broke if she had to. As long as she claimed the title of bearing his very first child before Eluned, before Aeliana, or before any of the other seventy women in the barracks could even try, she would die a happy conqueror.

"You’re making quite a bold proposition, Morwenna," Silas teased softly, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest as his hands came up to lightly grip her waist. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Don’t mock me, Captain!" Morwenna snapped playfully, though her voice trembled with raw desire.

She leaned down and aggressively crushed her mouth against his, grinding her lips against his in a desperate bruising kiss that tasted of rich liquor and sweet untamed fire.

SMACK! SMACK!

She parted from his lips with a wet panting gasp, her gray eyes burning with fierce determination.

"Haah... Haah..."

"I am serious," she growled against his jawline. "I want your children. I want them right now so you better breed me into the mattress, Captain, or I’ll—"

Before she could finish her threat, Silas’s blue eyes flashed with a sudden golden light.

In a terrifyingly swift and effortless burst of motion, Silas shifted his weight.

The physical tables turned in a fraction of a second.

Morwenna gasped as the world spun, finding herself thrown flat onto her back against the furs, her slender wrists pinned firmly above her head against the wooden headboard by Silas’s unyielding grip.

Silas loomed over her, his broad shoulders casting her entirely in his shadow as he looked down at her with a smirk.

"Well, well..." Silas murmured, his voice dropping into a dark baritone that sent a violent jolt of electricity straight down her spine. "I shouldn’t keep my Hero waiting, should I?"

Morwenna’s entire body shuddered.

A desperate burning heat flared between her thighs as the fabric of her trousers instantly grew heavy and damp against her skin.

’Gods... I just completely wet myself,’ Morwenna thought frantically, her mind short-circuiting as a euphoric wave of submission washed over her.

She was a woman who bowed to no god, yet the feeling of being utterly overpowered, pinned down, and thoroughly dominated by Silas was the hottest and most intoxicating sensation she had ever experienced in her entire life.

’I want to have sex... Please no interruptions... Let him rail me hard. My womb is trembling too...’

Silas leaned down slowly, his eyes locking onto her exposed pale throat.

Just as his lips were about to press against her skin—

CREEEAAAK!

The heavy oak doors of the master quarters swung completely open.

"Ehehehe~" A familiar melodic giggle echoed merrily through the room.

Silas froze, his forehead resting lightly against Morwenna’s collarbone. Morwenna’s eyes snapped wide in disbelief, her head violently turning toward the entrance.

Standing in the doorway, wearing her pristine, flowing emerald silk dress, was Eluned.

The SSS-Rank Goddess leaned comfortably against the doorframe, her silver-green hair tumbling over her shoulders.

She had a massive radiant smile plastered across her face with her cheeks lightly flushed as she casually rubbed her bare thighs together in shameless excitement.

"You two were just about to do it, weren’t you?" Eluned purred happily, her vibrant green eyes practically sparkling with voyeuristic delight.

She waved a delicate hand toward the bed, gesturing for them to continue. "Oh, please, do not stop on my account! Proceed, proceed! I want to watch every single second of it!"

Silas slowly lifted his head, letting out a heavy exhausted sigh. "Eluned..."

"What in the nine hells are you doing in here, you overgrown houseplant?!" Morwenna shrieked, her face turning an incandescent crimson as she desperately tried to pull her pinned wrists free from Silas’s grip.

Eluned didn’t flinch.

Instead, she reached into the folds of her silk robes with a triumphant grin and pulled out a sleek, rectangular device made of polished dwarven brass and runic glass.

It was a camera.

Just two days prior, Thora and the dwarven blacksmiths had reverse-engineered the high-tier digital recording technology brought over by Lord Sky’s integration team, adapting it to run on mana crystals.

Eluned had claimed the very first functional prototype for herself.

"I need proper documentation!" Eluned declared proudly, holding the device up to her eye and adjusting the runic focus. "The Pirate Queen always acts so tough and terrifying on the battlefield... I want to see the exact face she makes when Silas takes her! I want to capture her little ahegao expressions and preserve them in crystal forever!"

After they had sex... Eluned had turned into a very big pervert.

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