Amiri's pale lips let out agonising muffled moans, cold sweat hanged like beads from the ruthless intercourse.
"Say my name. Come on, say it."
The man's voice now a low distant tone start to evoke dormant memories.
Amiri turned her head to look outside, tears rolled to the side and blurred her sight of the dark daunting figure that moved and grew in the shadows.
It was scary.
However what she found more frightening was the torrents of rain that fell endlessly drowning her cries. Perceived as the earth equally crying at her misfortune.
"You are now mine, Noona. I'm never leaving your side. Ever..."
Amiri felt something wet and hot spill on her insides but it was a mere feeling as the man carried on, riding her like a stallion.
"Think deep Noona, about the name you mentioned fleetingly. A name I stuck to upon your mispronunciation. The name you shortened and wished it were what I am called."
Amiri focused and dug deep back in time. Forgotten memories of no significance sprang up.
'Mecha.'
'Yes young lady.'
'What did you say it's name is?'
'Sigh. Listen carefully miss and try to remember it.'
'Ay ay just say it.'
'Its name is Armantiphilusophil'
'Bah it won't stick. It's too long. Who names their pets that?'
'Its a special name from the god race. Not everyone can own such a blessed name.'
'Well I won't ever name it that ridiculous name.'
'Young lady, then give him a suitable name.'
'I guess I will go with A****'
Ahh that's right. That's the name. A name playfully uttered.
"Ar..min..."
Amiri stuttered then passed out.
Armin grinned pleased.
"That's right. Dream of me Noona. I love you."
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FOUNDERS THOUGHTS.
The culmination of five years of patient plotting finally unfolded—the unconscious figure sprawled before Armin, an undeniable testament to their shared endeavor, an irreversible pact sealed in secrecy and shadows.
Armin, in the silent recesses of his thoughts, held an unwavering conviction—a certainty that Amiri possessed the unique ability to contain his overwhelming power, the potential to birth the next founder. Years of traversing realms, seeking alternatives to quell the relentless surge of his mana as the god of fertility, had led him to this decisive moment.
Leading an abstinent life, despite his role, bore its consequences. The backlash manifested in a relentless surge of his powers, threatening to consume him. Desperation drove him to seek an heir urgently, someone to inherit his powers and mitigate the swelling mana congestion within.
His initial attempts at sharing his mana among fellow gods resulted in dire repercussions, compelling him to reclaim it before it brought about their collective demise. Mating with lower gods proved disastrous before the coupling could be done, their feeble resonance resulting in death. The chaos extended beyond, claiming those in Armin's proximity and leading him to futile isolation.
In a final gambit, Armin descended to the human world, suppressing his godlyness as much as he could and assuming the form of a young cub. It was during this time that he encountered Count Louvred who happened to see him shapeshift.
Promising to help, Armin went along with the Count to his abode, where he met Amiri, a woman who left an indelible mark on his godly heart. Yet, driven by a desire for profit and a tranquil life, she cast aside emotional bonds, discarding Armin as though he were inconsequential.
Hurt and betrayed, Armin bided his time, learning ruthlessness from the very person who had callously abandoned him. His return was not marked by the tender cub she once knew; it heralded the inception of a relentless pursuit of retribution.
As he stood victorious, Armin had achieved his sought-after vengeance. He was certain that Amiri, guilt-ridden and compelled to assuage his wounded emotions, would now stay by his side. The brand of a founder etched upon her, her destiny was inescapable.
For Amiri, there was no avoiding the inevitable. Her fate was sealed—a penance for the painful years ahead, as she unwittingly became the favored person of a founder. In this silent dance of destiny, the pouring sky echoed the intricate depths of divine machinations.
The End...