When time forgets us

Mistake pls move to the next chapter 5 - marked by moonlight and continue reading...

The ground beneath Elara’s feet hummed with raw power. The moon—bloody and full—seemed to pulse in rhythm with her breath. Her fingertips tingled, skin glowing with threads of silver and gold that danced over her like a second skin.

David stood frozen, his gaze devouring her like it was the first time he truly *saw* her. Kael, on the other hand, looked like a predator entranced by the prey that just grew fangs.

“Elara…” David murmured, voice hoarse.

“No,” she interrupted, stepping forward. “Not Elara anymore. That version of me died the moment I stopped begging.”

David swallowed hard. Kael smiled darkly. “So... the Flamebringer awakens.”

She raised her hand. A flame burst to life in her palm—white-hot and thrumming with power. But it didn’t burn her. It obeyed her.

“You don’t get to name me,” she said, fire dancing along her bare arm like a caress. “I name myself.”

Kael stepped closer, eyes gleaming. “Then show us.”

Before either could react, she flicked her wrist and they were slammed to the ground—not from violence, but from the sheer force of her desire. Her power was seduction and destruction wrapped together, and now… she embraced it.

She straddled David, eyes fierce, voice a low growl. “You said you’d protect me. That you’d never leave. Prove it.”

He pulled her close, their bodies flush. “I’ll worship every inch of you.”

Their lips crashed together, heat exploding between them. She clawed at his shirt, tearing it away as flames licked at their skin. Her mouth was on his neck, his chest, her breath scalding. He groaned her name like a prayer.

But just as he slid his hand between her thighs—

Kael’s magic flared.

He pulled her toward him with a wave of shadow. “You think I’ll let him have all of you?” he growled, voice vibrating with need.

“You don’t get to take,” she hissed. “You ask.”

Kael froze. Then… dropped to his knees.

“I’m asking.”

That power, that moment—her control, her dominance—it lit something dark and thrilling in her. She leaned down, whispered in his ear, “Then beg.”

Kael’s hands gripped her thighs. David moved behind her again, lips trailing her back. She was between them—claimed by neither, consumed by both.

Her power surged—pleasure and flame mixing. They groaned beneath her, helpless and ravenous.

And just when their moans reached fever pitch—

Everything stopped.

The earth shook.

A figure stepped out from the shadows… cloaked in bone, eyes like dying stars.

“Elara Blake,” the figure said. “The Flamebringer has awakened. But will you burn the world… or save it?”

Her heart pounded.

Because this wasn’t over.

It was only the beginning.

—

Kael’s breath trembled against the inside of her thigh as he knelt before her, his lips parted, his pride stripped by the force of her command. The air between them crackled—thick with magic, hunger, and something darker... submission.

“I said beg,” Elara whispered, firelight dancing over her curves like silk.

Kael’s voice was gravel. “Let me worship you. Let me burn with you.”

David’s hands slid up her sides, grounding her in contrast to Kael’s chaos. He was firm, steady. A knight with his hands now on a goddess.

But Elara was no longer something to be saved.

She tilted her head back and let out a sound—half-moan, half-growl—as their hands and mouths worked in tandem. Kael’s tongue traced reverent lines along her thighs while David’s fingers teased her breasts, his lips on her neck.

And then she unleashed.

Magic exploded from her core—not violent, but intoxicating. The cave walls glowed, runes long-forgotten illuminating with her awakening. Every nerve in her body was alive, raw and surging with lust, power, purpose.

She pushed Kael back with a smirk, spun, and straddled David again.

“This is mine now,” she said, hips grinding against him.

David groaned, grasping her hips. “You’re dangerous.”

“Good,” she breathed, kissing him hard.

Behind her, Kael rose—eyes gleaming with jealousy and desire. She turned her head, locking eyes with him.

“Watch,” she commanded.

David slid inside her, and the sensation made stars burst behind her eyes. She moved with purpose—slow, deep, riding him like a queen reclaiming her throne. Her moans filled the chamber, echoing through magic and stone. David’s hands fisted in her hair, his mouth finding her collarbone, her shoulder, her chest.

Kael’s breathing quickened as he stood mesmerized, and Elara reached out her hand toward him.

“You want to feel this?” she taunted, riding David harder. “You have to earn it.”

Kael stepped forward, undressed with one fluid motion, and sank to his knees again. She pulled his head between her breasts while David moved inside her faster now, deeper.

Their rhythm was wild. Unforgiving.

The air turned molten.

And just when the peak came—when the flames burst from her in a shuddering, body-breaking c****x—Elara screamed. But it wasn’t just pleasure.

It was power.

A shockwave of white fire exploded from her chest, sending Kael back and David gripping her tighter with a gasp. The cave split slightly—an ancient stone cracking in the distance. Runes sizzled to life.

She collapsed into David’s arms, glowing like embers, breath ragged, heartbeat wild.

“That was…” Kael whispered, eyes wide with awe.

“Just the beginning,” she said.

But then… the shadows shifted.

The cloaked figure from before stepped fully into view, dragging a black staff behind them. Their voice echoed, not from their mouth—but inside her mind.

“The Flamebringer’s pleasure is the key... But what you’ve unleashed can no longer be contained.”

Elara’s body tensed.

David moved in front of her.

Kael summoned a blade of pure shadow.

But the figure only laughed.

“You’ll have to choose,” they said. “Desire... or destiny.”

—

The cloaked figure stepped fully into the light, revealing nothing beneath the hood but shifting shadows and glowing eyes. The energy pouring from them wasn’t just power—it was old, ancient magic. The kind that hadn’t touched the earth in centuries.

“You’ve awakened more than just your gift, Elara,” the figure said. “You’ve shaken the veil between realms.”

David’s grip tightened on Elara’s arm. “Who are you?”

“I am the Keeper of the Rift. And you… have just torn it open.”

Elara pulled herself upright, still glowing with heat and arousal, but now layered with confusion and growing fear. “I didn’t mean to…”

The figure raised the staff, and the runes in the cave pulsed with a dark rhythm. A tear in the air split open behind them, swirling with smoke and screaming whispers.

Kael stepped forward, shadows dancing along his arm. “Back away from her.”

“Too late,” the Keeper rasped. “The bond is formed. The Flamebringer’s heart now feeds the rift.”

A pulse of magic shot from Elara’s chest, connecting her to the swirling rift. She cried out as images flooded her mind—cities burning, lovers torn apart, skies cracking open.

David pulled her close, trying to shield her. “What do we do?”

Kael turned to her, his eyes darker now, conflicted. “You have to close it… or sacrifice something to stabilize it.”

“Sacrifice?” she rasped, dizzy from the flood of energy.

The Keeper nodded slowly. “Love… lust… even your power. Choose.”

Elara looked between the two men.

David, whose steady hands had caught her when she first stumbled into this chaos. Who had kissed her gently before devouring her like she was air.

Kael, whose wild, tormented hunger matched hers in ways she never thought possible. Who had knelt before her and begged—not for dominance, but for purpose.

A tear ran down her cheek. “I can't give up either of you.”

The Keeper tilted their head. “Then the world will burn.”

But then, Elara straightened. Her voice grew firm. “No. I won’t give either of them up.”

She placed her hands on Kael and David's chests. “We are strongest together. The bond wasn’t a mistake—it was a key.”

She closed her eyes and focused, channeling the memory of their shared heat, their desire, their connection. The pleasure from moments ago surged through her again, but now it wasn’t just lust—it was love, trust, magic.

The rift howled in protest.

But it started to shrink.

The Keeper staggered. “Impossible…”

Elara’s voice rang clear. “This isn’t just about desire—it’s about choosing to fight for something real.”

Light exploded from her chest again, wrapping around the three of them. The rift shrieked and sealed itself with a flash. The runes died down. Silence returned.

When Elara opened her eyes, the Keeper was gone.

Kael stumbled, panting. “What… was that?”

David pulled her close. “Whatever it was… you controlled it.”

Elara collapsed into their arms, trembling. “We still don’t know what I am.”

“No,” David murmured. “But whatever you are, you’re ours. And we’re yours.”

Kael kissed her shoulder, his voice low. “And we’ll burn or rise with you.”

Above them, the moon emerged from the clouds—red and full.

But its light felt different now.

Charged.

Marked.

Elara lifted her head, fire flickering in her eyes.

This wasn’t the end.

It was only the beginning of something darker, hotter… and far more dangerous.

—

Elara gasped, the power still burning beneath her skin. Her limbs trembled, not just from the aftermath of magic but from the raw intensity of what had just happened between the three of them. Her connection to Kael and David wasn’t just physical—it was now woven into her very soul.

David brushed sweat-slicked strands of hair from her face. “You okay?”

Elara nodded weakly. “I don’t know what just happened… but it was more than magic.”

Kael’s voice was rough, his expression unreadable. “That wasn’t just a bond. That was a convergence. You summoned something ancient. Something not meant to be awakened yet.”

The runes on the walls, once glowing faintly, now flared—then suddenly dimmed to black. A gust of cold air rushed into the chamber as if the earth itself exhaled.

Then the ground trembled.

A loud *c***k* echoed as a fissure split through the stone beneath their feet. From it poured a deep, humming sound—like a heartbeat, slow and heavy.

A voice—neither male nor female—slithered into the air.

*“The Flamebringer has risen… and the Reckoning begins.”*

David stood, pulling Elara to her feet. “What the hell is the Reckoning?”

Kael’s face turned pale. “It’s a prophecy. One the Moon Coven kept hidden for centuries. It speaks of a woman born under a broken eclipse, destined to either scorch the realms or save them… through fire and desire.”

Elara swallowed hard. “That’s what I felt. That… hunger.”

David stepped close, his hand finding hers. “And now you’ve been claimed by both of us. You chose neither and both. Maybe that’s what the prophecy needed.”

Kael nodded. “Balance.”

Suddenly, the shadows in the chamber shifted.

Out stepped a woman—tall, cloaked in silver moonlight, her eyes glowing white.

“Balance has always been fragile,” she said. “And you, Elara Blake, have shattered the scales.”

The woman’s cloak unfurled, revealing a blade made of starlight.

Kael stepped forward. “High Priestess Lyra…”

Elara’s pulse quickened. “You know her?”

“She was the one who exiled me,” Kael growled. “She knew what I was—and feared I’d find you.”

Lyra’s voice echoed. “And now that you have… the world must choose. Flame or ash. Lust or loyalty.”

David moved beside Elara. “We’re not choosing. We’re fighting.”

The chamber rumbled again, and Elara felt the surge rise inside her—the Flame. Her hands glowed, her breath turned to steam.

“I won’t be your prophecy,” she said, her voice like thunder. “I’ll write my own fate.”

And then she flung her hands forward.

Flames burst into the air, forming wings of golden fire behind her.

The Priestess raised her blade, Kael drew his shadows, and David braced himself with glowing runes crawling up his arms.

The battle for Elara’s destiny had begun.