Mehen’s gaze locked onto Ra’s hazel eyes, his ebony pools shimmering with a hunger that transcended lust—it was longing, deep and raw. 

Ra felt something foreign, like an electric current surging through her soul, a spark she had never known but couldn’t deny.

 His hand cupped her cheek with a reverence that made her breath hitch. 

At that moment, Ra knew—this wasn’t about fulfilling the Prophecy of the Shars. 

No, this was something alive, something divine, something entirely theirs.

When Mehen’s lips met hers, it wasn’t a kiss—it was an invocation. 

Slow, deliberate, savoring every moment, every taste. 

His lips left a trace of fire on hers, his smirk a challenge to the universe itself: Can anyone possibly be this irresistible? 

As he laid her gently on the Earth, his touch was both reverent and possessive, the dichotomy driving her senses wild.

Ra’s breath quickened as he methodically slid her skirt down, his movements deliberate, his intent unmistakable. 

His hands—magic incarnate—parted her legs, and his eyes burned into hers as though he could see straight into her soul. 

When he pressed a kiss to her calf, trailing upward, his moan vibrated against her skin, a promise of what was to come.

"May I?" he asked, his voice a seductive caress that sent shivers down her spine.

 Ra was rendered speechless, managed a shaky nod.

 And then, Mehen descended—tongue, lips, and teeth worshipping her with a fervor that left her mind spinning and her body arching. 

His moans against her core were a melody, a hymn of devotion.

"It’s real, Ra...and forever," Mehen murmured, his voice breaking through her haze of pleasure.

 Ra barely registered his words; her thoughts were a jumbled mess of sensations as he claimed her with a hunger that felt eternal.

 She had forgotten he could read her thoughts until he asked, not with words but with his mind, "May I drink from you... Here?"

Her body trembled at the implication, her mind racing. 

Could he truly take her essence, her life force, from this sacred space? 

The question alone made her dizzy with the possibilities.

 And then she answered, her voice a whisper drenched in desire: "Yes."

Mehen’s grin was feral, his fangs descending achingly slow as his gaze locked onto hers. 

When he sank into her, it was like time itself paused, the stars above bearing witness to their union.

 His moans vibrated through her as he fed, and Ra’s world exploded in a kaleidoscope of sensations.

 Her body spasmed uncontrollably, and through the haze of pleasure, she felt his smile against her core—a wickedly satisfied, utterly in-love smile.

When he withdrew, Mehen’s eyes softened, his naked body pressing against hers with a tenderness that belied the intensity of their passion. 

He kissed her, a kiss that carried the weight of eternity, and whispered, "So, Ra, we’re doing this. 100%?"

Ra, her mind still spinning, her heart full, gazed into his hypnotic ebony eyes. Her lips curved into a sly, knowing smile. "200."

Beneath the moonlight, they lay entwined, the stars above a silent testament to their connection.

 In that moment, the world and all its chaos faded away. 

There was only them, their love, and the electric current of life that pulsed between them.

Because sometimes, destiny isn’t written in prophecies—it’s carved into the soul by the touch of the one you were always meant to find. 🌙✨