Suddenly, Kane pulled out, causing Mána to whine and whimper. But he didn't stay out long. He turned her around and used one hand to press her pleasured face into the crimson stone and the other to harshly spank her ass. 

As soon as his hand hit her butt, Mána started moaning louder. "Y— yesss! Punish me! I— I deserve it! Claim me as yours! Mark me!" 

"You got it, bitch," Kane growled, before hilting inside her again in one stroke. "AaaaaAAaaah!" Mána moaned and trembled, suddenly cumming wildly. 

But Kane wasn't done. He didn't care about her orgasm. He only started moving faster again, smacking her ass between every pump, while roughly pressing her face into the stone underneath.  

At this point, Mána's mind had melted and all she could do was mumble and moan.  

Suddenly, Kane felt a powerful urgency inside him. A pressure was building up. At the same time, the rune on his hand started burning painfully.  

On instinct, he looked up and noticed a reverse whirlpool had appeared in the sky, one that he quickly recognized as being very similar to the one that brought him the lust shard in his dream. 

Only this time, it wasn't a pink strand that wound its way to him, it was gold, and it emanated a power that made Kane sick to his stomach.  

The rune on his hand burned harder, and the pressure inside build, begging to be released. He quickly realized this pressure wanted to fight back against the approaching strand of gold, but he also knew it was too weak right now. 

He knew he was almost out of time, and that knowledge quickly sobered him up a little. He looked down at the mess he had created and dove back down. Pushing Mána flat, he laid down on top of her and moved his hips at tremendous speed, bringing himself closer and closer to the edge. 

He wrapped his arm around Mána's throat and whispered in her ear. "It's almost time, bitch. Squeeze your cunt for me and milk my cock. Hand your power over to me, and remember this moment, so that you'll never scheme against me again!" 

"Y— Yesssss!" the crimson woman moaned, a silly grin on her face, barely able to push her voice passed his arm. "I willll!" 

Immediately, Mána came again, and her pussy spasmed around Kane's cock. With pleasure and lust filling his body, and his fury somewhat abated, he grunted loudly and unloaded his cum into the crimson woman's womb.  

Instantly, power surged into his body by the bucket load, nearly overwhelming his senses. Kane gasped, eyes widening in shock and exhilaration. Never had he felt such raw energy coursing through him.  

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The rune on his hand flared brilliantly, and even his cores received a massive boost, instantly raising all of them to the fifth rank. 

But none of this mattered to him now. There was only one thing on his mind. He pulled out of Mána and turned around. Above him, the golden strand had almost reached him. The disgust he felt instinctively told him its purpose, but rather than fear it, his lips curled into a savage grin. 

"Time for a little payback!" he snarled, while finally unleashing the pressure he'd been feeling. Instantly, the energy concentrated around his hand, forming a pulsating pink bubble of pure destruction. 

With a primal roar, Kane struck. The pink energy exploded outward, obliterating the golden strand and surging towards the whirlpool beyond.  

The beam appeared to tear through reality itself, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake, before finally disappearing through the whirlpool's focal point. A wave of power spread out but dissipated into nothing. 

An otherworldly screech rent the air—a sound of agony and fury that threatened to shatter Kane's very being. He clutched his head, but the pain was inescapable. That elven face swam before him once more, its features contorted in rage and, most satisfyingly, pain.  

Then, as suddenly as it began, silence fell. The chaos vanished, leaving Kane's soul in an eerie calm. The sea resumed its swirling, dark clouds drifting overhead as if nothing had happened. 

Panting heavily, Kane surveyed his surroundings with wild eyes. "Is it over?" he mumbled. A great relief flooded his body as the previous dizziness and discomfort quickly drained away. 

Still panting, he fell down to one knee and punched the rock underneath him. He closed his eyes, and finally felt his calm returning. Lust left his body, and he actually felt a little better after having unleashing some of his wrath on Mána's body. 

"Right, Mána…" he mumbled with alarm, before turning his head in the crimson woman's direction. But when he saw what was there, he raised an eyebrow. "Where the hell did she go?" he frowned. 

There was no sign of Mána anywhere, only some of their fluids on the rock were proof of what just happened. Yet, before he could think much more about this, the crimson rock he was standing on suddenly started fading away as well. 

"What the…!" he exclaimed, before suddenly falling back into the dark sea below. But before he even fully realized this new situation, he blinked, and it changed again. 

For the fourth time in one day, Kane awoke with a start. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up quickly, his head on a swivel.  

Immediately, he realized he was back in that white room and sitting on the medical bed, surrounded by the same machines that had stuck him with countless needles before. Only, he wasn't restrained anymore.  

"What the fuck…!" he rasped with a dry throat but had to blink when he didn't recognize his own voice. Rather than the usual baritone, it had become a low, almost threatening growl that barely sounded human. 

He looked down in alarm and was shocked by what he found. His body was covered in fur as black as midnight, his legs looked like those of an animal with inverted knees, and his hands had become far larger. His fingers were almost twice the size as before, with sharp claws on the end of them. 

"This is…" he mumbled in confusion, before suddenly noticing he wasn't alone. A few feet away stood a beautiful elf, looking at him with caution and trepidation.  

She had straight, platinum-blond hair, and light green eyes. Her face looked young, soft, and somewhat resembled the queen's, yet her eyes showed a deep sadness. She wore a loose, thin, and somewhat revealing white robe with golden stitching and decorations. 

In her hands she held a mirror and extended it towards him. "Here, you should take a look," she said softly.