Amon, The Legendary Overlord

In the sumptuous dormitory of Amon, Barbara was accompanying him, visibly impressed with the opulence of the surroundings.

She spent a few moments just absorbing the wealth of details of the place. "This dormitory is even more impressive than your previous one," she commented, as her eyes traveled around the space.

"That's true," Amon agreed. "But the accommodation I have in the special class area surpasses this. Unfortunately, I can only take you there if we form an official group and I am the leader."

"I understand," Barbara replied, nodding.

She understood the reason behind this rule. After all, students linked to groups led by special class members usually had more opportunities to ascend to this privileged category.

She reflected on cases like that of Felipe Nunes, who had challenged Amon and was known for belonging to a group with a special class leader. Other students, like Miguel Sousa Santos Junior and Luan Neto, also were part of similar groups.

This association made many believe that they had great chances of being promoted to the special class. However, against all expectations, it was Amon who achieved this remarkable feat in his first year, without depending on the influence of other special class students.

This feat, in itself, was a notable and extremely rare accomplishment, considering that normally only students associated with groups led by special class members had this chance of progression.

"Let's change the subject," said Barbara, capturing Amon's hand and drawing his gaze to her.

Barbara's clear eyes had a shine of their own, and even though makeup lent them a more captivating air, there was something in the way she looked at him, as if he were the center of her universe, that held Amon in such a way that he couldn't look away, reciprocating with equal intensity.

Barbara reveled in this moment; there was something genuine and unreplicable in the way Amon looked at her when they were alone. It was a look that could not be feigned, filled with a love so deep she could almost feel its warmth, as if his incandescent gaze ignited a flame within her.

In their shared silence, only the exchange of looks spoke, carrying words and unspoken promises. The connection was so intense it seemed to create an aura around them, isolating them from the rest of the world.

Barbara, still holding Amon's hand, led him further into the dormitory. With every step, the familiarity and comfort between them deepened, as if each look and touch confirmed the complicity and mutual affection they shared.

They settled on the couch, which transformed into a comfortable bed, still intertwined by the hands. Lying down and embraced, they turned on the television and lost themselves in an uncomplicated and personal conversation, sharing laughs and dreams that only made sense between them.

There, secluded in their own world, the demands of life outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the purity and beauty of a profound connection.

"Amon, I—" Before Barbara could finish her sentence, Amon kissed her passionately, holding her firmly.

She opened her eyes, surprised, and hugged him tightly.

Barbara's heart raced, and excitement took over her, leading her to reverse their positions with a smile that radiated desire.

Amon, with a cunning look, gently caressed her head, intensifying her excitement with an innate skill.

Barbara squirmed softly, losing strength in her arms, and Amon took the moment to position her beneath him.

He smiled and deepened the kiss, while Barbara's legs entwined and a moist sensation spread through her undergarments.

With shining eyes, Barbara pushed him, exchanging their positions once again. She held his arms and ran her tongue across his neck.

Amon emitted a low murmur feeling her touch on his neck, as she prepared to bite gently near his collarbone.

With a smile, Amon caressed her curves with skilled hands.

She bit her lip to contain a moan and arched her body in response: "Hmmmm~"

For a moment, Barbara found herself intoxicated with pleasure, and Amon did not miss the chance, guiding her back to the initial position on the sofa-bed.

With agile movements, Amon undressed Barbara, and before she could process, she found herself only in her lingerie, a semi-transparent red bra outlining her generous forms.

'... Huh? How did he do that?' In the midst of her daze, Barbara hardly understood how she became so exposed.

"Amon~" She moaned softly as he delicately traced the contours of her body, exploring her neck and ears with his tongue.

Now undressed, Amon and Barbara surrendered to the moment.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer with a strength that, in another situation, could be overwhelming.

But Amon, with his superior strength, barely felt the pressure. Even with all Barbara's effort, she was not capable of causing him any discomfort.

In that intimate moment, Amon and Barbara gave themselves to each other, their souls intertwined in a dance of passion and tenderness. Amon, with the delicacy of a whisper, activated the rune: [Limitless Heart], a subtle energy that began to pulsate between them, invisible but powerful.

Under the effect of the rune, Barbara's genes responded, weaving new strength into her being. The energy flowing from Amon not only enveloped her in warmth and vigor but also elevated her, strengthening her from within. It was as if every touch deepened her own essence, each caress expanded her capacity to feel and respond.

As they moved together, in perfect sync, there was a sense of mutual growth, of two forces joining to form something greater than the sum of their parts. The act of love between them became a catalyst for transformation, a means through which Barbara reached new heights of strength and connection.

And so, wrapped in the silent magic of the rune and the warmth of their union, they became one, in a bond that transcended the physical, marking them with an intimacy that would last far beyond that moment.

"Amon," Barbara whispered with a sigh, her voice trembling with the intensity of the moment, "I feel... it's incredible."

"Let go," Amon replied in a low and steady tone, his words almost lost in the emotion-laden air. "Trust me."

As the rune [Limitless Heart] wove its magic, Barbara's murmurs and whispers became more frequent, a silent testimony to the strength flowing within her. Amon, attentive to every shift, every breath, guided her with care and precision, ensuring that the energy they shared was a blessing, not a storm.

"I am... stronger," she gasped, amazed at the sense of power growing within her, a force gentle yet firm.

"Yes," he confirmed, "you are." Amon felt the power of the rune pulsing in harmony with Barbara's heartbeat.

They continued thus, speaking little but communicating much through looks and touches, each gesture and each word a silent promise of commitment and care. The exchange between them was a melody of sounds and silences, a song of love and shared strength that resonated far beyond the room's walls.

"Do you feel that sensation?" Amon's voice was husky, colored by the warmth of the moment.

"Yes," she replied, her voice vibrating with a new depth. "It's as if every part of me is awakening."

Above him, Barbara moved with wild energy, her scarlet hair dancing to the frenzied rhythm of their movements. Tilting her head back, she placed her hands on Amon's chest, while drops of sweat traced her skin, marking the intensity of the moment. With each upward and downward motion, she quickened the pace, surrendering to the growing wave of sensations.

"Coming~~" Barbara's voice rose in a sonorous moan.

"Me too," Amon responded to her call, surrendering to the climax of the moment they shared.

After the wave of tremors subsided, Barbara collapsed, exhausted and breathing heavily, onto Amon's chest. Sweat covered them both, sealing the intensity of what they had experienced together.

For some reason, a laugh escaped her, a spontaneous burst of joy. The idea of a cigarette crossed her mind, a random thought that for some reason seemed perfectly fitting in that moment of post-ecstasy relaxation.

However, that was just a pause in the midst of the 'storm'. After a brief interlude to catch their breath, the couple's passionate encounter stretched on, wave after wave, until the first light of dawn tinged the sky.

They only ceased when Barbara reached the peak of her capacity, having crossed the highest thresholds of her gene purification. It was only then that quiet finally settled between them.

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