Ancestral Lineage-Chapter 258: Carmen’s First Time (#r18)
Carmen extended her senses across the vast ethereal space, threads of her perception dancing out like rays of light, scanning for a trace—anything—that might tell her where the others had gone. But it was like grasping at fog. Everything felt muffled, muted, as if the world itself had swallowed her awareness whole.
Ethan had allowed them into this world—his world—but in doing so, he had severed their links to each other. The bonds they shared, strong as they were, had been veiled, disconnected just enough to keep them from interfering. It wasn't cruelty. It was intention.
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He was playing his game.
A game of desire and emotion, of chaos and understanding.
While Athelia… figured out what she wanted to be.
Who she truly was.
Carmen's eyes narrowed, her aura flickering with quiet frustration. "You always have a plan," she muttered to herself. "But so do I."
And then—everything went dark.
No sound. No light. Just a weightless drift through silence.
Carmen blinked. Her head throbbed gently as she stirred awake.
She was no longer in the same forested dreamscape. No longer under the golden light of Ethan's conjured dimension. This room… was different.
The air was scented with midnight jasmine and embers. The walls were deep burgundy, lined with floating orbs that glowed like distant stars. Everything felt warmer, heavier—not oppressive, but intimate. There was no bed, just a circular sunken lounge filled with soft cushions, a shallow pool in the center reflecting an overhead chandelier of ever-shifting constellations.
She sat up slowly.
A velvet robe now clung to her body, unfamiliar but comfortable, its inner seams lined with threads of starlight. She glanced around, tension tightening her shoulders.
This wasn't the same space Harley and Clara were in.
No—it was tailored. For her.
Her desires. Her fears. Her essence.
And Ethan… was nowhere to be seen.
But his presence lingered.
It wrapped around the room like a lover's whisper and a storm's promise.
"…What are you planning, Ethan?" she whispered.
Then the water in the center of the room rippled—just once.
Enough to let her know… she wasn't alone.
The surface of the pool rippled again, more pronounced this time, the starlight overhead flickering in sync with each pulse. Carmen rose to her feet cautiously, her every movement instinctual, fluid. Though her body was relaxed, her senses were sharp—attuned.
A single step forward, and the pool's water parted—not outward, but downward—as if the space beneath it was bottomless.
Then, from its center, a figure slowly emerged. Barefoot, shirtless, glistening as if molded from the waters themselves.
Ethan.
But not the same Ethan.
His hair was longer, flowing like ink in water. His eyes shimmered with mirrored galaxies, and on his chest was a radiant sigil—a fusion of sun and moon entwined in a dance. He exuded power… and something deeper—vulnerability. Like he was baring more than just his body.
"Welcome," he said gently, his voice echoing not in the room, but within her. "This space is yours, Carmen. Crafted from the echoes of your dreams… and fears."
Carmen's eyes narrowed. "Why separate me? Why this… illusion?"
Ethan smiled faintly as he stepped fully onto the smooth floor, water trailing behind him like liquid light.
"Because you've always been the one who watches… who protects from a distance. You love fiercely but hide deeply. You've given everything of yourself to me, to the others, without asking for anything in return."
He moved closer.
"I want to see you, Carmen."
She swallowed hard, lips parting. "You say that… and yet you break our bonds. You scatter us. You toy with us."
"I gave you space," he corrected softly. "To show you that your bond with me… with them… isn't just about being together. It's about being whole on your own. Then sharing that wholeness."
Carmen looked away, arms folded tightly, hiding the storm of emotion behind her steady gaze. "You're good with words."
"I'm better with actions."
In a blink, he was in front of her.
One hand rose and touched her cheek—not possessively, not dominantly, but reverently. She shuddered under his touch, the robe slipping just slightly from her shoulder.
"You never ask for anything," he murmured, brushing his lips near her temple, "but I see everything."
The room responded to their energy—stars shifting above, a breeze circling them like a quiet sigh of the world itself.
She met his gaze finally, her voice husky. "Then show me, Ethan. If you really see me… then show me who I am to you."
And with that, she stepped forward into his arms—not as a follower, not as one of many, but as herself.
Carmen.
Protector. Lover. Equal.
And in this room that reflected her soul, Ethan embraced her not as his plaything, but as a force he deeply, fully desired.
Their kiss was slow. Exploratory. A meeting of energies. It didn't explode—it simmered.
And in that simmering heat, the stars overhead began to burn brighter.
Their lips lingered, brushing like whispered promises in the night. Carmen's breath hitched as Ethan's fingers trailed from her cheek down her neck, slow and reverent—as though memorizing the curve of her, the pulse beneath her skin.
Carmen didn't move at first. She simply let herself feel—his warmth, his closeness, the sincerity in the way he held her like she wasn't just one among many… but the only one right now.
Her walls, long reinforced with silent sacrifice and duty, began to soften. Ethan's forehead rested against hers, his breath dancing with hers in the tiny space between them.
"I missed this," he whispered. "Not just your presence… but you—unburdened, unhidden."
Her hands slowly came up to his chest, fingertips brushing across the glowing sigil. "You've always seen too much," she murmured, voice thick with emotion. "But you rarely look this close."
Ethan smiled against her lips. "Then maybe I've been blind."
He kissed her again—this time deeper, slower, letting the tension rise like a tide. Carmen leaned into it, matching his pace. Her hands slid around his back, feeling the strength in him, the steady rise and fall of his breath.
When they pulled apart, her eyes were softer now, lids low with a longing she'd buried for too long. "You gave them a room," she said quietly, "A place to burn. What is this for us?"
Ethan stepped back just slightly, raising his hand. The room shifted—not changing, but evolving. The stars above shimmered warmer, drawing constellations that pulsed with emotion. A canopy of vines unfurled in glowing silver and violet, surrounding the space in an ethereal garden of twilight and dreams.
"For us?" he said, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close again. "This is where you bloom."
Her laughter was soft, half-teasing, half-sigh. "That's so cheesy."
"I'm cheesy for you."
They stood there, foreheads pressed together, the stars reflecting in their eyes. And though the moment pulsed with a sensual charge, it wasn't rushed. It was intimate. A connection that had waited too long in silence, now unfolding like dawn.
She traced the line of his jaw with a single finger, then whispered, "Don't let this be a dream."
"It's not," Ethan replied, pulling her gently toward the center of the starlit canopy. "It's just the beginning."
He moved with reverence, his hands unfastening the delicate clasps of her dress like a ritual. As the fabric slipped from Carmen's shoulders and pooled around her feet, time seemed to still. Moonlight from the ethereal canopy above cascaded over her, tracing the soft lines of her skin like a lover's whisper.
For a moment, Ethan didn't speak. He simply stood there, breath caught in his throat, eyes locked on hers—not out of lust, but awe.
Carmen's arms instinctively came up, as if to hide herself, but Ethan stepped closer and gently caught her wrists.
"Don't," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You are… breathtaking."
Her cheeks flushed, not from the cold, but from the intensity of his gaze. It wasn't just the vulnerability of being seen—it was the vulnerability of being seen by him. She had waited years—decades
in feeling—for this moment. And now, standing bare before the one soul her own recognized above all, she felt everything and nothing all at once.
"I've never…" she began, eyes downcast.
"I know," Ethan said, lifting her chin with the gentlest touch. "And I'm honored to be the first to see you like this. Truly."
His fingers traced her jawline with such care, it made her heart flutter. He wasn't devouring her with his gaze, but worshipping—taking in every freckle, every scar, every delicate curve like a sacred truth.
She looked up, meeting his eyes. "I'm nervous."
Ethan smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Then let's go slow."
