Chapter 77: Her Husband
Eleanor De Valeria.
No one who sees her now, standing at the pinnacle of the Goddess Church as its Saintess, would ever believe that she was born into a poor, forgotten family with nothing to her name.
In a world where everyone must wait until the age of 21 to awaken their abilities through a formal ceremony, her very existence is an anomaly.
Because Eleanor awakened at the age of 8 and... that changed the course of her life forever.
And the power she awakened in Fateweaver’s Gaze, which allows her to see the future.
But there are limitations.
She can’t see the future entirely like a movie with sounds.
She would see moments that had not yet happened and brief flashes of events, appearing without warning and disappearing before she could fully understand them.
At eight years old, she could not understand any of it.
To her, it felt like reality itself was breaking.
The world would overlap with something else for just a moment and then return to normal as if nothing had happened, leaving her scared and unable to explain what she was experiencing.
But the Church noticed.
A child awakening power before the age of twenty-one was unheard of and they took her in.
And over time, that poor girl who once feared her own visions became the Saintess that the world now admires.
But among all the fragments she had seen throughout her life, there was one thing that remained constant, something that appeared again and again no matter what.
A young man’s face.
She saw him in pieces at first.
Sometimes he was standing silently, sometimes walking away, and sometimes turning toward her with a faint smile that she could never fully understand.
As time passed, those fragments became more vivid and far more detailed than anything else she had ever seen, to the point where his existence began to feel more real to her.
She saw him fighting.
Standing alone against overwhelming odds and fighting them with a spear in his hand.
She saw him smiling.
Not often, but in rare moments where the coldness in his eyes soften... something that made her chest tighten without understanding why.
At first, she was confused.
Why him?
She don’t know his name.
She don’t know his past.
And yet, he was always there.
Then one day, the fragment changed.
She saw herself, standing before him.
Her heart was racing in a way she could feel even within the vision as she looked up at him.
And then, she slowly kissed him.
The vision ended instantly.
But the feeling didn’t.
Her face burned as she snapped back to reality and her heart was pounding violently against her chest as confusion, embarrassment, and something far deeper crashed into her all at once.
That was the moment she understood.
He wasn’t just another piece of the future.
He was... hers.
From that day onward, something within her changed.
What once felt like confusion slowly turned into anticipation, and what once felt like uncertainty began to take shape as something far more intimate.
Even as a child... she began yearning for him.
For someone she had never met before.
She waited through the years for the future to finally catch up to her.
When the fragments would become reality and she could stand before him... not as a vision.
But as herself.
And finally meet him.
...Her Husband.
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In the personal quarters in the Spirit Division building, Eleanor was lying on her luxurious bed and the room was dimly lit by a single lamp, casting a warm glow over her graceful figure.
Her long blonde hair was spread out across the pillow as she lay on her back with her legs slightly parted.
Her breathing was already heavy, her chest rising and falling as she touched herself.
"Nngh~ Haah..."
Her fingers moved slowly at first, rubbing her clit in gentle circles.
The sensitive nub was already swollen and wet, her pink folds glistening with juices as she pleasured herself.
She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan as the pleasure built.
"Mngh~ Husband~"
There was a photo of Klein on her phone, propped up on the bedside table.
It was a picture of Klein shirtless during the duel, his body glistening with sweat, revealing his defined muscles.
The image of him in that moment of dominance burned into her mind, and now it fueled her fantasies.
She rubbed her clit faster, her fingers sliding down to her folds, teasing her entrance before slipping inside.
She moaned softly and her hips bucked slightly as she imagined Klein’s hands on her body instead of her own.
’Husband... you were so strong today...’ she thought, her mind hazy with lust.
’The way you dominated her... I want you to dominate me like that...’
Her fingers moved faster, thrusting in and out of her wet pussy as she rubbed her clit with her thumb.
Her other hand moved to her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple as she moaned louder.
"Ahh~ Klein... yes... just like that..."
Her eyes were fixed on the photo of him, imagining him above her with his strong body pressing her down as he took her.
The thought made her even wetter and her fingers moved faster as she chased her pleasure.
She arched her back and her toes curled as the orgasm built inside her.
Her moans grew louder, her voice echoing softly in the room as she imagined Klein’s cock filling her and his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her.
"Mngh~ Husband~ I’m... I’m cumming~!"
Her body tensed and her pussy clenching around her fingers as waves of pleasure washed over her.
She moaned his name again and again as she squirted, staining the sheets.
"Huff... Huff..."
Eleanor’s body was still tingling from the orgasm as she slowly pulled her fingers out of her wet pussy, bringing them to her lips and licking them clean.
When it finally subsided, she lay there, breathing heavily as she looked at the photo of Klein with a soft, loving smile.
’Soon... I’ll have you for real...’
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