Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 272: Little Nia~ (R-18)

[A/N: The R-18 will begin towards the middle to end.]

Ash took Nia’s hand the moment they stepped onto her cosmic road.

The bridge of starlight carried them all throughout her private universe—a realm of endless fire galaxies swirling in slow, majestic spirals, nebulae of devouring crimson flame that consumed dying stars only to birth new ones in explosive rebirth.

The void between galaxies thrummed with heat, with the low roar of eternal infernos, with the scent of ash and renewal.

Ash walked barefoot on the starlight road, baggy sweats and black shirt casual as ever, but his presence made the flames bow—curling away in reverence, then surging closer as though drawn to his warmth.

Nia walked beside him—tall, imposing, wings of multicolored flame folded softly, void-black sun mark pulsing on her forehead.

She wore oversized baggy pants that hung loose on her hips, a soft hoodie with sleeves slightly too long that she kept tugging over her hands, and plush slippers that muffled her steps.

Her jet-black hair was tied back loosely, a few strands framing her face, giving her a relaxed, almost shy charm that contrasted her usual regal ferocity.

“Hehe, how is it, Ashy? Did I nail your style perfectly?” she asked with a playful giggle, spinning once to show off her outfit, sleeves flopping comically.

Ash grinned—slow, warm, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Not too bad at all… maybe you should make this your regular?”

It was meant as a joke, but he should have known better—he was speaking to the very embodiment of yandere.

Her eyes lit up like twin supernovas, crimson-rimmed voids sparkling with obsessive delight as she clung to his arm, pressing close.

“Hehe, all you had to say was the word.”

They made their way along one of the many cosmic roads—a bridge of starlight that spanned throughout her entire universe. For a while they walked together as if they were mortals enjoying an evening in town—speaking no words, only enjoying the peace and comfort of one another’s presence.

Ash led her first to a quiet nebula—a swirling cloud of soft orange and gold flames that drifted lazily around them like warm mist.

He plucked a strand of condensed fire-essence from the cloud—shaping it with a thought into two glowing pineapples that hovered above their palms… but they were warm and sweet-scented like spiced honey.

Nia took a bite, her eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss as a gentle hum escaped, the flavor melting on her tongue while the air filled with soft, crackling whispers of delight.

“Mmm… Ashy, this isn’t too bad!” she murmured, leaning into him.

Ash smiled wryly, taking a bite himself. Honestly, he had no idea what warm pineapple would taste like—he’d made it on a whim. But his brow arched slightly; it was actually pretty decent.

“Mhm, I won’t say it’s great… but it’s definitely better than I expected.”

Nia rested her head on his shoulder, content as they wandered through her universe. In the distance, as they walked, they spotted a newborn star ignite.

BOOM!

It exploded into a brilliant flash of white-gold light, sending fiery rings rippling outward like waves on water. For years, the two of them existed in Nia’s personal universe, just the two of them, caring for nothing but each other’s presence.

Nia’s fingers intertwined with his—steady, sure, and overflowing with love.

“Ashy… this whole dimension is something else,” she murmured, her voice quivering with wonder.

“Of course it is. Would I dare call something ’Sacred’ if it were lackluster?” he teased as they reached the final destination.

A floating island stretched before them—a broad plateau of black stone ringed by waterfalls of pure flame, streaming upward into the heavens. At its center stood a solitary throne of crystallized fire—unadorned, ancient, waiting.

—–

Ash led her over and took a seat, pulling her gently into his lap.

Nia melted against him—soft, yielding—her petite frame curling into his arms as if she had been waiting ages for this exact moment.

He cupped her face, thumb brushing her cheek, golden eyes with nine black rings locking onto the depths of hers.

“Little Nia… I missed you,” he murmured.

Time meant nothing; even after countless years, nothing between them would ever change.

To the universe, she might be the fearsome Obsidian Devourer, but to Ash, she would always be “Little Nia,” the one who had stood by him at his lowest.

“Don’t say a word… just show me, Ashy,” she murmured, her voice quivering with barely contained desire.

Though she embodied certain concepts, she was still a Primavus—a race born from the very essence of desire. It was clear she, like everyone else, carried her own deep, long-held wants, nearly as intense as his own.

Then he kissed her—slow and deep.

His lips met hers with gentle confidence, tongue exploring and teasing, drawing soft gasps that seemed to make the nearby flames dance higher.

Nia gave herself over completely—her mouth parting for him, hands sliding up his chest, wings spreading just enough to envelop them in a cocoon of shimmering, multicolored warmth.

The kiss grew more intense, warmth surging as their breaths intertwined, her body pressed closer as if trying to become one with his.

She was hungry for him… so much so that her baggy sweats were already becoming wet…

Ash’s hands moved—slow, deliberate—sliding down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, fingers threading through her jet-black hair.

“Mmh~”

Nia let out a soft, needy moan against his lips.

Ash savored every moment with Nia as he took his time. From her spine he began to caress her hips, her thighs, all the way to her soft ass.

The more he touched her the wetter she became, and the more absolute lust began to consume the two of them.

He pulled back just enough to look at her—eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, flames dancing wildly around them. He said nothing as his eyes were literally spewing rose-pink essence in droves—so much so that all his wants were being answered without even a thought.

In a blink of an eye, Nia sat on his lap completely naked… then in the next heartbeat he himself was completely bare. He pulled her back close and his tongue began to trail along her neck as he whispered into her ears.

“My little Nia~ Let me shower you in all my love…”

“Ah… yes, and give me all of it~,” she murmured with a soft moan before continuing.

“My breast Ashy… suck them,” Nia said as she pushed his head down a bit, while wrapping her arms around his head.

And without even having to ask… Ash was already going for it.

His mouth closed over one nipple—warm, wet, tongue swirling slow circles that drew out sharp gasps from her throat.

Nia arched—back bowing, flames surging brighter as pleasure rippled through her. He sucked gently at first—then harder, teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper, fingers kneading her other breast with possessive tenderness.

“Mmm!—Ashy—yes!—” she moaned, voice breaking on each breath, hips grinding instinctively against him.

He switched—mouth claiming the other breast, hand sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her closer.

Nia’s fingers tangled in his white hair—tugging gently, desperately, flames licking the air around them in frantic waves.

Then the tables slowly turned as he guided her downward.

She kissed his throat—slow, reverent—her lips leaving a trail of heat across his skin, tongue savoring the divine taste of him. Then lower—her hands sliding up his thighs, mouth following the curve of his jaw, his collarbone, his chest, each kiss a quiet promise of devotion.

Ash watched—golden eyes glowing with steady intensity, one hand tangled in her hair, guiding with gentle care.

Then finally she adjusted herself—allowing his member that she had been slightly grinding against this entire time to spring forward.

She knelt without him needing to ask.

“Hehe, my favorite treat~” she said as she began licking the shaft upwards until she reached the tip.

Her tongue traced slow, deliberate paths—wet, warm, teasing along the underside before swirling around the head with obsessive care.

Ash’s breath hitched—low groan rumbling in his chest as her lips closed over him, taking him in inch by inch.

“Fuck…” he muttered as he felt the overwhelming heat radiating from Nia. It was like his cock had entered the warmest, wettest, place imaginable.

“Mmm—” she hummed around him, the vibration sending sparks through his body, flames flaring brighter in response.

She took her time—slow, deep strokes, tongue pressing flat against him, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with devoted hunger. Her hands gripped his thighs—nails digging in just enough to leave faint marks.

Slurp~ Slurp~ Gluck~

The sounds filled the void—wet, rhythmic, obscene in the best way, her muffled moans vibrating around him as she took him deeper, throat relaxing to accommodate every inch.

Ash’s breath grew heavier—low groans rumbling in his chest, fingers tightening in her hair with possessive guidance, hips shifting to meet her rhythm.

Nia’s eyes—half-lidded voids rimmed in crimson—looked up at him, pleading and adoring, begging without words for more.

She pulled back slowly—tongue swirling around the tip one last time—before diving down again, faster now, desperate.

Gluck~ Gluck~ Slurp~

“Ashy… please…” she gasped between strokes, voice trembling, lips glistening.

“Cum in my mouth… I want it… I need it… please…”

Her plea was soft, submissive, obsessive—flames surging brighter as she took him deep once more, throat working around him, hands stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach.

Ash’s control frayed—groan deepening, fingers gripping her hair tighter.

“FUCK!!”

He gave her what she begged for.

Hot release pulsed—Nia swallowing eagerly, moans vibrating around him as she took every drop, eyes fluttering in euphoric devotion.

When it ended, she pulled back slowly—lips slightly swollen, tongue licking him clean with reverent care, smile soft and satisfied.

Ash drew her up—gentle yet sure—lifting her trembling body into his arms.

He turned, placing her upon the throne of crystallized fire.

“Don’t tease me any longer… Ashy I’ve waited far too long, fuck me now~” she spoke with a tone full of longing and passion, voice breathy, body arching toward him.

Those words caused Ash to nearly snap.

He leaned downward—taking her lips again in a searing kiss, tongue claiming her mouth with renewed hunger, tasting himself on her as she moaned into him.

Then lower—lips trailing fire along her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive spot that made her gasp.

Lower still—mouth closing over one breast, tongue swirling, teeth grazing as she arched with a sharp cry.

All the way down—until he reached her glistening cave.

Nia’s breath hitched—hands threading into his white hair, legs spreading wider in invitation.

Ash looked up at her—golden eyes with nine black rings burning with quiet intensity.

“Be patient, little Nia,” he murmured against her thigh, voice low and warm, lips brushing sensitive skin. “We have all the time in the world. It’s been Fifty thousand years apart… I’m going to take my time with you.”

His tongue traced her slowly—first outer folds, teasing, tasting her wetness with deliberate care.

Nia whimpered—hips bucking instinctively, flames flaring brighter.

“Ashy—please—”

He held her hips down—gentle but firm—and continued.

Slow licks—his tongue pressing against her clit, circling, then dipping lower to taste her fully.

Slurp~ Mmm~

Her moans filled the void—high, needy, submissive.

He sucked gently on her clit—tongue flicking in perfect rhythm, fingers sliding inside her to curl against that spot that made her cry out.

Nia’s back arched—wings spreading wide, flames exploding outward in waves.

“Ash—Ashy, li..ck faste— OH! YES—!”

First orgasm hit—body trembling, thighs clamping around his head, as her cries echoed across the fire galaxies as pleasure crashed through her.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept going. Each time was at a different pace of speed… his tongue was moving slower now, drawing it out as his fingers thrusting gently as she rode the aftershocks.

“Again,” he murmured against her. “I want to hear you. Feel you. ALL of you.”

And as if his words were a command… her second orgasm instantly began to build up slower—deeper—her moans turning to desperate pleas, hands tugging his hair, body writhing under his mouth.

When it came, she screamed his name—flames surging so bright the island glowed like a new sun.

“OHHHH ASHYYYY!!!!!!”

SPURT!

SPURT!

Each climax left her more trembling, more submissive, more his. Finally, when she was breathless, her body limp and glistening with heat, Ash rose. He leaned over her, positioning himself with his eyes locked on hers.

“I love you, little Nia,” he murmured, his voice heavy with fifty thousand years of longing.

“I love you too—always—only you—” she breathed, her legs curling around him.

He entered her—slow, deep, filling her completely.

“Ahhh~ I missed you SO MUCH!!!”

Nia cried out—back arching, flames exploding in multicolored waves.

He moved—rhythm building from gentle to intense, every thrust drawing out moans, cries, declarations of love.

“I’m yours….. forever—” she whispered between gasps.

“Yes, Always and Forever” he growled softly, pace quickening.

PAH!

PAH!

PAH!

Even in missionary, the sounds of flesh slapping against one another echoed softly through the void—wet, rhythmic sounds that mingled with the low roar of distant fire galaxies and the crackle of Nia’s multicolored flames flaring in time with each deep thrust.

Ash never rushed his women into the ravaging.

He always started slow—deliberate—letting them feel every inch, every ridge, every pulse as he filled them completely, stretching them open with patient, possessive strokes.

His hips rolled in long, languid motions, grinding deep at the end of each thrust so the head of his cock kissed her cervix, drawing out the sweetest, most broken whimpers from her throat.

Nia’s legs were wrapped high around his waist, ankles locked at the small of his back, heels digging into him as though trying to pull him even deeper.

Her nails raked down his back—leaving faint red trails across alabaster skin that healed almost instantly—while her wings spread wide beneath her, flames licking upward in desperate, worshipful bursts.

“Ashy—oh!—deeper—” she gasped, voice fracturing on every syllable, head thrown back against the crystallized fire throne, black-and-white hair splayed like spilled ink.

He obliged—slowly increasing the pace, each thrust now carrying more weight, more force, hips snapping forward with controlled power that made her entire body jolt.

Her inner walls fluttered around him—greedy, clenching, trying to keep him buried inside her forever.

Barely a few minutes had passed, and already he felt it—the telltale tightening, the sudden, rhythmic pulse as her body began to coil like a spring wound too tight.

Nia’s eyes—deep voids rimmed in flames—snapped wide, pupils blown with pleasure.

“Ash—A-Ashy—I’m—!”

“Good girl… my little Nia… let it all out for me.”

Her voice broke into a high, keening cry as her orgasm crashed through her—walls clamping down hard around his length, milking him in desperate spasms.

Ash groaned low in his throat—hips stuttering for a single heartbeat as her climax tried to drag him over the edge with her—but he held back, letting her ride it out.

She laid trembling, gasping, clinging to him like he was the only thing anchoring her to existence.

Ash didn’t even bother pulling out.

No—this was just the beginning.

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips as he tightened his grip on her hips and rolled them in one smooth motion. The world tilted—crystallized fire throne shifting beneath them—and suddenly he was seated upright, legs spread, with Nia straddling his lap, still impaled to the hilt.

The new angle drove him even deeper, the head of his cock pressing insistently against her cervix, forcing a sharp, needy gasp from her throat.

“Ashy…” she moaned softly, voice wrecked and trembling as she shifted to get comfortable, thighs quivering around his waist.

“You’re really making me love my decision more and more…”

PAH!

His palm cracked lightly against the soft, plush curve of her ass—playful but possessive—the sound echoing across the obsidian flame island like a promise.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice low and dark with hunger, fingers kneading the stinging cheek while his other hand slid up her spine to tangle in her black hair.

“You’ll be a mother before you know it.”

Nia’s breath hitched—cheeks flushing a deep crimson that spread down her neck and across her chest. Her void-black eyes—rimmed in flickering fire—widened with a mix of shock, adoration, and raw, aching want.

He smiled with… need.

And, with that Round one truly began.