RISE OF EROS-Chapter 742 - 741

Thinking back, the options that had been raised so far were not for him and Ariza, but for future generations. Candice and the other girls had already found the problem of the relationship and it was not Jasper and Ariza.

The real problem was the heirs of each territory, that is, Dunnas and Cannes. Currently, they had Jasper and Ariza, but if they got married, the question was, where would the heirs settle?

It is true that, if they have several children, they could assign one to one territory and the other to the other territory, but that would be complicated, not to mention all the power struggles that could break out in the future.

Jasper had failed to realize this situation. Now that Candice brought it up, he could not help but become more bitter, as he noticed that this relationship with Ariza was more problematic than it seemed.

Candice and the girls had thought of several additional solutions, but to be honest, none surpassed using the Celestial Palaces as a gateway for the two countries. Andrew, like Jasper, had lost this point in his thoughts and was now bitter too, because his friend was in a dilemma.

Helga and Layla, seeing their brother so bitter, felt sad. They, especially Layla, had pushed Jasper to join Ariza and now her engagement with Andrew had ruined everything, so they felt guilty. The office fell into a deathly silence for a few minutes.

No one dared to speak and then Jasper, letting out a sigh, looked at Andrew and said, "Can you take me to Cannes?" Everyone was surprised by his words, but no one dared to ask the reason why he wanted that.

Andrew just nodded and approached him, put his hand on his shoulder, and seconds later they disappeared from the office. Once they had left, Carolina asked, "What do you think Jasper will do?"

The question was obviously for Helga and Layla, as they are her sisters, but it was Candice who unexpectedly answered, "I think he will go talk to Grandpa Zaros, Aunt Abigale, and Uncle Damon."

Candice’s answer surprised everyone. Helga and Layla even asked, "Why do you think that?" Candice replied, "Jasper couldn’t decide what to do, so he has to seek advice from the people who will be affected."

With those words, everyone understood. It is true that this decision affected Jasper and Ariza, but it mainly affected the current rulers and lords of Cannes and Dunnas. Making decisions without their consent was inefficient, as any plan they made could go down the drain if they did not agree.

Jasper and Ariza could refuse, but they were different from other heirs. In most royal or imperial families on the continent, there are many candidates for the throne, so if one leaves, it is not a problem and their parents usually stay away from them so as not to give favoritism.

Although there is always favoritism, in public they act as if it does not exist, but in Dunnas and Cannes, things are different. Cannes is a small territory founded by Zaros. They have only had two generations of rulers, although quite long, but that was not what differentiated them, but their attachment as a family.

They are close, so Jasper would never abandon them, not even for the love of his life. For good, it showed loyalty as a son and grandson, but for bad it showed that he would sacrifice his happiness for theirs. No one can say if this is good or bad, because everyone has their thoughts.

The case of Ariza is even more extreme, because not only is she very close to her family, but she is an only child and was always prepared to take the throne, so abandoning her family was even more unlikely.

Just as Candice had said, upon arriving at Cannes Palace, Jasper said goodbye to Andrew and walked towards his family mansion. He was going to discuss this matter with his parents and grandfather, to ask for advice, perhaps they had a solution that he couldn’t see.

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The air in Cannes felt heavy as if every breeze carried with it the weight of Andrew’s worries. He had watched Jasper walk away, his figure fading into the crowd, and with every step his friend took, a piece of Andrew’s soul broke away.

The helplessness was a burden he couldn’t bear, and the thought of returning to Dunnas Palace didn’t appeal to him at the moment. With a determined movement, he closed his eyes and called upon his powers.

In an instant, the flickering lights of Cannes faded, and reality was transformed. The energy of teleportation absorbed him like a breath of fresh air on a hot day. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a very different world, a place where restlessness and sadness were nothing more than distant echoes.

The Succubus Palace stood before him, majestic and seductive, shrouded in a haze of palpable sensuality. The walls were adorned with reliefs of sensual and mythological scenes, where intertwined bodies seemed to come to life in every corner.

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The soft glow emanated from hidden lights, gently illuminating the faces of the beautiful succubi who inhabited that world. Andrew felt his heart beat in a different rhythm, harmonizing with the pulse of the palace.

He entered a large room, whose doors opened before him as if fate itself invited him to cross the threshold. There, a group of slender and ethereal figures awaited him, mischievous smiles on their lips and gazes that promised unimaginable adventures.

Seraphine, the most vibrant of the succubi, was the first to approach. Her skin had a golden glow as if bathed in the light of an eternal twilight. With a gentle movement of her hips, she approached Andrew, and the scent of night flowers filled the air between them.

A mix of desire and curiosity hung in the air, creating an electric atmosphere that enveloped him. "Looking to escape your thoughts?" Seraphine whispered, her eyes distilling promises of pleasure and oblivion.

Andrew nodded, feeling the tension he had carried with him slowly dissolve in that hazy environment. No more words were necessary. An instant later, Seraphine was at his side, guiding him to a dark velvet armchair, where shadows danced as if they were alive.

Seraphine’s sisters joined them, each bringing their own essence to the evening. One of them, known for her contagious laugh and playful spirit, settled in next to Andrew, causing a spark of fun to light up the atmosphere.

Soon, laughter and knowing murmurs surrounded Andrew, who felt himself absorbed in the warm embrace of company. The soft music that filled the room, a kaleidoscope of hypnotic melodies, resonated with every beat of his heart, lulling him into a pleasurable trance.

Andrew let himself go, closing his eyes and letting his senses be sated by the proximity of the succubi. Each brush of their skin caused a shiver to travel down his spine, awakening in him an almost primal need.

The succubi began to dance around him, their fluid and seductive movements, creating a show of curves and shadows that kept him captivated.

Andrew felt the pressure of his troubles slip into a far corner of his mind, as he focused on the beauty around him. The sisters’ uninhibited laughter and provocative gestures enveloped him, transforming the pain into a dance of desire.

Seraphine approached again, this time with a deep gaze that seemed to reveal secrets that only desire could express. Gently, she took Andrew’s hand and, guiding him, led him to a bed adorned with soft brocades and intoxicating fragrances.

There, in the center of all those pent-up emotions, he felt like a king on his throne, surrounded by muses celebrating his arrival. One of the sisters embraced him from behind, her laughter mingling with delicate whispers in Andrew’s ear.

He turned, coming face to face with another succubus, whose eyes glowed with a burning fire. In that moment, the divisions between desire and reality blurred, and everything he knew about the outside world vanished in the intensity of that ephemeral connection.

Each kiss was a poem, each caress a verse. Andrew gave himself over to the current of passions that enveloped him, feeling light and carefree, as if the worries of the world were nothing more than distant echoes.

The union of bodies became a language without words, where communication transcended conventional meaning. In the arms of the succubi, Andrew explored a universe of sensations. The warmth of their glowing skin contrasted with the freshness of the air; sighs and laughter filled the empty spaces in his heart.

The experience was a journey in which there was no destination, only a celebration of pleasure and connection with beings who understood the complexity of human desire. As they gave themselves over to the dance, time faded away, and Andrew felt that, albeit momentarily, he had found a refuge from the chaos of his thoughts.

He allowed himself to simply be himself, freed from the chains of worry, immersing himself in the ephemeral beauty of those shared moments. And so, in the Palace of the Succubi, Andrew discovered not only an escape but a part of himself that had been hidden under the weight of reality.

A world where joy, tenderness, and connection flowed like currents of life, reminding him that even in the darkest moments, there is always a bright corner waiting to be discovered and for him it was pleasure and lust.