Extra's Pov: The Goddess Wants Me To Conquer Milfs

Logan finally returned home after two long, exhausting days.

He stood outside the door for a few moments, gathering his thoughts before twisting the handle and stepping inside.

The apartment was dimly lit, quiet, yet filled with a familiar, comforting warmth.

Daenerys was one of the strongest people in the entire city, a force of nature who feared nothing and no one.

There was no need for her to lock the doors, not when she carried such power within her. Besides, she had been waiting for him.

She sat gracefully near the window, her presence alone commanding the room.

Her long, black hair fell in silky waves down her back, framing a face of breathtaking beauty.

High cheekbones, full, naturally rosy lips, and those striking violet eyes that seemed to hold both ancient wisdom and smoldering passion.

Her body was a perfect blend of strength and feminine allure, tall and lithe, with generous curves that spoke of softness and power at the same time.

The oversized shirt she wore, one she had bought for Logan, draped teasingly over her full breasts and hugged the elegant dip of her narrow waist before ending high on her smooth, toned thighs.

Beneath it, only a delicate pair of light blue panties covered her, a subtle reminder that she had been patiently waiting for his return all night.

The moment she sensed his presence, her gaze lifted to meet his.

A mixture of relief and a hint of anger flickered across her beautiful features.

"Hey, Daenerys..." Logan called out with a small smile, not too surprised to find her there.

"Hey? Hey?" Daenerys rose from her seat in one fluid motion, her expression shifting into a clear frown.

The movement caused the shirt to shift slightly against her body, accentuating her curves.

"You were gone for almost two days, completely unreachable, and all you can say is ’hey’? Are you serious right now?"

Logan was taken aback.

He hadn’t expected her to be this genuinely upset over what he had considered a minor situation.

But in her eyes, it clearly wasn’t minor at all.

"I had a few things I needed to handle," he explained gently, trying to keep his tone calm.

"And you didn’t think to call me beforehand? To at least let me know you were okay?"

Her voice carried a mix of frustration and something deeper, more vulnerable.

Logan fell silent.

For the first time, he realized he might have been truly in the wrong here.

All he had been focused on was completing the system’s mission.

Everything else had faded into the background.

"At least say something," she continued, her violet eyes narrowing.

"I can smell another woman’s scent lingering on your body..."

Logan was stunned into silence by her words.

He took a closer look at her.

Daenerys stood there pouting, her anger evident, yet it only seemed to make her look more captivating.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her full lips pressed together, and her chest rose and fell with each heated breath.

He had never seen this jealous, emotional side of her before.

’Is she actually jealous... or just pretending?’

He wondered, frowning slightly.

Even though he had designed her character template, this was the real world now.

Things could evolve beyond what he originally planned.

His mind swirled with unanswered questions.

Knowing words alone might not fix the tension, Logan decided to act.

As Daenerys waited for his explanation, he closed the distance between them in two quick strides.

Before she could say another word, he pulled her close and pressed his lips firmly against hers in a deep, unexpected kiss.

Daenerys’ eyes widened in shock, a soft gasp escaping into his mouth.

The warmth and softness of her lips sent a rush through him.

Logan slid one hand behind her slender waist, drawing her body flush against his.

She melted almost instantly under his touch, her initial surprise giving way to quiet surrender.

He deepened the kiss, taking full control, his tongue gently exploring hers as their breaths mingled.

His other hand slipped beneath the hem of the long shirt, gliding slowly over the smooth, warm skin of her thighs before cupping the soft, perky curve of her ass.

Daenerys moaned softly into the kiss, the sound vibrating against his lips.

She wrapped both arms around his neck, pressing herself closer, her full breasts brushing against his chest as the kiss grew more heated and passionate.

For those long moments, all her questions and anger seemed to fade away.

Logan’s hands continued their gentle exploration, caressing and squeezing with just enough pressure to make her tremble.

’Let’s take this to the bedroom,’ he thought.

Before she could react, he swept her up into his arms in a strong bridal carry.

Daenerys let out a surprised breath as their lips parted.

"Oh..." she whispered, licking her lips.

She leaned her head against his chest, her voice turning softer and more seductive.

"I like this side of you better."

Logan smiled faintly, carrying her down the hallway.

Daenerys added quietly, almost like a secret,

"Always take the initiative with me, okay?"

"Today you’re in for a treat," Logan replied, his voice low with promise.

"Oh? Then spoil me rotten," she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I’ve missed this... missed you."

When they reached the bedroom, Logan paused briefly at the sight of Snow curled up comfortably on the bed.

The little cat had been missing earlier, but apparently it had returned home at some point.

Snow glanced up at Daenerys, then at Logan, and shook his head in clear disapproval before vanishing, giving them the privacy they needed.

Logan couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the cat’s reaction, but his focus quickly returned to the woman in his arms.

He gently tossed Daenerys onto the center of the bed.

She landed with a soft bounce, her black hair spreading out around her like a glowing halo.

The shirt had ridden up her thighs, revealing more of her smooth skin as she looked up at him with expectant, half-lidded violet eyes.

Standing at the edge of the bed, Logan slowly removed his shirt, revealing his toned abs and sculpted physique.

Daenerys’ gaze roamed over him hungrily, her breathing growing slightly heavier.

He then pushed down his trousers and boxers, climbing onto the bed to join her.

He started slowly, kissing her legs with deliberate care, from her feet, trailing upward along her calves and thighs.

Daenerys instinctively parted her legs wider, inviting him closer.

His warm lips and teasing touches sent tingling waves through her body, building the anticipation.

When he finally reached her most sensitive area, he placed a gentle, lingering kiss there, drawing a low, breathless moan from her lips.

"I didn’t think you’d know how to explore a woman’s body this well..." Daenerys whispered, her voice husky as she clutched the sheets and arched slightly.

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Author’s note: It’s going to be Smut for the next Chapter or 2, but it’s going to be a short one this time. After that we’ll begin heading towards even more dangerous things like completing the mission assigned by the system to escape the shadow’s gaze and eliminating Ethan...