Given how much our relationship had grown, I wondered why our soulbond hadn’t level up. My hunch was that I needed to check every relationship-advancement box: the mental, emotional, and physical connections. We were definitely making progress on all fronts, though we hadn’t crossed all the thresholds yet.
I took Esme’s hand. Like most men of my generation and background, I wasn’t raised to be comfortable with my feelings. Or to even know what I was feeling, beyond the obvious physical stuff. Something definitely stirred in my heart, I just didn’t know how to express it eloquently. Worse than that, I feared that if I did express it, it would sound cheesy.
Esme looked into my eyes and smiled kindly. “You don’t need to hold back. We are soulbonded. Whatever you want to say, I want to hear.”
She was so intuitive, wasn’t she? Some people were just good at reading others. While I could read her feelings by manifesting our tether — an obvious relationship cheat code — she could do so just by looking into my eyes.
But could I really be vulnerable with her? Would she really not judge me? Back on Earth, if I told a girl what I was feeling on our second date, she’d most likely ghost me. In our culture, men weren’t supposed to have feelings. It made us seem weak.
But this was a completely new world, with a different cuisine and culture. I ought to test the waters.
“I… I’m having such a good time with you, Esme. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in my life.”
“Really?” She smiled. “I’m honestly surprised. Others tend to regard me as serious and boring.”
“You’re not in the least.”
“I think it’s because you bring out the best in me, Remy. I’ve never felt so comfortable around someone. I feel I can finally let my guard down.”
“Likewise.”
“I feel like I can be myself. Express everything I’m thinking. And most of all, I feel safe.”
I wanted to lean over and kiss those soft, pink lips, but there was too much table between us.
Everything she’d said stirred my own feelings. “I’m so glad I died and was brought here. I’m so glad it was you who found me.”
“Do you think it was fated? Do you believe in such a thing?”
“I don’t know. Do you?”
“I always thought it was fate that made me a curseborn. That it was something I could never escape. But now, for the first time, I feel like maybe I can escape it. Maybe I can have a better life. With you.”
“Then forget fate. It’s what we decide to do together that’ll make all the difference.”
She nodded. “You’re so right, Remy. For the first time, I feel like I can go against the grain. It’s all thanks to your strength.”
Well, what was left to say? I think on an emotional level, we’d advanced as much as was healthy in two days. On a mental level, we still needed to get to know each other more. As for the physical dimension, she was technically still a virgin. I’d have to change that tonight.
We chatted and ate and laughed. I told her more about Earth, and she told me more about Lumaria. I didn’t want to ask about anything painful, like her childhood, so avoided delicate subjects. I wanted to keep her smiling and laughing and enjoying this honeymoon. We could approach deeper, more painful topics later.
After we finished eating, we took a walk around the resort. There were so many paths leading to different areas of the hot spring. The public hot spring wasn’t too crowded, with small groups and families enjoying the steamy water. There were other restaurants, too, and I was particularly interested in the restaurant inside one of the big caves at the mountainside. Perhaps we could eat there tomorrow, before we checked out.
We returned to our villa. It was time to actually enjoy the hot spring itself. After stripping, I dipped my toes in. Hot! Slowly, I submerged my whole body, enjoying the steam on my skin.
I eagerly watched as Esme removed her clothing. With only her pink panties and a white shirt on, she pulled off her shirt, exposing her deliciously flat midriff. Her breasts popped out.
Perky and perfect. Bigger than you’d expect for her athletic, toned body, especially given how narrow her waist was. I could probably cup one in my hand and almost fully grasp it. Her nipples stood erect like pencil erasers.
She stared at me and slid down her panties, revealing what I could tell was a tight pussy beneath a shaved crotch. I wanted to lick those folds and hear her moan.
I made a twirling motion with my hand.
“As you wish, Master.” She twirled slowly. Athletic women tend to have flatter asses, but hers was thick for her size, with just the right amount of excess fat to grab onto when I’d be thrusting her later. There wasn’t a hint of sag anywhere on her body, especially her tits and ass, which seemed to have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.
“Get in here,” I ordered. “Now.”
“Yes, Master.” She put one foot in, then let out a gasp. “It’s hot.”
“Not as hot as you.”
She giggled, then slowly got in the waist-deep water. “Let’s relax in here for thirty minutes, then get into the cold pool.”
I looked at the pool across from us, which was separated by a thick layer of stone. “Ah, so that’s why there’s two sections.”
She came to my front. I kissed her. I let the animal in me lead, massaging her tongue and nibbling on her lips. Her moans made me want to fuck her right here. I let my erect cock poke her crotch, the texture of her close shave on my tip.
I reminded myself that she was a virgin. It would be painful when I entered her, and doing it in the water would make that experience more unpleasant.
So I reigned in the animal inside me. But not before grabbing her left ass cheek with one hand and taking her right breast fully in the other.
We made out. We enjoyed each other’s tongues for a good ten minutes while our hands went wherever they wanted, short of me penetrating her. We relaxed in our pleasuring of each other. It became less animalistic and more intentional. More loving. Though my dick stayed erect, our slow kissing soothed my overwhelming need to ejaculate.
The way she kissed me… I felt so cared for. It was as if her kisses were transmitting her feelings. It went beyond the carnal and into something that was almost spiritual. Something transcendent.
Eventually, our mouths and tongues and lips grew tired. So we relaxed in the hot water and chatted. When thirty minutes passed, we got out of the hot pool and faced the cold pool.
I dipped my toe in. Freezing! Especially after coming from such comforting warmth.
“You first?” I said to Esme.
She dipped her toe in and laughed. “That’s ice cold.”
“We have to jump in. It’s the only way. Like ripping off a bandaid.”
Unlike with the hot pool, which you could slowly adjust to, there was no adjusting to such biting cold without submerging your entire body. Go deep or go home.
“I’m not that brave,” Esme said.
“Let’s do it at the same time, then.”
“Okay.”
“On the count of three, we both jump. Ready?”
Esme nodded.
“One. Two. Three!”
I jumped. But Esme remained standing. I splashed into the ice cold water. It wasn’t as bitter and uncomfortable as I expected. In fact, it was exhilarating! The cold washed over me, biting into my muscles and bones. Going from the hot pool to this, so suddenly, sent a burst of adrenaline through me.
“You cheater!” I said. “I’m going to punish you for that later. Now get in!”
Esme giggled.
“Come on. It’s awesome!”
She jumped in with a scream. Splash!
We both laughed once her head shot up above the water.
“Refreshing, isn’t it?” I asked.
“So nice.”
We enjoyed fifteen minutes in the cold pool, then went back to the hot pool. We repeated this pattern for two hours, until it was time for the main event.
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Given how much our relationship had grown, I wondered why our soulbond hadn’t level up. My hunch was that I needed to check every relationship-advancement box: the mental, emotional, and physical connections. We were definitely making progress on all fronts, though we hadn’t crossed all the thresholds yet.
I took Esme’s hand. Like most men of my generation and background, I wasn’t raised to be comfortable with my feelings. Or to even know what I was feeling, beyond the obvious physical stuff. Something definitely stirred in my heart, I just didn’t know how to express it eloquently. Worse than that, I feared that if I did express it, it would sound cheesy.
Esme looked into my eyes and smiled kindly. “You don’t need to hold back. We are soulbonded. Whatever you want to say, I want to hear.”
She was so intuitive, wasn’t she? Some people were just good at reading others. While I could read her feelings by manifesting our tether — an obvious relationship cheat code — she could do so just by looking into my eyes.
But could I really be vulnerable with her? Would she really not judge me? Back on Earth, if I told a girl what I was feeling on our second date, she’d most likely ghost me. In our culture, men weren’t supposed to have feelings. It made us seem weak.
But this was a completely new world, with a different cuisine and culture. I ought to test the waters.
“I… I’m having such a good time with you, Esme. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in my life.”
“Really?” She smiled. “I’m honestly surprised. Others tend to regard me as serious and boring.”
“You’re not in the least.”
“I think it’s because you bring out the best in me, Remy. I’ve never felt so comfortable around someone. I feel I can finally let my guard down.”
“Likewise.”
“I feel like I can be myself. Express everything I’m thinking. And most of all, I feel safe.”
I wanted to lean over and kiss those soft, pink lips, but there was too much table between us.
Everything she’d said stirred my own feelings. “I’m so glad I died and was brought here. I’m so glad it was you who found me.”
“Do you think it was fated? Do you believe in such a thing?”
“I don’t know. Do you?”
“I always thought it was fate that made me a curseborn. That it was something I could never escape. But now, for the first time, I feel like maybe I can escape it. Maybe I can have a better life. With you.”
“Then forget fate. It’s what we decide to do together that’ll make all the difference.”
She nodded. “You’re so right, Remy. For the first time, I feel like I can go against the grain. It’s all thanks to your strength.”
Well, what was left to say? I think on an emotional level, we’d advanced as much as was healthy in two days. On a mental level, we still needed to get to know each other more. As for the physical dimension, she was technically still a virgin. I’d have to change that tonight.
We chatted and ate and laughed. I told her more about Earth, and she told me more about Lumaria. I didn’t want to ask about anything painful, like her childhood, so avoided delicate subjects. I wanted to keep her smiling and laughing and enjoying this honeymoon. We could approach deeper, more painful topics later.
After we finished eating, we took a walk around the resort. There were so many paths leading to different areas of the hot spring. The public hot spring wasn’t too crowded, with small groups and families enjoying the steamy water. There were other restaurants, too, and I was particularly interested in the restaurant inside one of the big caves at the mountainside. Perhaps we could eat there tomorrow, before we checked out.
We returned to our villa. It was time to actually enjoy the hot spring itself. After stripping, I dipped my toes in. Hot! Slowly, I submerged my whole body, enjoying the steam on my skin.
I eagerly watched as Esme removed her clothing. With only her pink panties and a white shirt on, she pulled off her shirt, exposing her deliciously flat midriff. Her breasts popped out.
Perky and perfect. Bigger than you’d expect for her athletic, toned body, especially given how narrow her waist was. I could probably cup one in my hand and almost fully grasp it. Her nipples stood erect like pencil erasers.
She stared at me and slid down her panties, revealing what I could tell was a tight pussy beneath a shaved crotch. I wanted to lick those folds and hear her moan.
I made a twirling motion with my hand.
“As you wish, Master.” She twirled slowly. Athletic women tend to have flatter asses, but hers was thick for her size, with just the right amount of excess fat to grab onto when I’d be thrusting her later. There wasn’t a hint of sag anywhere on her body, especially her tits and ass, which seemed to have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.
“Get in here,” I ordered. “Now.”
“Yes, Master.” She put one foot in, then let out a gasp. “It’s hot.”
“Not as hot as you.”
She giggled, then slowly got in the waist-deep water. “Let’s relax in here for thirty minutes, then get into the cold pool.”
I looked at the pool across from us, which was separated by a thick layer of stone. “Ah, so that’s why there’s two sections.”
She came to my front. I kissed her. I let the animal in me lead, massaging her tongue and nibbling on her lips. Her moans made me want to fuck her right here. I let my erect cock poke her crotch, the texture of her close shave on my tip.
I reminded myself that she was a virgin. It would be painful when I entered her, and doing it in the water would make that experience more unpleasant.
So I reigned in the animal inside me. But not before grabbing her left ass cheek with one hand and taking her right breast fully in the other.
We made out. We enjoyed each other’s tongues for a good ten minutes while our hands went wherever they wanted, short of me penetrating her. We relaxed in our pleasuring of each other. It became less animalistic and more intentional. More loving. Though my dick stayed erect, our slow kissing soothed my overwhelming need to ejaculate.
The way she kissed me… I felt so cared for. It was as if her kisses were transmitting her feelings. It went beyond the carnal and into something that was almost spiritual. Something transcendent.
Eventually, our mouths and tongues and lips grew tired. So we relaxed in the hot water and chatted. When thirty minutes passed, we got out of the hot pool and faced the cold pool.
I dipped my toe in. Freezing! Especially after coming from such comforting warmth.
“You first?” I said to Esme.
She dipped her toe in and laughed. “That’s ice cold.”
“We have to jump in. It’s the only way. Like ripping off a bandaid.”
Unlike with the hot pool, which you could slowly adjust to, there was no adjusting to such biting cold without submerging your entire body. Go deep or go home.
“I’m not that brave,” Esme said.
“Let’s do it at the same time, then.”
“Okay.”
“On the count of three, we both jump. Ready?”
Esme nodded.
“One. Two. Three!”
I jumped. But Esme remained standing. I splashed into the ice cold water. It wasn’t as bitter and uncomfortable as I expected. In fact, it was exhilarating! The cold washed over me, biting into my muscles and bones. Going from the hot pool to this, so suddenly, sent a burst of adrenaline through me.
“You cheater!” I said. “I’m going to punish you for that later. Now get in!”
Esme giggled.
“Come on. It’s awesome!”
She jumped in with a scream. Splash!
We both laughed once her head shot up above the water.
“Refreshing, isn’t it?” I asked.
“So nice.”
We enjoyed fifteen minutes in the cold pool, then went back to the hot pool. We repeated this pattern for two hours, until it was time for the main event.
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