“The way you stood up to him…” Ayla came to my side and grabbed my hand. She placed it inside her pants and rubbed my palm against her silky panties. They were so wet. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, right now.”
We could hardly keep our hands and tongues off each other on the way back to our villa. Esme was inside, sitting on the floor bed. She got up and sat in the corner, eager to watch us, as I settled Ayla on the bed and peeled off her clothes.
When I went to climb on top of a now naked Ayla, she grabbed me and swiveled around, pinning me on my back. Then she climbed on top.
“This is what I want,” she said. “You’ll be my mount for the night.”
I wasn’t going to say no to that. Cowgirl was one of my favorite positions, though I could say that about every position.
First, we made out, allowing our tongues to express themselves. She straddled me with her thick thighs, my member hardening like diamond, pre-cum moistening my tip.
I couldn’t help but glance at Esme. She had one hand in her skirt and the other on her erect nipple. Her face was beautifully pinkened and she seemed to be enjoying herself as much as we were.
My whole focus had to be on Ayla. With our understanding of each other deepening, this was my best chance to level up our soulbond. I’d need high level soulbonds – and more soulbonds – to destroy evil assholes like Saran.
I kissed down to Ayla’s chin, then her neck. I grabbed onto her generous ass cheeks, which were more than a handful. Ayla’s breasts bobbed up and down as she continued to straddle me, her pussy wetting with expectation.
I’d say that was enough foreplay. Ayla slowly slid her hole down onto my tip, then let it swallow my entire cock. She moaned with total delight, and gyrated up and down. The sight of her tits bouncing and the feel of her ass cheeks in my hands was a total sensory experience like no other. She even smelled like the perfect summer breeze.
I let Ayla enjoy herself. Let her move how she wanted. My cock was hers, and she’d know best where to put it and to what rhythm. As she sped up, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I was more than eager to show her my love and lust by caressing it with mine.
I reached out and touched our tether. A green, almost solid wire of light materialized in my hand, connecting my chest with the back of her neck.
It glowed emerald. As Ayla moaned, it brightened, as if its cadence were matched to her heart. Her heartbeats combined with my own, as did her pleasure, an intensity only rivaled by what I’d experienced with Esme when our soulbond had leveled up. My body twitched and shook and I feared I’d erupt too fast. But Ayla wasn’t holding it in, either. She sped her movements, gyrating every which way, my cock enjoying every nook of her warm and wet hole And her moans – I hoped Saran could hear them, wherever he was. I hoped the emperor himself would hear the moans of my soulbonded women.
Thinking about these vile men wasn’t enough to douse my pleasure. I pulled Ayla into me and nestled my face between her luscious D cups. I nibbled and tongued every inch of them, pushing them in and out of my mouth as Ayla continued to ride me.
Our tether turned blinding. Ayla moaned as if she were giving birth. A tsunami poured onto my crotch. My cock loved the feel of being submerged in such a hot, soupy gush. As we moaned with all the pleasure overtaking us, I stuck my tongue in her mouth to make sure she knew this was as much about love as pleasure.
The world faded to black as my seed shot into Ayla, warming her insides further.
SOULBOND OF WIND LEVEL 2 UNLOCKED
NAME: Ayla
CLASS: Wind Warrior
Strength: 3 -> 4
Intelligence: 3 -> 4
Agility: 1
Endurance 1 -> 2
Vigor: 3 -> 5
Mind: 3 -> 5
Luck: 2
WIND ABILITIES STRENGTHENED
NEW WIND ABILITY UNLOCKED
When my senses recovered from the blinding ecstasy, Ayla was at my side, caressing my hair. Esme was at my other side, her thighs warming mine. Her dripping pussy straddled me, as if she wanted me to know how much she enjoyed it all.
The three of us slept deep and long. In the morning, we enjoyed the hot and cold pools. We chatted and laughed and smiled and delighted in the camaraderie. But as happy as I was, I also thought about Tara; her life must’ve been such a torment. She was a curseborn, too, like the two women I cared so much about.
Despite Leric and Saran’s threats, no one kicked us out of our villa. The more I thought about them, and how Saran had so cruelly laid a hand on Tara, the harder it became to be happy. My smile turned into a frown, and even the rush of going from the hot pool to the cold pool couldn’t snap me back to the present moment.
“What’s wrong?” Esme floated up to me and took my arm.
“I was thinking about Tara. The girl who serves Saran. About how he hit her.”
Ayla came to my side and kissed my cheek. “He’s such a scumbag. It boils my blood to think how many of us curseborn are forced to serve men like him to survive.”
“Do you think they’re still at the resort?” I asked. “I don’t think I can go on and continue our adventures knowing that she’s being abused.”
“What do you suggest?” Esme asked.
“I have an idea. But it’ll be dangerous. It’ll be risky.”
“Isn’t everything worthwhile dangerous and risky?” Esme said.
“True enough.”
I discussed the plan with them. After we checked out, we put it into motion. Using our Leaping Shoes, Esme and I climbed up the mountain overlooking the resort, where we had a good view of who was coming in and out. Meanwhile, Ayla stayed near the entrance, though she made sure to stay hidden within a copse of trees.
After a few hours, Leric and Saran emerged, with Tara following several yards behind them. Ayla approached them just outside the entrance and conversed with them. Though we couldn’t hear from our perch what was being said, I imagined it to be something along the lines of:
“Please Sir Saran, won’t you help me kill my soulbond? I can lead you right to him.”
“And why do you want to kill your soulbond?”
“Because I don’t want to be punished for his treachery. The only way to sever a soulbond is to kill one of the bonded. Please free me, Sir Saran, and I swear to serve you.”
It definitely worked because Saran and Tara separated from Leric and followed Ayla toward the mountain. Of course, he was so haughty as to not suspect it was a trap. But as soon as he entered the cave we were now hiding in, Esme used an Ice Blast to freeze the entrance.
Saran now found himself surrounded by Esme, Ayla, and myself. I approached from the depth of the cave, ice katana in hand.
“So, this was all a trap.” Saran chuckled with indifference. “I actually suspected as much. I’d never turn down an opportunity to rid the world of scum like you, trap or not.”
“I’m a merciful man, Saran.” I brandished my katana right at him. “Give me the ring and I’ll let you go.”
“Oh, you want my water binding ring? So you can add another base wretch to your harem?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m not like you. I won’t force Tara to join my harem. She’ll be free to make her own decisions.”
Saran turned to Tara. The petite white-haired girl was staring at the floor.
“Did you hear that, slave? This man is fighting for you. Did you ever imagine such a thing would happen in your pathetic life?” He turned to me. “After I kill you, I’m going to hurt her like I’ve never hurt her before. It’s her fault for attracting your attention.”
“You’re tempting me to rescind my offer of mercy.” I tightened my hold on the katana.
“I wasn’t going to take your offer anyway.” Saran conjured his water whip. “So, what are you waiting for? Or are you waiting for your slaves to make the first move?”
“They are not my slaves. They are my wives. I cherish them as they deserve to be cherished.”
Saran let out an ugly laugh. “They deserve nothing less than a good death. It’s a mercy we keep such cursed creatures around. It makes my skin crawl to think that you touch them in that way. Curseborn are all just diseased rats. They are not for pleasure, you degenerate!”
How the fuck was he calling me a degenerate?
“My wives won’t interfere, so long as you keep Tara out of this. I don’t want to hurt her.”
“Oh, did you think I’d involve Tara? I want the pleasure of killing you all to myself. Besides, it’s her mana I need, not her fighting skills.”
I’d had enough of his flapping tongue. It was time for my blade to do some talking of its own.
“The way you stood up to him…” Ayla came to my side and grabbed my hand. She placed it inside her pants and rubbed my palm against her silky panties. They were so wet. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, right now.”
We could hardly keep our hands and tongues off each other on the way back to our villa. Esme was inside, sitting on the floor bed. She got up and sat in the corner, eager to watch us, as I settled Ayla on the bed and peeled off her clothes.
When I went to climb on top of a now naked Ayla, she grabbed me and swiveled around, pinning me on my back. Then she climbed on top.
“This is what I want,” she said. “You’ll be my mount for the night.”
I wasn’t going to say no to that. Cowgirl was one of my favorite positions, though I could say that about every position.
First, we made out, allowing our tongues to express themselves. She straddled me with her thick thighs, my member hardening like diamond, pre-cum moistening my tip.
I couldn’t help but glance at Esme. She had one hand in her skirt and the other on her erect nipple. Her face was beautifully pinkened and she seemed to be enjoying herself as much as we were.
My whole focus had to be on Ayla. With our understanding of each other deepening, this was my best chance to level up our soulbond. I’d need high level soulbonds – and more soulbonds – to destroy evil assholes like Saran.
I kissed down to Ayla’s chin, then her neck. I grabbed onto her generous ass cheeks, which were more than a handful. Ayla’s breasts bobbed up and down as she continued to straddle me, her pussy wetting with expectation.
I’d say that was enough foreplay. Ayla slowly slid her hole down onto my tip, then let it swallow my entire cock. She moaned with total delight, and gyrated up and down. The sight of her tits bouncing and the feel of her ass cheeks in my hands was a total sensory experience like no other. She even smelled like the perfect summer breeze.
I let Ayla enjoy herself. Let her move how she wanted. My cock was hers, and she’d know best where to put it and to what rhythm. As she sped up, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I was more than eager to show her my love and lust by caressing it with mine.
I reached out and touched our tether. A green, almost solid wire of light materialized in my hand, connecting my chest with the back of her neck.
It glowed emerald. As Ayla moaned, it brightened, as if its cadence were matched to her heart. Her heartbeats combined with my own, as did her pleasure, an intensity only rivaled by what I’d experienced with Esme when our soulbond had leveled up. My body twitched and shook and I feared I’d erupt too fast. But Ayla wasn’t holding it in, either. She sped her movements, gyrating every which way, my cock enjoying every nook of her warm and wet hole And her moans – I hoped Saran could hear them, wherever he was. I hoped the emperor himself would hear the moans of my soulbonded women.
Thinking about these vile men wasn’t enough to douse my pleasure. I pulled Ayla into me and nestled my face between her luscious D cups. I nibbled and tongued every inch of them, pushing them in and out of my mouth as Ayla continued to ride me.
Our tether turned blinding. Ayla moaned as if she were giving birth. A tsunami poured onto my crotch. My cock loved the feel of being submerged in such a hot, soupy gush. As we moaned with all the pleasure overtaking us, I stuck my tongue in her mouth to make sure she knew this was as much about love as pleasure.
The world faded to black as my seed shot into Ayla, warming her insides further.
SOULBOND OF WIND LEVEL 2 UNLOCKED
NAME: Ayla
CLASS: Wind Warrior
Strength: 3 -> 4
Intelligence: 3 -> 4
Agility: 1
Endurance 1 -> 2
Vigor: 3 -> 5
Mind: 3 -> 5
Luck: 2
WIND ABILITIES STRENGTHENED
NEW WIND ABILITY UNLOCKED
When my senses recovered from the blinding ecstasy, Ayla was at my side, caressing my hair. Esme was at my other side, her thighs warming mine. Her dripping pussy straddled me, as if she wanted me to know how much she enjoyed it all.
The three of us slept deep and long. In the morning, we enjoyed the hot and cold pools. We chatted and laughed and smiled and delighted in the camaraderie. But as happy as I was, I also thought about Tara; her life must’ve been such a torment. She was a curseborn, too, like the two women I cared so much about.
Despite Leric and Saran’s threats, no one kicked us out of our villa. The more I thought about them, and how Saran had so cruelly laid a hand on Tara, the harder it became to be happy. My smile turned into a frown, and even the rush of going from the hot pool to the cold pool couldn’t snap me back to the present moment.
“What’s wrong?” Esme floated up to me and took my arm.
“I was thinking about Tara. The girl who serves Saran. About how he hit her.”
Ayla came to my side and kissed my cheek. “He’s such a scumbag. It boils my blood to think how many of us curseborn are forced to serve men like him to survive.”
“Do you think they’re still at the resort?” I asked. “I don’t think I can go on and continue our adventures knowing that she’s being abused.”
“What do you suggest?” Esme asked.
“I have an idea. But it’ll be dangerous. It’ll be risky.”
“Isn’t everything worthwhile dangerous and risky?” Esme said.
“True enough.”
I discussed the plan with them. After we checked out, we put it into motion. Using our Leaping Shoes, Esme and I climbed up the mountain overlooking the resort, where we had a good view of who was coming in and out. Meanwhile, Ayla stayed near the entrance, though she made sure to stay hidden within a copse of trees.
After a few hours, Leric and Saran emerged, with Tara following several yards behind them. Ayla approached them just outside the entrance and conversed with them. Though we couldn’t hear from our perch what was being said, I imagined it to be something along the lines of:
“Please Sir Saran, won’t you help me kill my soulbond? I can lead you right to him.”
“And why do you want to kill your soulbond?”
“Because I don’t want to be punished for his treachery. The only way to sever a soulbond is to kill one of the bonded. Please free me, Sir Saran, and I swear to serve you.”
It definitely worked because Saran and Tara separated from Leric and followed Ayla toward the mountain. Of course, he was so haughty as to not suspect it was a trap. But as soon as he entered the cave we were now hiding in, Esme used an Ice Blast to freeze the entrance.
Saran now found himself surrounded by Esme, Ayla, and myself. I approached from the depth of the cave, ice katana in hand.
“So, this was all a trap.” Saran chuckled with indifference. “I actually suspected as much. I’d never turn down an opportunity to rid the world of scum like you, trap or not.”
“I’m a merciful man, Saran.” I brandished my katana right at him. “Give me the ring and I’ll let you go.”
“Oh, you want my water binding ring? So you can add another base wretch to your harem?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m not like you. I won’t force Tara to join my harem. She’ll be free to make her own decisions.”
Saran turned to Tara. The petite white-haired girl was staring at the floor.
“Did you hear that, slave? This man is fighting for you. Did you ever imagine such a thing would happen in your pathetic life?” He turned to me. “After I kill you, I’m going to hurt her like I’ve never hurt her before. It’s her fault for attracting your attention.”
“You’re tempting me to rescind my offer of mercy.” I tightened my hold on the katana.
“I wasn’t going to take your offer anyway.” Saran conjured his water whip. “So, what are you waiting for? Or are you waiting for your slaves to make the first move?”
“They are not my slaves. They are my wives. I cherish them as they deserve to be cherished.”
Saran let out an ugly laugh. “They deserve nothing less than a good death. It’s a mercy we keep such cursed creatures around. It makes my skin crawl to think that you touch them in that way. Curseborn are all just diseased rats. They are not for pleasure, you degenerate!”
How the fuck was he calling me a degenerate?
“My wives won’t interfere, so long as you keep Tara out of this. I don’t want to hurt her.”
“Oh, did you think I’d involve Tara? I want the pleasure of killing you all to myself. Besides, it’s her mana I need, not her fighting skills.”
I’d had enough of his flapping tongue. It was time for my blade to do some talking of its own.
