The One Who Unites Pt. 02

This update has been a while in the making after my original draft self destructed in my writing program. Now we're back and progress is going smoothly. Expect more consistent updates in the future. It is my goal to start releasing chapters every 2-3 weeks if possible. Enjoy, and thank you for reading.

To be loved. That was Eliander's greatest wish.

Born a poor Elf from an impoverished clan with no claim or power, he dreamt of one day becoming the leader of his tribe. Eliander thought that if he could be acknowledged and accepted by his people then that would be enough to finally be happy.

It was a hopeless dream, one that was brought into stark reality during his childhood. In training he was slower and weaker than the rest, and in studies he had little aptitude. Magic had been his one saving grace, but even then his skill was no more than that of the average Elf. The lack of potential earned him only mockery from peers who ridiculed his ambitions.

Eliander felt hopeless. With no purpose or hope he one day climbed a mountain peak deep within the Great Forest and readied to jump to end his own life. But before he could, a voice stopped him.

A grey-cloaked man, large in size, offered a second chance. "With the powers I can give you, everything you wish for will be granted."

All it cost was a sacrifice. Offer the Dark Lord the blood of his people and in return Eliander would be given access to forbidden magic. It was hardly even a question. With little to lose, this was the only chance to have his dream come true.

He made his pact and from that day forth followed his duties diligently.

"Dark Lord, give me your commands and I shall follow." He prayed at the makeshift altar he had within his chambers, a sigil etched onto the floor, at its center was a bowl with drops of blood from Eliander's palm.

"Tell me what you wish." Eliander clasped his hands together. "Any order and I will gladly follow."

Since that day, his fervor had only grown. The forbidden magic he wielded allowed him to change the imperfections that plagued him. He was now strong, handsome, and beloved by the people due to the gifts that had been given to him. Yet, it was still no enough.

"I demand more. A low voice echoed through his mind. "Tonight, you will bring me more Elves to sacrifice. Lead them to me as instructed."

"It shall be done." He whispered.

"Follow your god faithfully and everything you wish for will be granted." Were the last words repeated after every communication. It was an affirmation, one that emboldened Eliander.

"Thank you." He was so happy he could cry. "Thank you." He repeated again and again. Soon, all his plans would come to fruition. The sacrifice of the Elves was a small price to pay for the gifts he received from following the Dark Lord. After all, he no longer needed their praise, only their blood to fuel his rise to power.

***

Simon stretched out his body as the aches and pains that once plagued him had now abated. Revitalized with mana, he felt better than he had in ages, now able to walk the dirt path back to the village without the support of a cane.

His recovery was all thanks to Aylin who traveled beside him. Quiet and contemplative, she had not spoken much since the ritual and seemed to avoid meeting his eyes. Her hesitation was understandable to an extent. Simon himself was still making sense of how fast things moved once they got caught in the frenzy-like state of their connection.

They had traded intimate parts of each other. Mana carried emotions and feelings that were supplied from one's soul. To share it with another was unheard of, a new territory of magic that Simon understood very little about.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of high pitched notes coming into earshot.

"Is that music?" He looked to the village.

Aylin's ears twitched as she stopped to listen. "I hear it." She said. "It's coming from the town square."

"It could be a minstrel," Simon said. "Though, these are dangerous times for one to travel."

Haldstrom was a region still recovering from a decades-long war. The roads were sparse of travelers and bandits roamed with little resistance once far enough from the major cities.

"Music..." She turned and looked at him with arms crossed. "We must go investigate it."

"We still need to return to the cottage." Simon reasoned. "There is a lot to be done before we leave tomorrow."

His mind was set on returning back to his room where he could prepare for the journey ahead. Packing, studying maps, and reading through tomes, taking a detour to listen to music hardly seemed productive.

He felt a wave of chills flash through his body. A familiar feeling, anger? what was angering him?

Aylin glared through him with narrowed eyes, and he suddenly understood the source of the sensation. Could he be picking up on her emotions intuitively?

"I can feel you are upset," Simon said in awe.

"Of course you can," Aylin replied. "We are connected in our energies. It is an effect of our bonding, or at least the partial bonding we undertook."

"Partial bonding?"

"It would take some time to explain." She said. "Just know that it is not permanent. The effect will lessen after some time."

"I see." Simon rubbed his chin. He would have to ask her more about the ritual details when they had some time together. "What is it about the music that is drawing you."

"I've never heard it before." She turned away from him, speaking softly. "There has been no music in this place for as long as I can remember. I do not want to miss it."

It was an earnest admission. Simon didn't have the heart to deny her, especially with their emotions being intertwined. "My studies can wait a while longer." He sighed. "Let's go see what is happening."

A faint smile formed the corner of Aylin's lips. "Really? then let's hurry." She grabbed his hand and suddenly pulled him along with surprising strength.

"Hold on," Simon felt his shoulder jerk. "You'll tear my arm off."

They were met with what looked to be a celebration of some sort under way. Villagers danced slowly in the square as the soft lull of harp strings echoed through the air.

"It is so peaceful." Aylin said. "Almost like a dream."

"Too peaceful." Said Simon. The harp was a strange instrument for a minstrel and the skill which they played was not that of an amateur, but a master musician. There was something strange about this all, but he could not place a reason.

"So you both have finally returned." The Elder approached with a kind smile on her face. "I was worried you had both gotten lost."

"We talked a while." Simon said. "Aylin was quite convincing. I didn't really have a choice but to bring her along with me."

"You make it seem like I am holding you hostage." Aylin huffed.

"No, but your negotiation tactics were quite unconventional." Simon did not want to bring up the ritual directly. Better to give his excuse and try to change the subject.

"We made love together by the lake." Aylin, not caring for that plan, said. "He folded rather quickly after that."

"Well that's nice-" Said the Elder before being interrupted.

"Aylin, you can't just say that so openly." Simon explained.

"Why not?" She looked genuinely confused.

"Because its rude to bring up sex in casual conversation."

"That doesn't make sense. It's natural."

"Uhm-"

"But now you just gave a mental image to the Elder of us in the act." Simon said. "She doesn't want to think about that."

"It is not my fault if a person has an active imagination." Aylin argued back. "Besides, how can you be so sure she doesn't want hear? We are not mind readers."

"Excuse me-"

"Where do you draw the line then?" Simon asked. "Do we just go into vivid detail with every person we talk to?"

"That's an exaggeration. I just do not want to lie to the Elder, I respect her too much."

"Hold on!" The Elder finally got between the two. "As much as I enjoy the finer details of your budding relationship, we have a feast happening in both of your honor."

"A feast?" Aylin looked from left to right, in awe of the festivities. "I've never seen everyone gathered in one place. What is this all for?"

"You've never seen a celebration before?" Simon asked.

"Not that I remember." She said. "It is one of the many things I am trying to reexperience."

She turned to the dancing couples, and watched them as she talked.

"That is right. You haven't had the chance to see us like this." The Elder explained. " T'kav kept strict control of our gatherings. He always threatened to attack if he caught us meeting in large groups. With him gone we can finally celebrate our freedom, and the departure of a dear friend."

"A dear friend?" Aylin asked.

"You, Aylin," She said. "In the few months you've been here, we have taken you as one of our own. Of course, we wanted to see you off."

Aylin looked puzzled. "But I am an Elf. How can I be a part of this village?"

"If you eat with us, work with us, and dance with us, then you are a part of this town." The Elder laughed. "So go on and enjoy yourself. Make some memories here before you set forth on new adventures."

"I will." Aylin nodded, taking the task as a serious duty.

Simon looked at the square. People danced in the center and off to the side were long tables populated with villagers drinking Ale and talking amongst each other. The smiles they wore told Simon they had not had a moment like this in a long while. He felt happy that he had been able to help bring peace to these people.

His joy dissipated as he caught the eye of the minstrel. They wore a light blue dress and a veil over their face, but Simon recognized them instantly.

"When did the musician arrive here?" He asked the Elder.

"It was pure luck," She said. "They wandered in not long after you awoke. I couldn't believe it. The first traveler we have had in ages besides you, and they are a this skilled. I've never heard such beautiful melodies in all my years. The Gods truly are with us today.

"That is one way you could say that," Simon said. "I think I'll go request a song."

"Do not take too long." Aylin stepped forward, grabbing his hand. "There is something I wish to ask you. She seemed to pick up on his change in demeanor. The look in her eyes seemed to ask: *is something wrong?*

"Of course." He met her gaze and gave a smile to ease any doubt she had. "This won't take long. I will find you after I talk with them."

"We have special seats for you both." The Elder pointed them to a small table at the far end of the square. "The table of honor, if you wish to call it that. It will give you two some privacy."

There was hardly any privacy when everyone's eyes were upon them. Simon and Aylin stood out from the rest of the village. Either way, he had matters to attend to.

"I did not expect to find you here," Simon walked up to the minstrel. As he approached the world began to slow into a full stop. Everyone except them two were frozen in place.

"You are finally awake again." The woman removed her veil and headscarf, revealing short-cut platinum hair and lilac eyes. It was exactly who he expected, Ivenes, Simon's patron god and source of his powers. When he casted spells and expended mana, it was her who received it and offered him her magic in exchange.

Ivenes' face was fixed in an easy smile that gave the look she was always playing a game with him. "I came to check on my most active servant. For a moment I thought you finally overdid it. That would have been a... disappointing end."

"Yes, I would hate to disappoint you of all people." Simon gave an informal bow.

"Even though you are not serious, that is the wisest thing you've said in some time." Static coursed through the strings of her harp as she plucked a note. "I came to make sure that we were on the same page. It seems you've made a new friend." Her eyes tracked past him towards Aylin who was sat frozen at the table. A man had approached and looked to be in mid-conversation with her.

"What interest are my personal affairs to you?" Simon shrugged. "Don't tell me you are getting jealous."

"As if a goddess would be jealous of their servants." She sneered. "I could have any human I wanted if I only wished."

"Not me," Simon said. "And I am no servant. We are equals."

"You speak so casually." She smiled. "I forget sometimes which of us is the immortal here."

"I'll never bow to a deity, you knew that when we made our pact." He said. "I'm one of your best Enchanters too. Our business relationship goes beyond groveling."

"None of the other subjects talk to me as you do, that much is true." She narrows her eyes onto him. It did not seem one of anger, but something of a playfulness. Though deities rarely talked without purpose. Every one of her games had an end goal. "I have only come to remind you of our priorities. You had your fun earlier but now is the time to focus."

"Fun?" He asked. The tone of her voice implied she had a specific event in mind. "You saw what happened with Aylin and me?"

"Nothing slips my perception," Ivenes said, her voice coy. "For someone who talks such a big game about being selective, you gave in for her rather quickly."

"I could care less if you watch me." He said. "I doubt you came here just to spy on my sexual exploits."

"Why not? I find humans' lustful desires to be both fascinating and enticing." She waved a hand. "Oh, the passion you have with your limited lifespans is so satisfying. The Gods hardly have any such urgency or excitement."

"I am no pawn for your amusement or pleasure." Simon felt himself becoming more annoyed by her presence than usual. "If there is a reason you are here speak it. If not, I'd rather return to the festivities."

Ivenes laughed at that. She was having far too much fun, and in Simon's experience, that meant she knew something he would not like.

"You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?" She laughed. "I am limited by divine law in what I can share about the future, but you should be careful with that Elf."

That was not the surprise Simon had expected.

"You're only trying to trick me. It won't work." He shook his head. Gods often gave prophecies of the future to mortals, with a single caveat, they could only speak in vague riddles. Much of their advice was suspect to all kinds of irony and wordplay by consequence. Simon knew well from experience.

"Have I ever lied to you?" She said.

"Should I list out every instance?"

"The cult we are tracking is not far. What I can tell you is that there is a strong energy of forbidden magic coming from the Great Forest. You will need to be focused for this battle. If your mind is distracted then I cannot guarantee your success."

"I fail to see how she could be a distraction," Simon said. "Or how becoming close to her could be dangerous. Aylin's only been a help to me so far."

"You have made quite a connection with her, I can feel it." Ivenes said. "The interesting thing about connections is that many things are brought together in unexpected ways. You should think closely who she may be aligned with."

"Connections," Simon repeated. Another vague riddle left for him to interpret "Do you mean to imply she is connected to the cult in some way?"

"No, of course not." Ivenes waved off the question in an exaggerated manner. "That leap of logic is of your own making. Still, it's quite interesting how that was the first thing to come to mind."

"I don't believe it." He said. "She is not a dishonest person. I trust her."

It was difficult enough to rationalize to himself. She could easily be lying about her story. Memory loss was not easy to prove or disprove and it had only been a short while since they met as well. There was plenty of reason to distrust her, yet he didn't.

Or maybe he didn't want to think about it.

"How cute," Ivenes put her hand to her forehead in a look of mock disappointment. "The first woman to offer you sex and you are now thinking with the wrong head. Here I thought you had a bit more restraint."

"It's not about sex." He argued. "We get along and I truly want to help her, just like I helped the people of this village."

"You are an enchanter." She emphasized. "We are not a charity. These attachments are going to weaken you. Separate from these people as soon as you can."

"I follow my duties without error." Simon fought back. "I became an enchanter to protect others from the evils of the world, but why? If I am to work for coin and walk alone through my life then there is no purpose."

"Do you not remember the day you took your oath?" She said. "Relying on other people is unreliable, only opening you to betrayal and disappointment. You are my strongest subject because you can stand on your own."

The day of his oath. It was a brutal memory. The day he lost his home, his love, and his old life. It was also the day he became an enchanter, a mage picked by a God.

"This is not the same," Simon said, his voice gravel. "Aylin would not turn on me."

"Do you know for sure?" Ivenes shot back. "Betrayal can come in many forms. Why take such a risk? Especially when you can have something far better."

"What do you mean?" Simon stepped back in shock as she approached closer, her lips hovered right next to his ear.

"Trust me instead." She whispered in a silky voice. "It's in my best interest to see you live and get stronger so lets make a deal. Unlike these mortals, there is no reason for me to betray you."

"Make another deal with you? You gods have your own motivations. There's a reason you're trying so hard to convince me." His voice wavered a moment. It was difficult to maintain composure as her tongue brushed his neck. "You can't sway me."

"I saw the way you made love to the Elven girl." She said. "Giving her energy that's meant for me."

"You really are jealous of her," Simon said. "I can't believe it."

"Your essence is different, powerful," Ivenes growled. "No other subject of mine compares. It would be wasted on her. Besides, I pity you to an extent so I'll make this one-time offer."

Her palm rubbed the rock-hard tip of his cock pressed against his trousers. She nibbled into his neck softly, sending soft shocks of electricity that pulsed and vibrated, stimulating his whole body in a euphoric tingling sensation that could only be described as a constant feeling of orgasm.

Simon felt himself slipping from all reason. She gripped a ring around his penis as he jolted back and forth, fucking her hand that felt as good as any pussy.

"It seems this is the only way to get through to you." She giggled, her tone wavered between calm and vicious. Being the Goddess of storms she easily shifted between the two extremes. "Leave this place and abandon the Elf. Do this, and I will make sure that you are satisfied. You will even be elevated as my second. That will make you the highest of all my servants."

"No chance," Simon said through gritted teeth, his body still paralyzed in place. The pressure mounting on his manhood was immense, but he felt any release to be impossible.

"You deny me, yet you are already about to cum just from my hand." She said. The shoulders over her gown fell to her arms, exposing her large, perfectly shaped breasts as they spilled from the dress. She rubbed them against his arm as she stroked with increasing vigor. "The only reason you haven't is because I am blocking it. Do you see? I am the one in control here. I can make you feel misery or ecstasy. Just say the word, accept my offer, and I will give you what you want."

Simon would give anything to release at that moment. He fought against the temptation. Ivenes was overconfident and prideful. Giving in now would be admitting to being her servant, being nothing more than a pawn in the game of Gods. He would lose his agency, his humanity.

"Some day..." Simon heaved. "You will regret underestimating me."

She released her hand and Simon regained control of his body as he fell to his knees. He once again felt drained and destabilized.

"That is not the 'yes' I wished to hear."

"I reject your offer," Simon said. "I'd rather be free with nothing than rich as your servant."

"Stubborn fool, I should have expected this from a human." Ivenes stood over him with an air of superiority. "Though, I would have been disappointed if you gave in so easily. Good job, I'm almost proud of you."

Her smile reeked of condescension. Simon hated being so outclassed. "You wanted me to say no?"

"What is a deal without a little negotiation?" She knelt down, her cleavage in front of his face as she gripped his hair and pulled him to her gaze. "I am not worried. No one denies me my wishes in the end. I think I'll give you some time to think on this."

"My mind isn't changing." He looked into her eyes.

"I'll come back once more with this offer," She rose. "During a time when you are your lowest. I suggest you learn to become more obedient by then." Ivenes sauntered back to the harp and began to strum a rapid melody.

"Until next time, my humble servant." She said as her voice faded.

Why did he create a pact with her? Simon wondered as the world began to move again. It was a struggle to get back to his. Ivenes had drained some of his energy as punishment it seemed. Not enough to send him into withdrawals, but he felt the weight of sluggishness.

"Damn it." He cursed. All she ever did was take from him.

That was the first time he had stood up to her so forcefully. Perhaps he overdid it. Defiance to a God is one thing, but making his patron an enemy is another.

The minstrel had returned to playing as if nothing had ever happened, their eyes vacant and entranced from underneath their veil outfit. No longer did they have Ivenes' eyes or hair and their skin looked vaguely translucent. It was a host body, essentially a mannequin for possession, that she had used to make contact with him. They would likely continue to play until the spells effects wore off. At least the party would continue.

Simon looked to Aylin from across the plaza. Ivenes was crude in her argument, but there was some truth in how quickly Simon gave his trust. He still needed to proceed with caution. Could her omen be true? He could not bear the sting of betrayal again.

"Things will be different this time. I'll show her." He tensed his hand into a fist and mustered the remainder of his energy. He felt sluggish, but he could at least get through the night without issue if he pushed himself. Getting through this party now felt like a way to further show defiance to Ivenes. He would not let her control his actions.

As Simon walked back to the table, a different man now stood in front of Aylin. It seemed he was quite distressed, stammering over his words as he extended a hand. "W-would you like to join me?"

"No," Aylin said, voice cold, and barely acknowledging the man's existence.

"I see." The young man turned. His eyes were downcast and defeated as he passed Simon.

The elven woman was quiet, seemingly deep in thought. She sat in perfect posture with a cup of wine held closely against her chest that she sipped gingerly. She looked beautiful, with a single braid of her dark hair falling from her shoulder. Her cat-like green eyes tracked the people dancing as she seemed to study their movements.

"That was cruel." Simon approached. "Even for my standards."

"You saw that?" She shrugged. "It would be more cruel to pretend I am interested. Besides, he was interrupting me." Aylin took another sip.

"I hope I'm not interfering then," Simon said.

"Not at all." She met his gaze. "You are something worth my attention. I am trying to remember this night as the Elder told me. The celebration, the music, the feeling in the air, I don't want to lose a single detail. My memories were taken once before. I will not lose them again."

Their eyes met. She looked as if to speak, but suddenly turned her eyes away. He felt a beating in his chest. Was it him or her becoming anxious?

She wants to dance, Simon realized, and she is nervous about asking. That was why she looked to the dancers, and why she rejected all the others. She was waiting for him.

"Damn you Ivenes." He swore under his breath. Was his body still up to the task? IT felt as if there were weights stacked upon his shoulders.

"What did you say?" She asked. Mental note, Elves have very good hearing.

"Nothing," Simon said, steadying his resolve. "I was just thinking of what you said about remembering tonight."

"What do you mean?" Aylin's interest piqued.

"If you wish to make memories, then we should do things that are memorable." Simon extended a hand. "Why watch when we can join them."

"You are asking me to dance?" She looked in mock surprise. "I've heard I'm quite cruel. Are you sure?"

"I'll take my chances," Simon said. He was pushing himself, but damn it he was going to give Aylin a night to remember. "Something tells me this is where I should be."

Aylin smiled, rose, and took his hand. "Sitting here was becoming quite depressing when I had to reject so many other men."

"So you were waiting for my invitation?" Simon led her forward.

"It was hard to make it any more obvious." She said. "You talked to that minstrel for what felt like ages."

"Believe me, I felt the same."

They moved in sync. Her hand felt small in his own as he grasped one arm and pulled the other on the small of her back.

Simon was pretty sure the rest of the village had stopped to watch them, but he did not care to check. He kept his eyes on Aylin, taking in the moment as if they were alone together. It was undeniable that he was drawn to her. If Aylin was playing him, then Simon could easily become fully ensnared. For some reason, that did not matter as much now.

"You are thinking about something." She said. "I can see it on your face."

She was straightforward, almost to a fault. "You often speak your mind, don't you?" He said.

"I do." Aylin nodded curtly. "Ones word is their bond. A person that is weak or untrustworthy in their speech is the same in their actions."

"Spoken like a true elf," Simon said. "That conversation with the minstrel reminded me of some things. Sometimes it is hard to know who to trust as an Enchanter."

"I would not fault you for distrusting me." She danced close to him. They moved in perfect timing, their movements fluid as water. He did not need to think with her, only act. "It would be foolish not to with my story. I could easily be lying."

"Is this meant to convince me?" Simon laughed. His head was becoming light.

"Why deny the truth of the matter? I would be hesitant as well, especially after discovering you were being tracked by another mage."

"I've hidden from others a long time." He said. "There is always a reason to distrust or doubt. No longer am I going to let that stop me."

Simon felt his body beginning to slow, suddenly becoming weak.

"Is there something wrong?" Aylin supported him upright. She held a hand to his cheek, pulling his face to look at her. "You are pale. It is like when you were going through withdrawals."

"It's hard to explain," Simon said, feeling control of his body loosen. "I may need to rest."

"We need to get you to a bed. I'll help."

"I can walk myself," Simon said, balancing his feet. "You don't need to worry about me."

"I want to go with you." She persisted. "If it is mana related I can help."

"Why?" Simon asked as they walked.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you helping me?" He said. "Do I look so weak as to need assistance all the time? Am I not strong enough?"

"There is no weakness in relying on those close to you. I have learned from the people of this village that connections to others are not something to be avoided."

"Connections," Simon was reminded again of Ivenes' words. "They are interesting things."

The walk was easy enough with Aylin's help. She helped Simon into the cottage and laid him on the bed.

"I'll need to move quickly to get you back to health." In a quick movement, the clasps of her gown fell to the floor in a quick gust of wind. Simon's eyes wandered through the curves of her body.

She hesitated a moment, posing anxiously with a hand to her lip. He had seen her naked during the ritual, but this was the first time he had a real moment to actually look at her. "What is it?" She asked.

"I want you," Simon said, the words spilling out before his mind could stop him. He had less control over his intrusive thoughts in this state.

"You what?" Her face reddened. He already felt himself hardening at the sight of her perky breast and the thought of feeling her soft, pale skin. Her back was arced, revealing the toned physique of her lower body. Every detail he took in of her only increased his appetite. Her lower body was toned, with thick thighs and a larger rear than her gowns did justice in showing.

"You said you wished to help me," Simon said. "Is it wrong to be eager?"

"No." She moved closer. "I just get flustered when you speak so boldly. I am new to this."

"We will take things slow," Simon said. "You may need to help undress me. Let's start with that."

Aylin gingerly removed his shirt. Her eyes tracked to his chest as she brought a hand over his heart. "Strong, yet soft." She said. "I like the feeling of your body."

Simon was by no means the most muscular of the Enchanters he met, but his training along with the rugged travels of the road had given him a lean and defined body that matched his lifestyle.

Aylin's gaze moved to his pants. "You are so excited." She stammered, spotting his erection.

That was an understatement. Ivenes had wound him up so tight that even the gentle poke of Aylin's finger was almost enough to make him explode. "Careful." He sighed.

She moved his pants down as his cock shot up. "I still haven't gotten used to it." She trembled as she gripped his shaft softly. "It's so big I almost don't know what to do. Something like this almost looks like it's too much for me."

Her free hand moved downward as she rubbed her clit in circles as she stroked his cock softly. Simon erupted, uncontrollably, as semen shot towards her face. Aylin eyes widened in surprise as she quickly moved to take what she could into her mouth.

Even after he long had spilled everything he had into her throat, she continued to suck and thrust.

Her eyes were becoming vacant. Her transformation into the ecstatic state she entered during the ritual was beginning again. The aroma of lust was beginning to fill Simon's nostrils and his cock had already hardened to full force. Aylin gagged as he grew more and more, hitting into the back of her throat as she slid him further.

She finally rose for air, gasping as spit dripped from her lips. His penis was already drenched in a mess of saliva from the work she had done. Simon felt strong again, and more than that, lustful. His mind was beginning to become addicted to the trance-like state that Aylin put him in with her scent.

He motioned to her by the arm, inviting her to rise up. She was still fingering herself as clear liquid rand down her leg. Simon felt his instincts take over. "I still haven't seen all of you," Simon said. "You've pleasured me. I want to do the same."

"You want to see me..." She quivered as she continued playing with herself. "Down there?"

"Move here," Simon said, moving her to straddle on top of him, but in reverse; Her rear was positioned to his face, while she was facing towards his penis. "This way I can see all of you."

The aroma was stronger now and her heat radiated onto his face. He brought a tongue forward and gently pressed against her vagina.

Aylin moaned and shook. "Wait." She said. "You can't really want to put your mouth there, can you?"

The taste was sweet, like ripe fruit that activated his taste buds. After the first touch, he eagerly dug in for more, running his tongue with abandon. "It taste good. This no different than the way you are touching me." He said between licks. "We should both make each other feel good."

"Dear Gods." Aylin cried. It did not take long for her to begin sucking again. In fact, being eaten from behind only increased her voracity. "I'm going to cum."

The gel-like liquid continued to pour as Simon lapped up as much as he could. Her vagina was a tight slit that seemed to invert inwards. He would slide his tongue from her clit into a deep sucking kiss on her lips that made her shake and quiver as her thighs tightened around his head. Aylin jolted as if shocked for a moment before more of the goo was released.

Her body relaxed as she slid off to the side of the bed. Simon stood up with renewed strength, his manhood still erect and energized.

Aylin was splayed out in front of him, breathing heavily. She turned her body to him, using her hand to open up her vagina as if presenting it to him to take. "Your cock." She said. "I want it. Please..."

"Are you sure?" Simon pulled her legs forward and mounted his manhood above her vagina. His long hard wood reached past her navel. He wondered if she could take the whole thing.

"If you stick it in then the bonding will be complete." She giggled, her eyes tracked upon him with lust. "It would just take one thrust."

Simon wanted to, but a voice in his mind stopped him. "What would happen then?"

"We'd be bonded... for eternity," Aylin said. "Our lives would be intertwined in time."

Eternity? Lust battled him on one side, but Reason fought equally as strong. "We are caught in the moment," Simon said. "This is something we should decide when our minds are clear."

"I don't care," Aylin said. "I need to feel it."

What should he do? Was this Aylin speaking, or had the pheromones of sex overtaken both their thinking? All he wanted to do was shove dick as far deep in her wet, inviting pussy, and release everything inside of her.

"Not yet." Simon rubbed the end of his penis on her clit. It picked up some of the residual goo that began to coat his manhood.

"You are teasing me." She said, becoming more fierce.

Simon lunged forward, pulling her into a kiss as he slid against her opening. Aylin brought a hand down onto his shaft, pushing down and increasing the friction as he pumped. Their tongues met as they kissed each other sloppily. The threat of slipping and accidentally entering her was a dangerous game that they both were playing now. Bordering between intimacy and danger only excited Simon more.

Static ran through his body, and he sent a burst of energy to his penis that caused it to vibrate.

"What did you just do?" Aylin cried out, gripping the blankets of the bed with white knuckles as her eyes rolled upwards.

"I used magic," Simon said. A lesson he learned from Ivenes, ironically. The pulsating of his penis seemed to excite Aylin and increase her pleasure as he rubbed against her. "Surely you are satisfied with this."

"I feel myself losing control." Aylin now slid her pussy up and down against his cock desperately, he could feel her sensitivity rising, their emotions connected once more. They were both reaching a fever pitch, the sense of rising evenly. Pressure rushed up his penis as he felt the urge to release again. There were so many sources of pleasure entering his senses he lost all control.

"At the same time." He said. "We are going to cum."

"Yes," She moaned. "Do it with me. I want it."

Simon roared as white, hot liquid shot out along her pelvis up to her breast. Her stomach was splattered with cum as she let out another deep moan.

"Ahhhh." She splayed out on the bed, gasping in ecstasy. A solid clump of gel laid in front of her satisfied pussy.

Simon felt his mind begin to clear and his senses return. "Are you ok?" He asked Aylin who seemed to be in a daze and on the verge of losing consciousness.

"More than ok." She said. "I've never felt better in my life."

He had made quite a mess of her, but Aylin didn't seem to care. He got a cloth from his bag and handed it to her to clean herself. Her sense seemed to return after a moment of reprieve.

"I almost lost control there." She said, sitting up on the bed. "I'm sorry that you saw that side of me."

"What?" Simon was shocked. "Don't be sorry for any of that. I don't want you to hide anything from me if you don't wish to."

"We almost went past the point of return. I could have pressured you into bonding fully. That would have been wrong to do to you."

"The ritual messes with our senses" He explained. "It is not your fault for getting caught up in the feeling. I was tempted to accept for a moment, I'll admit."

"You were?" She looked surprised. "I thought for sure it was only me who felt that way."

"I fought against the thought because it was something we both need to be sure of." He said. "It would be difficult to be bonded with someone like me anyway. Surely, you have your reservations about that."

"That is not what worries me," Aylin argued the point with surprising force. "The reason I wish to wait is because I don't have my memories. Without knowing my past, there is no way that I could fully commit to such a thing."

That was the only thing that was stopping her? Not the eternity of being tethered to each other? "Either way, we should take some time before rushing to decide. Let's focus on finding your home first."

"That is agreeable." She said sheepishly. "Though I do not want to stop what have been doing."

"We don't have to," Simon said. "We just need to be careful of our desires moving forward."

She nodded. "Then it is settled." A silence hung over the air as she shifted under the covers. She looked at him expectantly. "Are you going to join me?"

"Join you?" He looked at her. "In bed?"

"We already have slept together before." She said. "It will just be the first time you are conscious of it."

First sex, now they were sharing a bed and traveling together. They were beginning to act as a couple would. How did she see him? How did he see her? So many questions, but none that he could begin to entertain at the moment.

"For this night, at least," Simon said as he moved under the covers. Her warm body hugged at his side in the familiar way he had become accustomed to during his coma. Even his body had instinctually accepted and become attached to her presence.

"Yes, stay with me." She spoke softly as her voice tapered. No doubt she was exhausted as well. "This is one last thing I wish to remember from the night.'"

His eyelids instantly became heavy. With her at his side he was able to fully relax, drifting into a deep sleep. As his consciousness faded, his mind began to wander to dreams of the past.