The Sixth School Book II Ch. 066

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Chapter Sixty Six: A Bond of Law.

Usually, Calyn would be frustrated by now. Today, however, she couldn't fight the urge to smile even though not even a single one of her blows had landed since the start of their little sparring session. Much as she would have liked to think that he was in such rare form because of his desire to impress her, Calyn knew that the young man endured grueling training every day to refine his skills. His prowess was all his own, and no one could take that from him. What Calyn could take credit for and the reason she couldn't stop smiling, was how reckless Roka was being.

Usually, the young man was elusive to an almost aggravating degree. He'd watch her like a hawk, seeking out the slightest openings. Once he spotted one, he'd swoop in, usually smack her ass, and then be back out of range before she could do anything about it. So many times, Calyn had tried to predict him, to anticipate the next time he'd try to spank her, by the abyss, she'd even thrown out bait sometimes, by lingering in a vulnerable position just a second too long. And yet, she'd never once caught him if he didn't want to be caught. When it came to raw speed and reflexes, he simply had her beat. Even more than raw physical speed and reaction time, Roka was just a natural fighter. Calyn didn't know if he had noticed it of himself or not, but he seemed to have a preternatural sense for the flow of battle and could ride this unseen wave, somehow remaining at the very cusp of it.

He wasn't impossible to catch solely because of his speed, but because he seemed to know where you would be a second before you did. His attacks weren't deadly because of raw strength, no, they were deadly because he seemed to know exactly where to hit for the most damage. Calyn wasn't blind to the ferocity with which she fought. Combat to her was like a drug that usually put her in a trance. Roka, on the other hand, was the perfect counter to herself. Precise to an almost mechanical degree, he was the perfect counter to her style of fighting. Rather than lose himself to her tempo, he simply found all the cracks and gaps in her attacks and ruthlessly exploited them. Back at the clan, most men she fought during training sessions, tended to try to dominate her. To use more power than she did, more speed than she did, and be even more frenzied than she was. Not Roka. He wasn't trying to prove a point to her, he wasn't trying to dominate her, strangely enough, Calyn doubted that he was even obsessed with winning.

No, he just wanted to improve. Whenever they sparred, Calyn was always keenly watching and waiting. Whenever she caught a flaw or opening in his tactics, she would take full advantage of it and exact as high a price as she could. The reason for this was simple, she seldom saw the same mistake made by him twice. As soon as he was made aware of it, that mistake would be corrected almost immediately. It got to where, if he saw the same mistake a second time, nine times out of ten it was a trap Roka was setting for her, a lesson that she would have learned painfully if not for the fact that Roka seemed more interested in spanking her ass than either punching or kicking her.

This was why Calyn couldn't stop smiling even as her punch, which would have almost certainly dislocated his jaw, caught nothing but air. Usually, Roka would have been far out of reach before she could even attack. He had consciously lingered right up until the very last moment before evading her attack. She could feel his hands roaming over her. During their usual spars, he usually disguised his touches as attacks of one kind or the other. That way she couldn't protest that he was fighting back, even if it was in his own unorthodox way. Not today. Today, his hands brazenly roamed over her body, exploring every nook and cranny of hers even as she tried to attack him.

This was his answer.

Calyn had, on a whim, chosen to challenge him by asking whether he was truly strong enough to put her in her place. The moment the word had passed her lips and she saw an almost feral look in his eyes, she knew she'd awoken a beast. Rather than be afraid, however, Calyn felt a thrill of excitement go down her spine. She'd launched into an attack fully knowing that this was a fight that she was going to lose. Rather than just overwhelm her with speed and strength, however, Roka had chosen to drive home a point. He was giving her as wide a window to land an attack short of just standing there and taking her attacks. And yet, she couldn't even touch him. What's more as a even beyond the lascivious nature of his actions, as a fighter, Calyn keenly understood the significance of the fact that his hands were all over her. The fact that he was touching her as much as he was, meant that Roka could have done much worse if he wanted to.

Instead of the tantalizing way his palm landed on her breast and even pinched her nipple, he could have driven that same palm in with ten times the force into her chest and robbed her of breath not to mention the pain. Rather than running his hand down her spine in a way that made her want to arch her back like a cat in heat, he could have punched her hard enough anywhere along the length of his spine. After watching enough of his bouts with Olivia, his guard, Calyn know that Roka was actually strong enough to render her paralyzed from whatever point of her spine he punched downward. At least until the healer was called to realign her spine and a healing potion was taken to undo the damage. This, along with many other instances of him exploring her body were sharp reminder to the fighter in her. She was standing, not because of her tremendous skill, but because he allowed it.

It should have annoyed her, or at the very least, frustrated her that she was so outmatched by him. A nobody, from no clan with no heritage to speak of was outclassing someone who had been raised in a powerful clan of body enhancers. If not for hers, then at the very least, for her clan, she should have been miffed. And yet, try as she would she simply couldn't. A small part of it was because she'd seen repeatedly just how hard Roka worked and how far he was willing to push himself, even to punishing extents, just to refine his skill. Everything Roka was putting on display right now had been earned through blood, sweat, and tears! The major reason she couldn't be mad at him, scandalous as it was for her to acknowledge, was just how massively it turned her on. Something deep, raw, and primal had been awakened in her by him and it was all she could do not to give up this pretense of a fight and just jump on him.

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All her life, Calyn had been raised to put the clan first and herself second. This wasn't the result of some threat or compulsion on the part of her elders. No, the clan had been generous with her and taken care of her every step of the way, both as an individual and as a body-enhancing mage. It was only natural that she'd want to preserve and protect it. Not to mention, the clan went to great lengths to inculcate in their younger generations just how fragile any clan or union was of the people that made it up weren't willing to put the interests of the clan or union above their own selfish interests. A loyal and proud daughter of the Sydrak clan, Calyn hadn't ever even resented the fact that she'd be used as a strategic asset for some political union that would benefit her clan. Given the fact that she was ready to die for her clan, marriage was, by comparison, a trivial thing.

As it turns out, however, her absolute devotion to her clan hadn't just been an obligation, but something that gave her direction. In almost everything she did, a question always lurked at the back of her mind. How would this benefit the clan? But then Roka had given an answer that had rendered that question moot. He had made it clear that a union between the two of them would not affect the clan, whether positively or negatively. In other words, she would have to decide for herself. She was stuck with the young man for another ninety-eight cycles and some months. Unless Roka, for whatever reason, chose to go back to the continent where her clan resided, nothing she chose here would in any way affect the clan.

Was it selfish of her?

After all that it had done for her, could she truly deprive the clan of a strong alliance through her by giving herself to someone who, at best, would be completely irrelevant to it? Didn't she owe it to them to forego her own desires and preserve herself for a better matchup in the future? Right now, the best that she could do was focus on her own strength and make sure that when her hundred-cycle punishment by the deity ended, she'd be much stronger than when she left the clan. At least then, Nerissa, her cousin, would have to watch what she said and not mock her too harshly over having nothing to show for the hundred cycles she'd been away. In a turn of events that Calyn would never openly admit to, it was thinking of her cousin that actually helped her arrive at the answer to her conundrum. Thinking of Nerissa and how she would probably have earned enough merit to be the next clan head ten times over by the time she came back, Calyn found herself wondering what her cousin would do if the roles were reversed and she was in her place?

They never truly got along. Not because either one really hated the other, but rather, they simply were just too different from each other and how they saw the world. While Calyn saw true power as being held in one's own hands, Nerissa's view of power involved how many people she could pull into her own orbit and attach them to her cause either through favors owed or leverage that she could hold over them. Political animal right to the core, Calyn knew that, rather than questioning herself, Nerissa would instead look for all the ways the situation could be reinterpreted in her favor. Again, while she would never admit to it, Calyn chose to try to see the situation the way her cousin would. Rather than asking if she was being selfish, she chose to ask what she had done for the clan so far.

Well, for one, she had been willing to die in the place of the clan. The current her now knew that Roka wasn't ever going to come after her for the perceived slight. But back when they found out that the young man whose guard her own guard had fought was linked to a deity, Calyn had been convinced that her entire clan was in jeopardy. Looking back from the present one could be tempted to think that she was being paranoid. Her aunt's reaction at the time, along with that of the clan elders, however, told her that the situation had the potential to be as dire as she had feared. The whole clan had probably gone into crisis mode, preparing for the possibility that an irate deity might descend on them seeking to eliminate them all. In the middle of all that Calyn had been more than prepared to give her life in their place.

Calyn could quite clearly remember the look that had been on both her aunt's face and the clan head's the last time they spoke. To anyone else, they might have seemed calm and collected. Calyn, however, had known the two of them her whole life. She could see through the thin façade they put up to the resigned looks they were trying to hide. Neither one of the two ever expected to see her again. It was a bitter pill to swallow for both of them, especially her aunt. They, however, had made the same calculation she had. The clan simply had no one powerful enough to stand up to a deity. Even its collective power would be laughable in the face of such a task. Consequently, it was better that one die than everyone. In other words, she had singlehandedly saved the entire clan from the wrath of a deity, going so far as to put her very own life on the line for everyone else.

Was she being selfish by choosing to indulge in some pleasure while she was essentially in exile?

No, most definitely not!

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In a fight, Calyn usually did her best to remain cognizant of her environment. After all, making full use of one's surroundings could mean the difference between life and death in a pinch. In the current fight, however, Calyn couldn't tell how it is she ended up against the wall of the training room. His more powerful hands had hers pinned against the wall above her head rendering them unusable. Her legs, however, were still unencumbered, which was why her knee rose toward his groin. Calyn still had enough presence of mind that she never would have actually finished the attack. It's just that, after a whole life as a brawler, it was almost instinctual not to allow herself to be pinned and helpless. She would have allowed her knee to come dangerously close to his sensitive bits and just held it there to prove a point. To show him that she wasn't completely bested. He, however was faster.

Even before her knee could rise a quarter of the way there, he'd already forced his knee between her thighs and pushed her attacking leg to the side. Calyn felt her breath hitch even as he pressed his body against hers to prevent her from hanging from her pinned arms and trying to use her other leg to kick him again. The close distance left their faces barely an inch apart, his smoldering gaze burning into her very soul. Before today, Calyn only ever thought of lust as a feeling one got from time to time. Looking into Roka's eyes, it felt like a primal force held her pinned where she stood and wouldn't let go.

"You are mine!"

Three words, hoarsely delivered in a voice that was almost a growl. And yet, for some strange reason, they seemed to carry a deeper weight than simple speech. They weren't a question or even some attempt at a confession of love or desire. Strange as the concept seemed to Calyn, she almost got the feeling that he was declaring a truth to the world around him, and it... It was listening. Calyn got the strange sensation that she could reject the claim. That, if she wanted to, she could say no and whatever strange sensation his words were giving her would come undone. Even as the possibility occurred to her, however, Calyn leaned forward and let their lips meet in a heated kiss of desire. The words seemed to be stamped into her very being even as she wordlessly gave her ascent. She fully belonged to him, mind body, and soul.

After the question of her clan and whether she was being selfish was settled, Calyn didn't really have to struggle with the other part of the question before her. Did she want Roka? The question was almost laughably easy to answer. Right from the very first time she saw him on the airship headed to Ethavel, Calyn wanted him. They only shared a short glance and nothing more. He didn't say a word, or even do anything that would be considered lewd, and yet, at first sight, she couldn't help but imagine herself being pinned to the wall by him as he had his way with her. Back then she'd been engaged to Deriel, the Governor's son, and had thought the fantasy nothing more than a momentary flight of fancy. Now, all these cycles later, the vision was materializing. Perhaps not exactly as she had pictured it, but the same in all its major points.

And if their first meeting wasn't enough, then there were all the times that they had sparred together. Calyn had lost count of how many times she'd touched herself and how many shuddering orgasms she'd had after their training sessions. She'd never been brazen enough to return the favor and let her hands roam over his chiseled body, she just didn't have the same shamelessness that Roka seemed to have. That, however, didn't mean that Calyn hadn't fantasized about it countless times over. Over and above everything else, was the reaction her body was having in the present. Fantasies were one thing. Sometimes people imagined a situation and were disappointed when they actually experienced it as it didn't match what they had in mind. For Calyn, the exact opposite of this was true.

It felt like there were sparks flying between them even as their lips quietly communicated the deep hunger and need they each felt for the other. Her sensitive nipples were two pinpricks of pleasure even as they pressed up against his broad chest. The leg he'd jammed in between hers had shifted from restraining hers, to slowly rubbing up and down her inner thigh, coming tantalizingly close to her soaked peach before withdrawing once more. They hadn't even gone past kissing and yet, Calyn felt like her every sensation had been turned up to eleven. There wasn't any fight left in her when Roka finally let go of her hand, letting them fall to her sides even as he reached around her torso. His one hand landed on the small of her back, pulling her even closer, almost possessively, while the other reached further down and grabbed a handful of her generous ass.

Despite the two of them going on like this for several long moments, Calyn couldn't help the sound of deep need and unwillingness that left her throat when Roka finally pulled back causing their lips to part. The only consolation to her was the deep hunger she saw in his eyes even as he visually took her in. "Take it off," he instructed... no demanded.

Usually, Calyn loved her training outfit. The enchanted thread made it so that it was almost impossible to tear, not to mention, self-repairing when it came to minor damage. Today, however, she couldn't get it off fast enough. A part of her would have loved for him to tear it off her. With the enchantments it had, however, he would have had to expend every bit of strength he had in him for such a feat. That, along with the amount of time it would have taken would have been a bit of a mood killer. Instead, sending mana to the right enchantments on the outfit, she caused a few of its seams to come apart. Though it was one long item of clothing, Calyn took her time with it, making sure to slowly reveal her curves to Roka's hungry gaze. He was already hard as could be, still, Calyn could see the lust mounting in his eyes the more of herself she revealed. Calyn wasn't an exhibitionist in any sense of the word. If anything, she was usually rather modest in most settings. In the present moment as she finally stood naked before the young man, however, it didn't even occur to her to check whether Olivia was still in the room with them. Nor would she have cared even if the guard was standing right next to them.

Roka was usually bare-chested during their sparring sessions, meaning he only had his pants to pull down. Rather than being faster than her in getting out of his clothes, however, he remained standing before her still in his pants, eyes burning into hers. The sides of his lips tilted upward in a lascivious smile even as he repeated his command "Take it off."

Already naked herself, it didn't really take a genius to figure out what he meant. Calyn couldn't help but accentuate the sensual sway of her hips even as she closed the distance between them. In no particular hurry, Calyn brought the tips of her fingers to his wrists. Her eyes never left his even as she traced her way, first up to his elbows, then shoulders, then to his broad chest. Calyn couldn't help the way her fingers slowed down as they traced down over his abs, unconsciously biting on her bottom lip with desire. Getting to the hem of his pants, Calyn hooked her index and middle fingers on either side of him. Rather than immediately pull them down, however, she continued to hold Roka's gaze even as she slowly sank to her knees. Leaning forward, Calyn brought her lips to the thick outline of Roka's manhood. Calyn could feel a smile tug on the sides of her lips when she felt him twitch in response. Starting at the base, Calyn started to trail her way down Roka's length to his mushroom tip.

Despite his pants still separating them, Roka still took in a deep breath through gritted teeth when Calyn applied a bit more pressure to her kiss when she finally reached the tip. Calyn doubted that the young man was even in full control of himself as his hands found their way to the back of his head and pressed her more firmly into himself. She didn't fight him. Instead, she took in a deep inhale, allowing his deep masculine scent to flood her senses. Something deep inside Calyn felt both supremely pleased by it and achingly desirous of more. She didn't even make the conscious decision to pull his pants down, she just suddenly had to have more of him. Calyn couldn't help the thrill of pleasure that coursed through her as she finally wrapped her hands around his thick veiny cock. Or at least, tried to.

For several months, Calyn had both seen and felt it through his pants during their sparring sessions in those moments when Roka pressed up against her. She had masturbated with it in mind countless times as she imagined it touching her most intimate depths where even her fingers couldn't go. She had cum so many times picturing Roka plowing her with raw animalistic fervor. And now, she had it before her. Slowly, almost reverently, she ran her hands up its veiny length. Grabbing the base of it, she quietly marveled at the heft of it even as she turned it upward aiming the tip directly at her lips.

Calyn cast a sly, lust-filled gaze up at him for one long torturous moment even as she let her warm breath wash over the head of his cock. A groan of both desire and frustration left Roka, his hips reflexively pushing forward seeking the wet warmth of her mouth. As fast as she was, and with her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, Calyn could have easily pulled back and continued to torture him with the possibility. She, however, wanted this just as much as he did. And after so many days dreaming and fantasizing about it, she couldn't delay any longer. So, instead, she leaned forward to engulf the whole head of his cock. The moan of pleasure that left Roka was music to Calyn's ears, pushing her to attack the head with even more fervor.

The monster member was far too big to go any more than a few inches before it hit the back of her throat. As someone so closely related to the head of the Sydrak clan, she'd been protected all her life. She wasn't so completely sheltered that she was clueless, but by the same token, she was by no means a pro at this. Calyn could only use her hands to massage and stroke the length that her mouth couldn't get to. Using the rivulets of spit from her oral ministrations, Calyn jerked off Roka's dick till it shone under the magic lights of the room. All the while, she'd made a vacuum seal with her lips and was doing her best to try to suck out Roka's soul through his dick.

The look of rapturous pleasure on Roka's face as he closed his eyes and lost himself to the sensations, was such that, Calyn was almost loath to stop. She, however, knew enough about male anatomy and recovery times, to know that she had to stop. After all those months of waiting, she wasn't just willing to settle for a blowjob. She pulled back, ready to let this escalate to the next natural phase. Just as she was about to pull completely off him, however, she felt his two strong hands grab the back of her head. Without warning or preamble, Roka slammed his dick back into her mouth and started fucking her mouth with wild abandon.

Perhaps it should have felt degrading to be so used like a hole and nothing more. Perhaps Calyn, scion of a great clan, should have felt humiliated to be on her knees choking on the young man's dick. Perhaps she should have been insulted by the fact that she was being treated like a common whore and nothing more as the young man skull-fucked her, slamming into the back of her throat over and over again. Calyn, however could feel her own hand trace its way from her navel south to her lower lips to find herself soaking wet. A small part of her kept warning her that if the boy kept on going the fun would come to a close far quicker than she wanted it to. That part, however was smothered into silence both by the deep satisfaction she felt at the fact that she could cause Roka to so lose himself to lust and the waves of pleasure washing over her from her lit.

A shudder coursed through Calyn, her spine stiffening, as she actually found herself reaching her peak before Roka. She couldn't even bring herself to feel any shame as she felt her juices splash on the floor beneath her even as her whole body shook from the experience. Every nerve ending in her body felt like it was dipped in an elixir of pure ecstasy. In a strange way, the fact that Roka never stopped using her mouth even as she convulsed with orgasms, only further heightened the experience for her. Calyn was furiously rubbing circles in her pleasure nub, seeking to surf the wave of pleasure for as long as possible when she felt Roka stiffen. Had she been in a better state of mind, she likely would have been able to read the signal for what it was. However, in her current state, he pleasure-addled mind, her mind worked out what was happening just a second too late as she felt a rope of the young man's cum shoot into her mouth and straight down her throat.

Being a body-enhancing mage, Calyn could hold her breath for a remarkably long time without strain. This was why she hadn't struggled all that much despite the prolonged mouth fucking from Roka. That said, just because she could hold her breath didn't mean that she was immune to choking. Calyn pushed off Roka coughing and splattering, trying to clear her airways, all the while rope after rope of his thick cum kept on painting her face. By the time she could breathe once more, her eyes were closed, her face covered in a layer of Roka's seed. Despite the small mishap at the end, Calyn could help but smile blindly up at him. It didn't go as far as she had so badly wanted, but it still was a good first step. The nature of their relationship had irreversibly changed. Roka had always been kind and respectful toward her ever since they first met back in Ethavel. Now, however, things had just gotten even better. All of a sudden, the almost hundred cycles they'd still have together didn't seem like they'd be all that bad.

A smile remained on her face even as she reached up to wipe the cum from her eyes. Calyn decided to tease Roka. "A valiant fight warrior, but you've lost! Your sword is down..." Calyn's taunt came to a screeching halt when she opened her eyes to find Roka's still very hard cock just a few inches from her face and Roka grinning imperiously down at her. With how long and hard he had cum, not to mention the layer of his seed that still covered most of her face, Calyn had fully expected him to have gone flaccid. Other than slightly twitching in time with Roka's heartbeat, however, the rigid pole in front of her didn't even show signs of flagging, let alone go soft.

"Strange," he spoke up, his tone cocky as ever. "Not only is my sword still raised, but I don't seem to be the one on my knees," he countered her assertion, triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Now, surrender, lest I run you through in my fury," he went on to command, keeping up the charade.

Despite her shock at him, Calyn's response was immediate. "Surrender? A daughter of Sydrak may fall in battle but we shall never surrender. Do your worst" She declared with feigned conviction. Of course, it was a lie. While the members of the Sydrak clan were brimming with bloodlust and battle frenzy almost to a man, none of them were suicidal. It was never to be the first, second, third, or sometimes even fourth option. Still, everyone in the clan knew that at one point or another, they were going to encounter situations where there was simply no victory to be had, For example, if they were to ever find themselves at odds with someone of a higher tier than themselves and couldn't call on the clan as backing, then they were to lower their heads and step back if possible.

Before Calyn could ready herself to even put up a token resistance to whatever Roka would do, she found herself picked up off the ground and pressed, chest first, up against the wall of the training room. Her face turned to the side, Calyn could feel Roka's warm breath wash over her right ear. "It just so happens that that's exactly what I wanted to hear," he spoke softly yet dangerously.

Calyn was already beyond wet and ready for him. Still, she couldn't help but tense up a bit as she felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down against her most intimate entrance. Calyn found herself arching her back, whether to push him off or to give him a better angle to come in, she couldn't have honestly answered at the time. He, however, didn't ask.

Calyn could feel her lips form an almost perfect circle as he felt the head of Roka's cock slowly stretch the walls of her little flower and he pushed in. It was a mercy on Roka's part that, despite all her bravado, he had decided to take the first ingress slowly. Calyn didn't think she would have been able to handle it had he decided to go in all at once. Calyn was, for the first time in her life, getting to feel parts of her touched that she'd never felt anyone else ever touch, not even herself. With how long he was, it didn't surprise Calyn that she couldn't take him all the way to the hilt. By the time she had reached her absolute limit, there was still a bit of him left outside. In any other position, this would have been readily apparent. In the position they were in, however, this fact was made moot by her curvy posterior which was currently mushed against Roka's waist, making it feel like he too had bottomed out.

Slowly, bit by bit, Roka began to pull out once more. It was strange, to both feel relief from the stretching his cock was doing and yet like a deep emptiness had suddenly formed inside her very center. The Calyn from a few hours back would have turned beet red at the sound of both contentment and pleasure that left her when Roka drove back into her. While the second go around was faster than the first, it wasn't by much. Still, Calyn could already see the direction things would be going as Roka slowly picked up the tempo. Calyn could feel her nails digging into the wall as Roka once again hit her deepest parts, before withdrawing. What followed was the sweetest mix of mild pain and pure bliss. One by one, her higher faculties shut down as she gave herself over to the sensation completely...

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Olivia stood silently, in the same place she had been since the start. All around her, the lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh, grunts of effort, and moans of pleasure all came together into a lewd melody that filled the training room. The walls of the room weren't soundproof by any means, but the two participants were too far gone. Neither one of them would have cared even if someone told them the whole airship and beyond could hear them. At some point, the young woman, Calyn, began to push back on Roka, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own. Meanwhile, her master's hands had risen to Calyn's breasts and were currently playing with them, massaging the larger mounds while pinching on her nipples. All the while, he was in her ear, muttering a mix of raunchy statements and sweet nothings at the girl.

Unbeknownst to the two horny youths, they had drawn quite the illustrious audience.

Olivia couldn't help but glance to her right, where an old monk stood regarding the couple before them, his stony expression revealing nothing of what he thought. On her other side, stood a tall woman with scales on the outer edge of her eyes. This was the projection of the world serpent. Unlike the monk, there was an openly curious and amused smile on her face as she looked on at the two mortals. It wasn't just the two, though she hadn't descended, Olivia could feel her true self watching the two through their bond. Not that a descent would have made that much of a difference given the current state of the two.

It wasn't the sex that had drawn the three here. All over this realm and others beyond, there were always beings, mortal and otherwise, having sex. By the abyss, even in this city in the middle of a black zone, there were six other couples having sex at the moment, Calyn could feel through her attunement to the aspect of lust. They didn't care. What had brought the three here were the first three words Roka spoke after their little pretend fight was done and he had Calyn pinned against the wall. 'You are mine'. That's what the young man had said to the girl. This too, wasn't all that interesting as it was often said countless times over every day. What had brought the three here was the fact that the world seemed to have listened!

"A bond of law," the monk finally broke his silence, though his tone remained grave. Despite only standing a few feet away from the two, Olivia knew that none of their words would be heard by the fucking couple unless they wanted them to be. "I haven't seen one of those in a really long time, and never between mortals" he added. Given that this was a deity speaking, even if a weakened one, Olivia guessed that a long time was probably measured in tens of millennia, if not hundreds. While there was no outright displeasure in the deity's tone, he didn't necessarily seem happy about it.

Not noticing, or perhaps not caring about the monk's grave mood, the world serpent was all smiles, seeming to grow more amused with each passing second. "I haven't seen anyone foolish enough to make one for a long time either," she laughed...

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