At the Dragon's Cry Inn, Matias and Lira face a night of passion and power. How far is Matias willing to go to get what he wants?
The air in the Dragon's Cry Inn smelled of stale ale and old wood, but Matias barely noticed. His fingers drummed on the worn oak table as he watched Lira, his purple-haired girlfriend, laugh that crystalline giggle that always made him forget, for a moment, the weight of their secret. She wore a form-fitting dress of dark material that emphasized the curves of her body, the neckline low enough to hint at the valley between her breasts without showing too much. Matias swallowed, feeling heat pool in his groin. It wasn't just desire he felt—it was something darker, more urgent. It was the Dominion of Lust clawing at him from the inside, reminding him that, in this world, his power was as dangerous as it was pleasurable.
"What are you thinking about?" Lira asked, leaning toward him with a mischievous smile. The movement made the dress cling even more to her hips, and Matias could see the outline of her panties beneath the thin material. His mind filled with images: those legs wrapped around his waist, that tight ass receiving every thrust, those muffled moans against his mouth. "You have that look again."
Matias took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "Nothing important. Just… what's coming."
She raised an eyebrow, her violet eyes sparkling with curiosity. "And that includes taking me somewhere private?"
The word hit him like a whip. Deprived. That was the code they'd established, the euphemism for what it really meant: Are you going to use your power again? Matias nodded slowly, feeling sweat beading on the back of his neck. It wasn't the first time, but each time left a bitter taste in his mouth, a mixture of guilt and ecstasy he could never shake.
"There's a room upstairs," he murmured, nodding his chin toward the creaking wooden stairs. "Number seven. It's already... ready."
Lira didn't ask any more questions. She simply stood up, adjusting her dress so that the movement made her hips undulate, and began to climb the steps with feline elegance. Matias followed her, feeling how each step inevitably brought him closer to the abyss. When they entered the room, the smell of melted wax and new leather greeted them. A large bed dominated the space, with black silk sheets that gleamed in the dim candlelight. On the nightstand, a half-empty bottle of wine and two glasses waited, but Matias knew they wouldn't be needed.
"Well?" Lira asked, turning to him with her arms crossed under her breasts, deliberately pushing them upward. "What do you want me to do this time, my lord?"
The irony in her voice didn't go unnoticed, but Matias had no time for games. He activated his ability with a thought, feeling the Domain of Lust spread like an invisible cloak over the room, corrupting the air with its influence. Lira's lips parted in a gasp as the magic touched her, her pupils dilating slightly.
"I want you to sleep with him," Matias said, pointing toward the closed door. "The man outside. The blond one."
Lira blinked, confused at first, but then nodded with a slow, almost dreamy smile. "As you command, master," she purred, and the sound went straight to Matias's crotch, making his cock harden against his pants.
Matias approached the door and opened it without hesitation. Outside, as agreed, a tall man with ash-blond hair and broad shoulders that filled the doorframe was waiting. His blue eyes shone with a mixture of lust and submission—another side effect of Dominance. His pants were already down to his knees, his cock erect and thick, the veins prominent along the shaft, the tip glistening with precum. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. He knew exactly why he was there.
"Go ahead," Matias murmured, gesturing with his hand. "She's all yours."
The blond man entered with heavy steps, his boots clicking against the wooden floor. Lira was already undressing, removing her dress with slow, sensual movements, as if she were dancing for them. When she was left in only her underwear—a black lace set that barely contained her generous breasts and round ass—she turned to the man and gestured with her finger.
"Come," he whispered, his voice heavy with an obscene promise. "Show me what my master wants me to feel."
The blond needed no further invitation. In two strides, he was behind her, his large hands gripping her hips tightly as Lira leaned forward, bracing herself on the bed. Matias watched, breathless, as the man spat into his own hand and then rubbed it against his cock before aligning the tip with Lira's tight little hole. There was no foreplay. No gentleness. Just the wet sound of flesh being parted as the blond thrust forward with a grunt.
"Ah!" Lira gasped, her nails scratching the sheets as her body resisted at first, but then gave in, swallowing inch by inch of that thick cock. "By the gods, it's huge!"
Matias couldn't help but moan. He pulled down his belt and freed his own cock, already painfully hard, beginning to masturbate with slow movements as he watched the blond begin to move. Each thrust made Lira's buttocks tremble, her pale skin reddening where the man's hands marked her. The sound of bodies colliding filled the room: flesh against flesh, gasps, and breathy moans.
"Harder!" Matias ordered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to see her cry!"
The blond obeyed, grabbing Lira by her purple hair and pulling her head back as he increased the pace. His balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, and Lira began to moan uncontrollably, her thighs trembling.
"I'm going to cum!" she screamed, her words choked with a sob of pleasure. "I can't... I can't hold it in anymore!"
Matias approached, still masturbating, and knelt behind her. With one free hand, he spread her buttocks to get a better view of the blond's cock disappearing again and again into her tight asshole. Then, without warning, he extended his tongue and licked from her perineum to her stretched hole, savoring the mixture of sweat, lubricant, and his girlfriend's unique taste.
"Matias!" Lira screamed, her body shaking violently. "I can't...! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm CUMMING!"
Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her inner walls clenching around the blond's cock. He grunted and slammed himself deep before he began emptying himself inside her, his hot cum filling her gut. Matias didn't stop. He continued licking, sucking, even inserting a finger next to the other man's cock to feel the cum dripping out of her.
"Good girl!" Matias panted, standing up and slapping her butt before activating his ability. "Knight buff granted. You're stronger now."
Lira collapsed onto the bed, panting, her body covered in sweat and red marks. The blond pulled out, his cock still semi-hard, and without a word, he dressed and left the room, closing the door behind him. Matias wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and approached Lira, who looked at him with glassy eyes, still caught in the aftermath of pleasure.
"Do you understand why I do this?" Matias asked, gently stroking her cheek. "Every time you use your body like this, I make you stronger. I give you power."
Lira smiled, weak but genuine. "I know," she whispered. "But sometimes I wonder if it's also an excuse."
Matias didn't respond. Instead, he activated his ability once more, feeling the golden runes of the Lust Domain materialize in the air before settling onto Lira's body.
"Erotic Magician," she declared, the title searing itself into her skin like a glowing tattoo. "S-rank. Now your magic will be as pleasurable as it is destructive."
Lira sat up slowly and hugged him, her body still trembling. Matias held her against his chest, feeling his heart pounding. But instead of excitement, what washed over him was a wave of guilt. How far would he go? How many more times would he use the woman he loved as a bargaining chip for power?
"Was it worth it?" Lira asked, as if reading his thoughts.
Matias stared at her, lost. He had no answer. He only had the taste of her skin on his tongue, the memory of her moans, and the certainty that, sooner or later, the price of his lust would be too high to pay.