I pinched my nipple again, twisted it, the pain mixing with pleasure until my head fell back.
"I want him only for myself," the thought came out, raw and fierce. Followed by drizzling tears. "I found him! I'm the one that saved him. I loved him first, before even those...!"
…Eh…?
The word stopped me in my trails.
Love.
I stilled as my eyes unwillingly widened, water splashing gently at her breasts, my heart pounding.
Yes. Love is the term.
Not just mating, or mere sexual desire. I was absolutely and senselessly in love with Benjamin Mark.
And I'm enviously greedy. I don't want to share him!
Not with the sisters, not with Lotus.
Not even with Queen Elara!
Tears kept falling from my eyes, mixing with the mist from the falls.
I had fallen in love with the god-touched man who had stumbled into my world, lonely and so achingly kind.
This man who saw every woman not as conquests, but as treasures.
I resumed touching herself, letting the pleasure build alongside the truth.
My orgasm hit sudden and hard. My pussy clenching around my fingers, my thighs trembling, and a low moan ripping out of me that echoed off the rocks
I kept rubbing through it, riding the waves until I was gasping, oversensitive, and vibrating.
I remembered Heka's discreet might; and how Benjamin had steadied her without thinking that one time.
Martha's wild joy; how he laughed with her without restraint. Lulu's innocence; how gently he encouraged her all the time. Tamar's walls, how patiently he waited for them to crack every day.
And Lotus—old, lonely Lotus—who had carried the weight of history alone. Benjamin had seen her, recognized her, and given her back a piece of life she thought lost forever.
Now, since her second encounter with him on the balcony, she's been glowing more and has been cheerier. It's difficult to think they didn't copulate that day.
"Ahn!"
My climax came again suddenly, rolling through me in long, shuddering waves.
I cried out softly, the sound swallowed by the falls, my fingers buried deep as my body clenched and released a squirt.
When it passed, I floated again, chest heaving, as I felt my tears dampening on my cheeks.
Then… a small, rueful smile curved her lips.
"Hahaha! Greedy," I whispered to myself. "You're so greedy, Sara."
I want him all to myself. For a moment, I had even resented the others for touching what I had claimed first.
But as the water cradled me, sudden clarity settled like moonlight.
Benjamin is not a prize to be hoarded.
He was Benjamin.
Kind, earnest, and seeing the true beauty in every woman's heart.
Because he was different from the other males.
Not because he was divine, but because he was virtuous. He didn't take; he gave. He didn't conquer; he healed… He healed my restless heart too
That is why I love him.
And that is why I could never cage him.
If his light could ease Lotus's age-old loneliness and reminded her she was still desired, strengthen Heka's quiet heart, spark joy in Martha and matched her wildness without judgment, inspire softness from Tamar, awaken confidence in the shy Lulu—if it could save them all in small, but beautiful ways—then how could I ever stand in its way?
I will share him.
Not because tradition demands it.
But because my love, my real love, wants him to be whole.
And his wholeness meant giving pieces of himself to others who needed them.
I then rose from the water, my skin glistening, and my heart far lighter than it had been in days. I dressed slowly, my decision settling warm in my chest.
I will tell him tonight.
Not with jealousy or demands, but with truth from my deepest affection.
Time to go home.
BACK TO BENJAMIN'S POV
I was dozing in the hammock when Sara returned. The light had shifted to evening gold, and the distant drums of the Spire's nightly songs had already begun.
She slipped in quietly, but I felt her presence immediately. When I opened my eyes, she was standing over me, hair still somewhat damp from the bath, her eyes soft and radiant.
Her scent was like wildflowers—it completely filled the space.
"Hey," I said, reaching for her hand. "Is everything alright?"
She took it, then climbed into the hammock beside me, curling against my chest with a sigh that felt like surrender.
"I needed to think," she breathed quietly.
"if I may ask, about what?"
"About everything." She drew lazy patterns on my tunic with her finger. "About us. And about the others. About what it means to love someone at all."
My heart skipped a beat. "A-And?"
She looked up, emerald eyes steady on mine. "I love you, Benjamin. Not just the mating or the pleasure. You, as a person."
The words settled into me like sunlight. I… had never had anyone say that to me before.
I cupped her face, my thumb brushing her cheek. "I love you too, Sara. From that first night, from the moment you saved me, I have only seen you as my guiding light!"
Her eyes widened, then she smiled, with a shade of red on her face. "I see... Benjamin, I want to say something."
I nodded and waited.
"You see, I was jealous…" she admitted. "For the first time in my life. I wanted you only for me. But that's not who you are. You see people for who they truly are. And you give them what they need in their heart. I've decided I won't stand in the way of that. I'll share you… because I love you enough to want you whole. Benjamin Mark, I love you with all my heart and soul."
Damn… This was all too much for my heart, it's too warm. Do I really deserve this happiness?
Anyway, I'm glad she didn't turn out to be the yandere type I feared she would; with all the glares she'd been giving the other girls.
Then I kissed her, slow and deep, pouring everything I couldn't say into it.
The hammock swayed as our clothes came off. We took our time. And our desires were palpable.
I kissed down her neck, tasting the fresh water on her skin. She arched when I took hold of a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard with slurp sounds filling the room; my tongue flicking it sporadically until she moaned low in her throat.
Her hands then gripped my hair, pulling me closer to her chest. She was already soaked when I slid down her groin.
I moved spread her thighs wide, then moved to licking her—slow from bottom to top, tasting her fully.
She bucked against my mouth, the soft lower lips pressing against my lips, so much wetness coating my chin, and her moans turning to sharp gasps when I lightly nipped her clit.
"B-Benjamin—