The air was cool against his heated skin, and he shivered, his arousal surging as Saria's hand brushed him, guiding him closer. She coated her fingers with more holy water, slicking his length with slow strokes, the sensation warm and slippery, making him groan softly.
"Focus," she said, her tone sharp despite the intimacy of her touch.
Leon nodded, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on Terya's glistening backside.
Saria's hands moved to Terya's cheeks, gently stretching them apart, revealing the tight, puckered entrance.
The sight was overwhelming, Terya's smooth skin slick with holy water, the faint pulse of the curse fading under the liquid's glow.
Saria guided Leon's cock, aligning him carefully, her fingers firm but gentle as she pressed the tip against Terya's entrance.
"Slowly," Saria instructed, her voice steady, her hands still spreading Terya's cheeks to ease the way.
Leon's hands found Terya's waist, his fingers digging into her hips as he pushed forward, the slick warmth enveloping him inch by inch.
Terya moaned softly, a low, breathy sound that sent a jolt through him, her body tensing then relaxing under Saria's touch.
The sensation was intense—tight, hot, and impossibly smooth, the holy water making every movement glide with agonizing precision.
Leon's vision blurred, his senses flooded with the feel of her, the faint citrus scent of the Crimson Thorn mixing with the sulfurous air, and the soft, rhythmic moans Terya let out with each gentle thrust.
"Keep going," Saria said, her voice a low anchor, her hands still steady on Terya's cheeks, stretching them to guide Leon deeper.
Her fingers brushed his base, slick with holy water, and the added sensation made him gasp, his hips twitching involuntarily.
Terya's moans grew louder, her body arching slightly, her wind magic stirring as a faint breeze swirled around the chamber, cool against Leon's heated skin.
Leon's grip on Terya's waist tightened, his thrusts slow but steady, each one drawing a soft whimper from her.
The magic in his chest surged, fueled by his arousal, the Crimson Thorn's essence pulsing through him.
He felt the curse's dark energy unraveling, its tendrils fading from Terya's skin, replaced by a faint glow.
His breaths came in ragged gasps, the tight, slick heat of her driving him closer to the edge, his body trembling with the effort to stay controlled.
Terya's hands clutched the stone, her moans turning to gasps.
"Rookie… you're… not bad," she panted, her voice husky, her smirk audible despite her position. The breeze intensified, papers in the chamber fluttering, a sign her wind magic was returning.
Leon's head spun, the pleasure and magic overwhelming.
"Terya… I'm…" he stammered, his voice a desperate whine.
Saria's hands pressed harder, urging him deeper, and he couldn't hold back.
With a shuddering cry, he thrust one last time, his climax hitting like a tidal wave, his sperm shooting deep inside her.
The sensation was electric, the tight heat clenching around him, Terya's soft moan echoing as the curse's last tendrils vanished, her skin clear and glowing faintly.
A glowing mark appeared on Terya's hip, a swirling sigil of wind, signifying their bond.
The breeze in the chamber stilled, and Terya slumped, her breath steadying, her strength returning.
She pushed herself up, pulling her pants back on, and turned to Leon, her green eyes sparkling with her old cocky smirk.
"You made me wet, rookie," she said, her voice teasing but warm. "Not just from the holy water."
Leon's face burned, his legs wobbly as he pulled his pants up, his body still buzzing from the ritual.
"Uh… glad I could help?" he said, his voice cracking, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
He felt the new bond in his chest, a cool, airy sensation alongside Saria's fiery warmth, and a spark of excitement hit him—he could borrow Terya's wind magic now.
Saria stood, wiping her hands, her face blank but her eyes flicking between them with a hint of approval.
"The curse is gone," she said, her tone flat. "Good work, Leon. Terya, rest. We're not done here."
Terya stretched, her wind magic swirling faintly around her, lifting her blonde hair.
"Rest? I'm ready to kick Vraxus's ass," she said, her smirk wide. She clapped Leon's shoulder, nearly knocking him over. "You're alright, rookie. Keep up."
Leon's grin widened, a mix of triumph and awkwardness warming his chest.
He'd killed the kobold, broken the curse, and formed a new bond, all without fainting.
I'm getting the hang of this hero thing, he thought, though the memory of Terya's moans, puckered asshole and Saria's guiding hands made his face flush again.
Crap! I am hard again!!!