Hours.
We had been fucking for actual hours, and I was beginning to understand why the System had warned about stamina requirents for bond formation. What I’d thought would be a single mont of connection had beco sothing far more... comprehensive.
Like the world’s most intense marathon, except instead of running I was busy turning my sister into a quivering ss. Multiple tis.
Three separate sessions. Six tis I’d brought her to that shaking, crying peak of orgasm—each one more intense than the last. Twice I’d lost myself so completely inside her tight pussy that reality temporarily ceased to exist and I forgot my own na.
Not bad for a guy who died a virgin just days ago.
Cassandra lay sprawled across my chest like a satisfied cat, her fla-red hair a wild tangle across both our bodies. Her breathing was finally beginning to slow from the ragged gasps that had marked the last hour of her riding my cock like her life depended on it. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, and I could feel the occasional aftershock still trembling through her core where my dick remained buried inside her wet heat.
She looks like she just survived a natural disaster. A very, very good natural disaster.
"Marcus," she whispered against my neck, her voice hoarse from all the ways she’d scread my na while bouncing on my cock. "I can’t... I don’t think I can move."
I chuckled, my hands cupping the perfect globes of her ass, feeling how thoroughly I’d claid every inch of her body. "That was kind of the point."
Mission accomplished, I guess. Though I’m pretty sure this wasn’t what they ant by ’forming magical bonds’ in any of the light novels I read.
She lifted her head just enough to look at , erald eyes still glazed with post-orgasmic satisfaction and sothing deeper. Her full breasts pressed against my chest as she moved, nipples still hard from hours of my mouth and hands worshipping them.
"I feel you," she said wonderingly. "Not just... physically. I can feel you. In my mind. In my soul." She paused, a look of bewildernt crossing her face. "I... I can’t believe I just let myself be completely dominated by a man. By my own brother."
And there it is. Reality crashing into her post-orgasm bliss like a freight train.
I smirked, my hands still possessively gripping her ass. "Oh, you didn’t just let dominate you, Cassandra. You begged for it. Multiple tis. Very, very loudly."
Her cheeks flushed crimson, but she didn’t pull away. Through our new connection, I could feel her embarrassnt warring with satisfaction. "That’s... that’s not how things work in this world, Marcus. Won don’t submit like that. n are supposed to be the ones who—"
"Who what?" I interrupted, voice teasing but with an edge of steel and my dick twitching in her. "Who lie back and let won do all the work? Who never take charge? Who act like precious little princes who need protection?"
Like hell. I don’t care if every man in this world has been dosticated into house pets. I’m going to be exactly who I am.
"..."
She stared at , and I could feel her confusion through our bond—mixed with sothing that felt suspiciously like relief.
"But it felt right," she whispered, almost to herself. "When you took control, when you made yours... it felt more right than anything ever has."
Exactly. The bond doesn’t lie about who we really are underneath all the cultural bullshit.
I traced her jawline with one finger, enjoying how she shivered at the simple touch. "Maybe that’s because this is who we’re supposed to be. You, giving yourself completely to soone strong enough to handle all that fire. , taking what’s mine and protecting it. Were equals at the sa ti, sister."
Her breath hitched. "The other noble ladies would be scandalized. A Ravencrest daughter, submitting so completely to a male..."
"Let them be scandalized," I said with a grin that was probably a bit too sharp. "You think I give a damn what so uptight noble daughters think about how I treat my woman?"
This world’s gender expectations can kiss my ass. I’m not going to pretend to be so delicate flower just because that’s what they expect.
I could feel sothing else stirring through our connection—a thread that seed to pulse with our shared heartbeat. Her emotions leaked through it like warm honey: satisfaction, wonder, possessive love, and underneath it all, a bone-deep contentnt that matched my own. But also sothing new—a sense of rightness about submitting to that went against everything she’d been taught.
The bond is settling. And apparently it’s showing her exactly who she really is beneath all that noble conditioning. She is mine as I am hers.
"I can feel it too," I said softly. "We’re connected now. Forever. And it’s showing us who we really are."
Her smile was radiant despite her confusion. "Forever," she agreed, pressing a soft kiss to my chest. "Even if it ans I’m the first Ravencrest woman in centuries to completely surrender to a man."
And definitely not the last, if I have anything to say about it.
That’s when the System finally decided to crash the party.
[ETERNAL BOND FORMATION: COMPLETE]
[PARTNER: Lady Cassandra von Ravencrest]
[BOND STRENGTH: Maximum Achieved]
[MUTUAL LOYALTY: Permanently Established]
Well, that’s convenient timing. Thanks for waiting until after the marathon sex session, you voyeuristic AI.
[SNATCH ABILITY TRIGGERED]
[Powers Acquired from Cassandra von Ravencrest (Level 102 - Transcendent):
[Fire Magic Mastery (S-Rank) - ACQUIRED]
[Ravencrest Family Techniques (Level: UNKNOWN) - ACQUIRED]
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A/N: Acknowledge !!!!
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