Still mostly clothed, Ori had hoisted her into his arms as soon as they were several trees deep into the woods; the fresh growth of the forest floor, illuminated by his lingering Lightfield, cast a surreal, shimmering glow across what should have been a shaded woodland.
Through their bond, their needs were unmistakable. They shared a raw spike of desire for connection, a mutual want to express appreciation for everything they had done for one another. It was a desperate, primal hunger that filled the quiet space between the trees.
"Harder! Until I break!" Ruenne’del gasped. She clawed at his back, her teeth sinking into his collarbone the moment their kiss ended. He could smell the sweet musk of her arousal rising in the cool forest air, her juices coated the hands grasping her ass were cool in contrast to the searing heat in which they were joined. With every scratch and every sharp bite against his shoulder, he pounded harder. His spectral hands gripped her back, her thighs, her waist; he twisted her nipples through the wool of her thick jumper, sparing little thought for the pain he inflicted as, through the bond, he felt her first orgasm beginning to build.
"I’m breaking! I’m shattering around you," she groaned. Her thighs locked around his waist, almost squeezing the life out of his punishing cock as her wings blurred in a desperate attempt to take flight. But Ori was not finished with her yet. He knew she loved to be overwhelmed by his need, and he loved how he could truly let go. Physically and now magically, his emotions were laid bare, and he was loved for every part of them.
He felt his luck and his joy at finding her, and of her finding him. And as he basked in the physical connection, the sensation of her body wrapped around his own, Ori relinquished his grip, holding back that tide of lust, love, and appreciation as it poured through him, toes curling, goosebumps spreading, his cock exploding, twitching wildly as he pumped Presence-infused cum into his pink-haired fairy.
"My beloved!" Ruenne’del screamed as she came again. Ori pushed her down, falling onto the long grasses as he thrust through the final spasms of his orgasm.
He had held back with the Presence infusion this time, deciding not to send her comatose with his presence, but she was still drunk on it. She babbled incoherently in that manic, almost insane way she did, which provided such a stark contrast to her usual quiet self. Had Ori not been exposed to the chaos of her everyday mind and emotions, he, too, might have been disturbed. Instead, he simply looked down at his Leanan Sídhe, his expression soft as he stroked the damp bangs of her fuchsia fringe out of her eyes.
"I’m going to marry you," Ori said. It was more a statement than a request, his words slowly bringing her out of her daze. "Before we leave for Cear’hallen, we’ll elope, just as we talked about."
There was a ripple of amusement over the bond. Peering into the emotion, Ori understood Ruenne’del’s growing smirk; with his cock still hard and buried deep inside her cum-drenched pussy, declarations of love and commitment were hard to take seriously. Still, she nodded, knowing he was in earnest and that this was a long-held desire finally voiced in this stolen moment between more pressing events. He thrust once more, turning her smirk into a hitch, and then a moan.
"It doesn’t mat—ter," she began. "I’m already yours, all of me, every part of my heart—" she hitched again, "—body, and soul."
"It matters to me," Ori growled as he continued. His hips smacked against her as his cock slid and pushed deeper and deeper, his pace faster than before as his grip shifted, moving to pin her arms beneath him.
Ori could feel just how much the fairy loved fucking in the woods. With the light of his spell shimmering like sparks in the air, the long grasses tickling her skin, and the full weight of his lust unleashed, it wasn’t long before she came once more. The feedback over the bond sending Ori over the edge, his own release chasing hers in a blinding flash behind his eyes.
They lay in the grass for several minutes before Ori felt Lucas drawing nearer. Ruenne’del lay curled around him, her hand scratching his chest as he stroked the bare skin of her thigh under her skirt. The forest smelled of damp earth and the sweet, floral musk of their shared exertion.
After the Law of Radiance had been applied to his Lightfield in the previous night's purification, the muck, blood, and grime from the pit had long since faded away. Even now, the effect persisted; Ori marvelled as most of their sex juices simply evaporated under the faint glow of the floating dots of light. Idly, Ori wondered about the effect it would have if this spell did indeed last here forever.
With his Cosmic affinity mixed into the feat of High Magic’s construct, Ori knew there was some risk of consequences beyond the future effects of the spell. However, after today, such concerns felt, if not less dire, then less meaningful when weighed against the realisation of who and what he was.
Arch Redeemer.
Wandsmith.
Those voices had always been there, mixed within the instincts shared by his other unique aspects, but now they were clearer and sharper. There was an odd but strangely settling resonance between them all now, as if he were a puzzle now finally complete.
Seen differently, it should have spelt the end of his growth; it suggested he had all too quickly found the boundaries of his potential. Even if he were to live forever, he could only be the Arch Redeemer, the Bondweaver, the Du?list, the Harmonic Advanced, the Progenitor, and the Wandsmith.
But Ori smiled, as to him, within each aspect lay entire universes of possibilities. There was a freedom in it, despite the seeming limits that such entity names imposed, a burden lifted, a new focus born from knowing who he was and who he was not.
Ori tensed as the flows of energy around them suddenly shifted, looking down, he noticed Ruenne’del’s lack of concern, forcing a question to the edge of his lips.
“I’ve taken a new class,” Ruenne’del said in answer, her raspy voice almost lost to the rustle of the grasses.
Class Title: Whim of the Bondweaver
Rarity: Unique
Rank: Journeyman
Requirements: Bonded to The Bondweaver, Fate or Divination-related affinity, Perception affinity
Per Level Bonus: +10 Perception, +10 Wisdom, +10 Presence
Class Traits: Enhances context-based presence, glamour, foresight and divination abilities. This enhancement strengthens amid genuine uncertainty, biasing outcomes towards concealment, survival, and opportunity. Seeking prioritises living branches over fixed prophecy, and divination can navigate hostile paths amidst adversarial circumstances far more reliably.
In addition, once per day, a whim expressed by either the Bondweaver or his bonded may manifest at random in a fortuitous way.
Description: This unique class, bestowed upon the Leanan Sídhe, Seer and Seeker of the Bondweaver, reshapes how her talents express themselves, making them responsive to circumstance rather than rote method. It turns her presence into leverage, her glamour into misdirection, and her insight into a moving map of possibility that remains useful even when opponents contest the path. Instead of forcing certainty, it permits her to pursue answers while keeping options alive, allowing her to act decisively without turning the future into a trap. Its final gift is a daily stroke of sanctioned serendipity, where an offhand desire or shared impulse between her and the Bondweaver may be answered by Fate in ways often unpredictable, serendipitous and profound.
“You reached Sovereign rank?”
“Mhmm,” Ruenne’del confirmed.
Ori laughed as he received the class description from her, then read it. He had wondered whether she had been offered a unique class before and refused it, been unable to take it because her class slots were full, or simply taken one and never mentioned it. Now, it seemed those questions had been answered.
The class suited her perfectly, matching both who she was and how he had come to understand her abilities. It did not change her approach so much as sharpen it, making what she already did more effective while feeding the thrill she seemed to pursue with growing relish.
It also gave Ori a few useful realisations. The idea of hostile diviners should have been obvious, yet the wording still reminded him of the complexity and hidden risks of the world he now inhabited.
“It looks like a perfect class for you,” Ori said.
“Mhmm.” She hugged him tight, then stepped back and rose, smoothing her skirt. “Time to go.”
“Welcome back,” Caoimhe Niamhán said as he and Ruenne’del approached the cabin. Freya, Tess and Ayame sat with her on the mossy fallen log outside, regaling the silvan elf with the events of the previous day and night.
“Yeah, sorry. I know I said we’d be back last night. Hope you didn’t worry,” Ori said, dismissing the wards.
“I worried more after that second wave of Peritia in the middle of the night suddenly poured into me,” Caoimhe said.
“You got Peritia?” Ori paused, half a step through the door, and turned back to her.
“Indeed. Fate rewards all those involved in such a feat. Normally it’s a minuscule fraction, but a fraction of what Tess and your new companion described she experienced last night… well.” She gave him an odd look. “Demon Bane indeed. Or should I say, Arch Redeemer, and now Wandsmith?” She rose and walked a slow circle around him, studying him.
“I’d better go and get ready,” Tess said, breaking the silence. “Meet back here before dusk?”
Ori nodded. “Looking forward to it.”
He turned back to Caoimhe, the question that had been pressing at him rising to the surface. “I was wondering. With so many demons, was it really just to capture me? Wouldn’t that kind of presence start a war?”
“They said you killed thousands of them, including a Pinnacle-ranked devil? Likely a Greater Devil, given the Peritia you generated.”
“Ten thousand at Sovereign rank or above, at least,” Ori confirmed.
“Ha!” Caoimhe gave a bark of incredulous laughter. “Had I not felt the Peritia, I’d never have believed you. Even now, I scarcely believe you. Just imagine what they must be thinking down in the halls of Aviul Dolorum…” She chuckled softly. “As to your question, I have no answers, only speculation.”
“Go on,” Ori said.
“Within any group, race, or realm, there are factions. Most will fear you, and that fear will express itself differently. Some will seek avoidance, even supplication. Others will push for pre-emptive action and escalation. I suspect the faction you encountered last night belonged to the latter.”
“Do you think they’ll come at me again? With even more demons, or something worse?”
Caoimhe shook her head. “After what you did, politically speaking, you’ve likely weakened the reactionary faction. What you destroyed was a meaningful force, even measured across all of the Nine Circles. They may still act through intermediaries, but the factions that disagree with them may act against them. And your demonstration likely reinforced both their respect and their fear in the way Demon Banes tend to attract providence.”
“You think they’ll try to curry favour by stymying or betraying each other?”
Caoimhe shrugged. “Perhaps. Would such a tactic not work?”
“I… I didn’t plan to hunt them before. But now…” Ori remembered the sharp surge of terror when he saw the army, thousands strong, charging straight at him. So many resources, committed to him alone. That an entire race could harbour such malice and pursue his death with that kind of determination appalled him.
“In the short to medium term,” Caoimhe said, as Ruenne’del, led by Ayame, crossed Ori’s path and headed inside the cabin. Ori gave them each a brief smile before following. Caoimhe came in after him, continuing without pause. “It’s unlikely you’ll have much to worry about from the demons, at least. But what you did would have been felt across the realm. Divination, those sensitive to mana, the scale of that battle. It will have ruffled the wings of the nearby monarch, and soon, investigators will be picking up your trail.”
“What do you know about the local ruler? King Dremsway, was it?” Ori asked, moving to sit on the living-room sofa.
“Pragmatic, and on the surface, a just king. The Dremsway line is guarded by four or five Immortal-rank protectors, human chimaera, I believe, each soul-bound in perpetuity to the crown. The king himself should be Sovereign rank, with far too much Grace for even his protectors to breach, even in a hypothetical coup.” She studied him. “Why? Do you plan to take the crown head-on?”
“Maybe,” Ori said, hedging. “You know about the dragon?”
“I’ve heard bits and pieces.”
“Well, I plan to rescue her.”
“I see.” Caoimhe sank into the sofa as if the implications were a physical weight.
“I don’t know how much time I’ll have, but I plan to break in, break out, get them safe, and confront the crown and its forces if I have to.”
Caoimhe shook her head. “Even you may struggle to reach the palace before the protectors are on top of you. You’ll need another plan unless your plan is to turn it all into a blood bath.” She turned to Ruenne’del, who met her gaze with a smirk. “One I believe has already been taken care of.”
Ori let out a long, exasperated breath of relief. “Maybe I should let you lot rescue her.”
“We’ll help,” Ruenne’del said. “But she’s your dragon.”
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Ori grunted, unsure and unwilling to untangle what that was meant to imply.
“Don’t you have a date to worry about?” Freya called, sitting primly atop the back of the sofa. “Ayame, take him to the village tailor and get him dressed properly for his date, please.”
Ayame sprang to her feet, excitement plain on her face. “Ooooh, I get to dress him?”
“She gets to dress me?” Ori asked, bemused as he leant forwards.
“This one. This one’s my favourite,” Ayame squealed from behind him.
They were inside the recently rebuilt tailor on Strathollow’s modest main street. The fox-woman bounced on the spot as Ori gave himself a once-over in the mirror.
“But aren’t these a bit too tight?” Ori asked, dubious as he flexed and squatted, stretching the black fabric of the drainpipe trousers. They were still better than the tights he had immediately vetoed, but a far cry from the reassuringly starchy, loose grey jeans that had carried him halfway across the continent. “Maybe I should get a second opinion.”
He summoned Seraphine’s Beacon into his hands.
“Oh, yummy. I’m sorry, Ori, but our dear Ayame is one hundred per cent correct,” Seraphine said the moment the wand appeared. “The black trousers against the white shirt look positively regal on you. I believe we have the beginnings of a signature style, if I may say so.”
“Yay!” Ayame clapped.
“A signature look?” Ori asked, sceptical, pulling at the poofy, frilly white cotton shirt. “What’s wrong with my poncho and jeans?”
“Too conspicuous, and ill-fitting for the man you’re becoming and the circles you’ll soon be moving in. Besides, I think Tess will love this.”
That last point was the final nail in the coffin in Ori’s string of objections.
“Ayame, dear, please pass him that sword belt and sheath.”
“Oh. Yes!” Ayame gasped, her excitement infectious.
Once he had the belt on and the new shoes laced, the whole ensemble clicked.
In the polished silver of the mirror, he looked like a late-Renaissance duellist, or at least the sketch of one, and with that realisation came reluctant acceptance of Seraphine’s judgement that this could be his new ‘look’.
“Fine. How do I pay?”
“Your money’s no good here,” said a voice from behind them. “Not after saving us all and helping my daughter.”
Ori turned to find the tailor, a tall mustelpixin, who he suspected was related to Mirrel, the woman he had helped conceive several days ago.
Ori shrugged. “Still too early to tell whether that worked. Besides, this stock must have cost you.”
“Not as much as the finer cloth would in Dremsway. Maybe when you upgrade, you can bring these back, and I’ll resell them.”
“Bring them back?” Ori echoed, confused.
The man laughed. “Or not, if the idea of others wearing what has clothed you offends you.”
“Yeah. Sorry. I’m just not used to that.”
“Aye. I suppose a powerful wizard such as yourself would have come from far off, and from different customs.” The man chuckled. “In any case, I’ve no sword to fit that sheath, but I can resize it if you find one from the smith that suits.”
Ori waved him off. In truth, he could adjust it himself and could reforge any of the scavenged weapons from the armouries of Ghigrerchiax into something that would fit. For now, he planned to use a metal filler as a placeholder, at least for tonight, before focusing on the enchantments he hoped would help him blend in.
“Would it be strange if I said I’ve no interest in eating?”
“No, it wouldn’t.”
“Even though it was my idea, and I know this amazing restaurant… I just feel like I wouldn’t be able to taste any of it right now.” Tess said as they strolled through the busy high streets of Thorncross, side by side, their arms linked and drawing the odd look from passers-by. With Ori’s eyes shining with Reach of the Progenitor, and Caoimhe’s enhancements allowing a measure of his subtly leaking aura to warp his presence, he moved through the streets not as the mortal human he had pretended to be, but as something else, more exotic and otherworldly. A tactical ambiguity that disguised his nature by revealing just the faintest hints of the truth.
“Nerves? We could go back if you’d like. Or we can do this another day if you’re not…”
“No. Nerves, yes, but the excited kind. I really want to…” She swallowed, then gave a small, breathy laugh. “I’m so horny I can’t think straight. It’s all I’ve been thinking about ever since yesterday. Longer, really.”
Ori chuckled, and she gave him a playful swat on the arm.
“Besides, after how long it took to primp and polish, there’s no way I’m not getting the most out of it.”
“That’s fine. Let’s just go for a walk. I didn’t really see much of this town before, which is a shame because it has a nice vibe. Have I said you look amazing, by the way?” Ori asked again, giving her lime-green dress another once-over.
The long dress might have been modest if not for the low neckline and the high leg slit, whose opening offered intermittent flashes of her legs. She had also added streaks of pink dye to her flaxen-blonde hair.
“About a dozen times. Even if you hadn’t said anything, those roving eyes of yours would’ve been enough,” Tess giggled.
“Good, just checking,” Ori said.
If someone had asked him a few months ago whether he was an ass man or a breast man, he might have argued for the latter. Tess did have a surprisingly full chest, considering her athletic frame, but her legs were a show-stopper, and he’d become an ardent convert to the third camp entirely. She knew he liked them, and she knew he knew she knew. As a result, Ori had noticed how Tess never spared effort in showing them off whenever she could.
“You know, you’ve got a bit of a… a strut now,” Ori said, giving her another glance.
“I’m not strutting,” Tess complained.
“I mean, after your trial, you’ve every right to. You said before that you wanted to feel at home the next time you came here. But now, who in this town could’ve done what you did?”
“Without the help you gave me, you mean?”
“Ha. Don’t sell yourself short,” Ori said. “Just the desire and the determination to do it. To prove it to yourself, especially when you didn’t have to.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Tess let out a slow breath. “But I’m glad I did.”
“And thus the strut, and the confidence, as befits the one who’ll be my captain.”
Tess returned his glance with that side-eyed smile he loved.
“You know, Ma was crying when she saw me off today. Well, we both were,” Tess said, the tips of her ears colouring as she went on. “I didn’t say outright what we were up to, but she could tell tonight would be the night.”
A spike of anticipation made Ori’s heart jump at the confirmation.
“Is she worried? Does she still have concerns?” Ori asked, forcing his mind back on topic.
“I… not more than usual.” Tess’s smile faded a touch. “I could tell she’d been worried about the trial, but after I came back in one piece, she’s been… I guess you could say resigned?” She shook her head. “I don’t know. There are lots of things she could be worried about. Lots of things I’m worried about.”
“It’s probably just the fact you’re growing up, and you’ll be leaving soon,” Ori offered.
“I… yeah. That’s probably a big part of it.” Tess sighed. “I wonder what it’ll be like… if I ever had kids.”
Ori slowed, his heart racing again. “Is that something you want?” he asked carefully.
“I did. I mean, it was kind of just expected, as a low elf, that I’d eventually settle down with someone, somewhere, and you know, have kids,” she began. “But with Awakening and the goal of immortality, I’m not sure. The idea of potentially outliving my children terrifies me. Worse, what if they could never grow out of my shadow? That feeling, that I could only ever be inferior to my mother… It haunted me for a long time. It’s probably why we didn’t get on well until now.”
Ori nodded, listening as they walked.
With his own relationship to fatherhood complicated, Ori felt ambivalent about children. Even so, he was more or less resigned to having them with at least some of his current and future bonds. He remembered how Poppy had been more than keen at the prospect of having his children, while the pressures of elven society and the mixed lineage of their potential offspring had haunted Harriet. Even if that was no longer an issue now that he had evolved into a High Human, the sting of her words remained.
“Whatever you eventually decide, I’ll be there for it,” Ori said into the quiet that followed.
“Well, no babies tonight at least. Ma made sure of that,” Tess chuckled.
“Should I ask?”
“No. That’s about all you need to know on the matter.”
“Alright then.”
Ori turned to Tess as a moment of inspiration flashed through his mind.
“What was the name of the restaurant you wanted us to visit, again?”
"I still can’t believe that happened, and that you overpaid by so much," Tess said, giggling with an amused exasperation. The sound of her laughter was bright against the evening quiet at this end of the town.
"Had to cover the cost of their plates and cutlery, didn’t I?" Ori replied. "Besides, I’d be seriously surprised if I were the first one to flash some cash around for convenience's sake, given how many fancy, nobleman-looking folks and rich kids I’ve seen today. Anyway, it’s solved the food problem for now."
Tess gave him a sidelong smirk as they reached the welcome desk. They secured a key and were led through the narrow halls of a rustic inn, though it was of far better quality than any Ori had visited on Twilight so far. The air here was different; it smelled of dried lavender and the lingering scent of woodsmoke from the common room fire.
Despite already having sex today, Ori’s heart raced as if it were his first time. Through their connection, he could feel Tess’s nerves too. He noticed how she clung to his arm and how she bit her bottom lip whenever she thought he wasn't looking. When they finally entered the room, the world outside seemed to vanish. Had someone asked him what colour the bedsheets were, Ori wouldn’t have been able to say; the entire universe had narrowed to just the woman standing before him.
"So," Tess said, turning to face him as the heavy oak door clicked shut.
Ori approached her, unstrapping his belt and sword sheath before sending them into his void storage ring. He allowed himself to become the Bondweaver. His instincts and his need drove him forward. He could feel her hunger through the fine connection they shared, but the underlying tremor of her nervousness remained. He stepped close, moving until they were nose to nose, refusing to break their gaze.
"You're beautiful, Tess," he whispered, lost in the bright turquoise expanse of her eyes.
She kissed him then, pulling him into her as she looped her hands around his neck. Ori reciprocated, drawing her in by her waist as the kiss deepened. Tongues, spit, and breath mingled as the hunger and desire they had suppressed for days finally began to unravel. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic rasp of their breathing and the soft rustle of her green dress against his clothes.
As they moved, Ori found her pressed back onto the bed, grateful that the furniture he’d paid no mind to until now actually existed, though he suspected that even if the room had been bare, it wouldn’t have stopped either of them.
His hands roamed across the fabric of her dress, tracing her waist, her sides, and her arms before he caught her hands and rolled on top of her to pin them down.
This time, unlike in the Forest with Ruenne’del, there was no aggression behind the movement, only a desperate desire to meld into one another. Kissing and licking were no longer enough to satisfy the ache.
"Please," she gasped, breathless as they explored each other.
Ori slid down her body to pull at the neckline of her dress, exposing her pale, inverted nipples to the chill of the room’s air. He marvelled at how they changed shape under his gaze, growing pointy and erect, her areolae pebbled as he began to lick, suck, and bite. Tess’s hands tangled in his hair as her legs rose, her back and hips arching intermittently into him, her need growing increasingly insistent.
"I’m ready, please," she repeated, her voice a low, melodic ache.
Ori nodded, sliding off the bed just long enough to shuck off his trousers and shirt. As she made a move to stand and undress, Ori shook his head.
"The dress stays on, at least for now."
He reached beneath the hem of her skirts, his hands gliding up her thighs until he found her underwear. He felt the slick dampness already gathered there before sliding the lace away.
His cock sprang free as he shucked off his boxers. He stood, and for a heartbeat, they simply drank each other in. The room felt smaller, hotter, filled with the sweet scent of her light perfume and a deeper, more savoury scent of her arousal. He loomed over her, hiking the green fabric of her dress up to her waist to reveal the elegant lines of her hairless, toned legs.
Tess’s chest heaved with gasping breaths, her eyes transfixed upon his cock as the tip approached her. He rubbed against her swollen, hairless slit, which was already glistening and slick.
"Please! Ori, I want this, please," she all but begged. Her hands roamed over his exposed back, her nails catching against his skin as she arched into him.
Ori obliged, pushing in slowly. He moved an inch at a time before pulling back, repeating the motion as he groaned, luxuriating in the wet heat and the velvet closeness of her body. He felt her flexing and twisting beneath him, her soft hitches marking their progress as they moved toward finally becoming one. A short hiss of pain followed as Ori widened the path through her partially torn hymen; he then followed through, pushing deep until his cock was buried as far as it could go.
"You okay?" he asked, whispering the question into her tapered ear as he paused to let her adjust to the heavy fullness of him.
She panted, her face and chest flushed a deep rose as Ori allowed a trickle of healing magic to flow into her. To his satisfaction, just as it had with Harriet and Poppy, his light seemed to have the desired effect. The sharp edge of her discomfort vanished, replaced by a blossoming warmth.
"Fuuucck, Ori." Tess shivered as she spoke. Her orgasm was already building, her inner walls pulsing and convulsing around his stationary cock. He began to move again, his thrusts slow and in time with her ragged breathing while her insistent hands grasped and pulled at his backside. Her eyes rolled back as she shattered around him for the first time, the rhythmic squelch of their union echoing in the quiet room.
He could feel their souls racing to collide. Each new flex and thrust of his hips edged them closer to an irrevocable union, one they both sought with a fevered desperation. Gone now was that initial desire to replace a lost love, that search for an easy familiarity in unfamiliar lands. In its place was a goddess, a diamond he had unearthed, a champion he had raised; one worthy of love and respect on her own merits, with a presence just as unique and vital to him as any of his other bonds.
"Ori! Yes, I’m going to come again. Please let me come, please!"
"Come for me, Tess," Ori growled, releasing into her, accepting all that she was with everything he had to give. As he came, their souls finally collided. Tessalyn éclair D'oran’s bond of Fidelity was transformed, and she became the third elf with whom he had formed Taurna’diem.
"Yeeeessss! Spirits, fuck yes! I’m coming!"
Ori’s cock blasted her with cum as he felt the space beyond her cervix open to him. His cock head pushed through, intensifying each of their orgasms as his nerves lit on fire. The sensation was electric, almost overwhelming him with its suddenness.
"Fuck me," Ori groaned. The physical, spiritual, and emotional crescendo caused him to almost collapse, lost as they were in the immensity of the magic and heat.
"Okay, that was actually much better than I thought it would be," Tess giggled, even with Ori still pressing her down.
"You awakened at the same time, didn’t you?" Ori said, his cock still rigid and buried within her. He pushed deeper into Tess’s slick, cum-drenched womb once more, feeling that familiar, narrow squeeze at the very tip of his length.
"Mmmm," Tess moaned in agreement, still blissed out from her high.
"Tell me when you're ready, or if you’d like a break."
"Just..." Her voice was light, breathy, and almost giddy. "Just do what you want to me. I might not know what to do, but I want you to just take me and use me however you need."
"What about the ritual? The soul crafting?"
"Yes, do it. I trust you." She shuddered as Ori thrust again, his pace increasing as he delved into her soul through the bond.
Unlike when Harriet and Poppy evolved into Arch Elves, the barrier between Tess and becoming a High Elf was paper-thin. She had more than enough Peritia; her soul was vibrant and full. Now, all that was needed was a path, one that Ori intended to tailor specifically for her.
"On your knees." Ori pulled out of her, assisting as she turned to present her ass to him. Hiking up her green dress, Ori took a moment to appreciate her full, firm, round ass, her pussy dripping as Tess looked back over her shoulder at him expectantly.
Lining his cock up with her heat, Ori wasted no time pressing back in. The sound of their flesh clapping together filled the room as they settled into a mutual, primal rhythm. Through the friction, Ori allowed his aethermancy and soulcraft to shape her evolution, binding her disparate mix of affinities into a new, congruent whole. He wove Astral magic for her mind, her empathy, her wanderlust and aspirations; Storms signified her power and her propensity for action, while Crystal proved her strength, her desire for structure, and her sparkling beauty. On a whim, Ori added just a touch of Cosmic, binding the Storms, Crystal and Astral talents together into something that glittered and sparkled, even in the dark.
The shape of the new High Elven subrace snapped into place. Tess let out a final, ringing scream as she experienced an orgasm like rolling thunder. As she did, she transformed; her body grew taller and leaner, her muscles tightening and becoming more defined beneath his touch. He could feel her shift around his cock as he continued to plough into her, holding her upright and kneading her breasts as her very essence warped.
He could feel her aura change. Even her hair, which had been a flaxen blonde, turned into a shiny, prismatic platinum while the pink highlights deepened into a permanent fuchsia not unlike Ruenne’del’s. While her aura condensed into something solid, a high-pitched scream of pleasure blurred into elven song as her page in the Library of Fate was rewritten not long after it was made. With her soul resonating with his own through song, Ori finally relinquished his hold on his magic, his aether, their joined spirits, his control.
And the world turned white as he released into her as if pouring out the entirety of his soul.
By the time Ori came too, he was lying spooning his elven bond, the soft snores and satisfied expression on her lips was just as reassuring as the subtle scan with his magic and transcendent vision. After checking she was okay, he held her tight and followed her off, not long after, into the dreaming.
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