The bed in the chapel tower was small, its wooden frame creaking under the weight of three bodies, the candlelight casting flickering shadows across the stone walls.
The air was thick with heat, sweat, and the raw pulse of magic, every breath charged with the intimacy of the moment.
Terya kissed Saria again, deeper this time, her tongue sliding past Saria's lips with a hungry edge, her fingers trailing along the warrior's firm abdomen, tracing the faint scars earned in battle.
Saria didn't resist—her dark eyes half-lidded, hands moving to Terya's hips, pulling her closer with a silent, burning intent that spoke louder than her usual stoic demeanor.
Leon sat between them, his heart pounding, frozen for a heartbeat as the scene unfolded like something out of his wildest fantasies.
Then Terya reached back, her fingers catching his hand, and pulled him in, her green eyes glinting with mischief.
"Don't just watch," she murmured against Saria's mouth, her voice a sultry tease. "You earned this."
Saria turned her head slightly, her gaze meeting Leon's with a rare softness, a crack in her unyielding facade.
"Come here," she said, her voice low but inviting, carrying a warmth he hadn't heard before.
Leon moved, his hands trembling with excitement, his body already pulsing with arousal, the bonds in his chest—Saria's fire, Terya's wind—stirring like a storm.
He leaned forward, kissing Saria first, his lips tentative until she pulled him in harder, her tongue demanding, claiming him with a fierceness that made his head spin.
When they broke apart, she let out a slow breath, her lips brushing his as she whispered, "Better."
Terya slid down, her blonde hair catching the candlelight as she tugged Leon's tunic off completely, the fabric catching on his shoulders before falling to the floor.
"Let's get you properly recharged, hero," she said, her voice dripping with teasing heat. She kissed down his chest, slow and eotic, her tongue flicking over his nipple, making him gasp, his body jerking at the sharp sensation.
"Sensitive?" she grinned, her green eyes locked on his, sparkling with amusement. "Even better."
Saria stood, her movements graceful but purposeful, unbuckling her leathers one strap at a time.
Her bare body gleamed under the candlelight—toned, scarred, powerful, every muscle a testament to her warrior's life.
She returned to the bed, straddling Leon's face, her thighs framing him, her scent intoxicating.
"Use your tongue," she ordered, her voice a low, commanding murmur, laced with a hunger that sent a shiver through him. "You've got magic in that mouth."
Leon obeyed, burying his face between her thighs, tasting her heat, his tongue exploring her slick folds as she moaned above him, her control fraying with each careful lick.
Her hands gripped his hair, guiding him, her breaths sharp and uneven, a rare vulnerability in her sounds.
Terya, meanwhile, had freed his cock, her fingers deft and teasing as she stroked him, her green eyes fixed on his, watching every twitch of his face.
"Gods," she whispered, her voice husky, "you're already twitching. You're going to explode in seconds, aren't you?"
Her lips followed, slow, methodical strokes of her tongue along his length, teasing the tip before taking him deeper, her moan vibrating against him.
Leon groaned into Saria, his hands gripping her thighs, his hips jerking forward instinctively.
The dual sensations—Saria's heat on his tongue, Terya's mouth around him—sent his magic spiraling, sparking at his fingertips, fire and wind dancing in his chest.
Saria gasped, grinding against his mouth, her moans louder, her control slipping. "He's… better than I expected," she said, her voice breathy, a rare admission.
Terya slid her lips around him, deeper now, bobbing with a rhythm that made his vision blur, her throat tight and warm as she took him fully, her moans sending shivers through him.
Leon's magic pulsed wildly, the bonds flaring, and when he came, he bucked hard, gasping into Saria's slick folds, his body arching between their heat.
Terya swallowed every drop, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, then crawled up beside him, kissing Saria with a mouth still tasting of him, their tongues entwining in a slow, heated dance.
Saria pulled Leon into a kiss, slow and deep, her fingers laced in his hair, her taste mingling with Terya's.
Then she whispered, her voice a low purr, "Your turn."
She climbed over him, guiding his still-hard cock to her soaked entrance, and sank down with a low, drawn-out moan, her dark eyes locked on his, burning with intensity.
Terya lay behind him, her lips nibbling his neck, her fingers teasing his nipples, sending jolts through him.
"Ride her, Leon," she murmured, her voice filthy and encouraging.
Her hand slid lower, stroking his balls, her kisses trailing down his spine, each touch fueling his arousal and his magic.
Leon thrust up into Saria, each movement more confident, more powerful, his hands gripping her hips as she moved with him, her moans growing louder, her nails clawing into his chest.
Terya's whispers filled his ear, her words a mix of praise and provocation, her fingers relentless.
Then Terya shifted, mounting him from behind, her lips finding Saria's in a fierce kiss as Leon thrust into her, their bodies pressed together, sweat and breath mingling.
The rhythm was perfect—bodies moving in sync, sweat-slick and desperate, magic entwining with every moan.
Saria's fire burned in his chest, Terya's wind swirled around it, and something new sparked between them, a hybrid force that pulsed with their shared intensity.
The room echoed with their sounds—gasps, moans, the creak of the bed, the crackle of magic in the air.
When Leon came again, it was with Saria's breasts pressed against his chest, her moans vibrating through him, Terya's tongue in his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders.
His magic ignited like a firestorm, fire and wind merging in a surge that shook the air, the candles flaring brighter for a fleeting moment.
Saria shuddered above him, her climax hitting with a cry, while Terya's laugh was breathy, triumphant, her body trembling against his.
They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and blankets, their breaths heavy, the room smelling of sex and magic—charged, raw, lingering.
Leon's body buzzed, his magic stronger than ever, the bonds with Saria and Terya pulsing in harmony.
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Leon woke on tangled blankets, one arm under Saria, the other pinned under Terya.
Both women were still naked, their breathing deep and steady, their bodies warm against his.
The room was dim, the candles burned low, but the air still crackled faintly with the aftermath of their magic.
He flexed his fingers, a reflex, and a spark of fire licked across his palm, followed by a small spiral of wind that wrapped around it, like a dancer moving through flame.
The sight made his breath catch, a grin spreading across his face.
"…I think it's stronger," he whispered.