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“Take it; I’m a lot bigger, Laia,” I order, slipping it in and out faster. Her gasps come in waves, and she clings to my shoulders as if her life depends on it.

“Have at me; give it to me, Irix,” she moans as she grabs my face and kisses me. She bites my lips, drawing blood.

I gasp audibly, and my body trembles as anticipation courses through me. She dares challenge me. I’m all for it. Laia’s a woman after my heart.

I flip her, her backside facing me. “Hug the tree, hold on to it,” I whisper in her ear, biting it as my fingers trace her spine. “You better be a good girl and take it like a pro.”

I guide myself to her entrance, feeling her wetness welcome me. It’s like my size is going to tear her apart, but she takes meslowly, inch by agonizing inch. Her gasps are like music to my ears, and I fight to keep control as she stretches around me.

“Fuck,” I moan, my back arching. It’s so good; she’s so wet and accommodating despite my size.

“Irix!” she screams as I thrust in halfway. My cock curves right about here.

Kneading her ass, I growl, “We’re just halfway in, Laia.” Slowly, I move an inch deeper. Her pussy pulses around me, sucking in my cock.

“What are you… doing?” she hisses as she moans, hugging the tree while glancing at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me hard. Show me what you got, Mr. Big Bad Minotaur! ”

Her eyes throw me that challenge, and there’s no way for me to say no to that. I push deeper. Harder.

Laia cries out as I fill her completely. The pleasure is intense—almost too much—and we move together with a ferocity that consumes us both.

“Your cock…” she moans, her eyes wide.

“It’s a bit curved.” I fuck her ear with my tongue. In and out. “It hits the spot better, right?”

Her eyes roll back in answer as she squirts, coming and screaming her lungs out, “Irix!”

The slapping of flesh against flesh intensifies. Seeing her come for me, I lost it.

The rhythm becomes a blur of sensation: thrusts and moans and whispered curses lost in the night air. I pick her up from the ground and turn her around. Her legs snake around my waist, and we kiss again, lost in pleasure.

“Irix,” she gasps as her back hits another tree. My hips move faster. I push and push to that elusive climax we both want to reach.

“Laia!” I let out a roar as I plunged all the way; at the same time, I reach the top with her. Pleasure takes hold of my body,traveling from my spine to my head, where it explodes into stars. I haven’t felt this much pleasure in years.

Sex was just sex, but this, what’s going on between us, I can’t even describe it with just a word.

Her honey gushes out of her as I pull my cock out of her core. We’re both spent, panting heavily against each other. Our gazes lock as I slowly put her down over her torn tunic.

What now? This is the first time, I’m confused. What comes next?

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LAIA

Isit by the stream, knees pulled to my chest, staring at the water as it rushes over the rocks. The encounter with Irix left me shaken. I ran away from him yesterday despite my shaky legs. It was kind of funny as I wobbled around, but that was all I could do at that time.

His touch was searing, his kiss a consuming fire. But what does it mean? I can't deny the pull he has over me, but am I just falling into another trap? I wrap my arms tighter around myself, telling myself that this is payment—my body for their protection.

The air is cool, the scent of grass and damp earth mingling with the faintest hint of smoke from our campfire. The stream's babble should be soothing, but my mind races, refusing to calm. The memory of Irix's hands on me, his lips claiming mine with such force, it sends my senses into overdrive. I close my eyes, trying to push away the confusion and fear that gnaw at me.

Along with this endless desire that seems to consume every waking moment of my life. And at night, it helps chase the nightmares away.

Soft footsteps on the mossy ground pull me from my thoughts. Kael approaches quietly, his presence a stark contrastto Irix's fiery intensity. He sits down beside me without a word, his calm eyes scanning my face.

“Laia,” he says gently, breaking the silence. “You’ve been avoiding Irix. Did he do something?”

I swallow hard, unsure how to respond. My gaze shifts back to the stream. “It’s... complicated,” I finally whisper.

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