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WARNING:

This chapter contains an explicit sex scene. Please read at your own discretion.

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"Desire is in men a hunger, in women, only an appetite."

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What was it that made this so different from the sex with Herrera? Before it took him a while to raise his lower elven parts. But this time, he was erect within a few minutes of getting started.

This contrast was nothing short of shocking. The previously shy princess and powerful warrior had softened into putty underneath his touch. Each time his fingers caressed her body, she elicited a sinful moan, sometimes even gasping his name. The wantonness apparent in her voice made him start to pant, his breath coming up in heated wisps, sweat glistening down his forehead and back. His lower body stirred with warmth and desire, hard and hot.

The stage was set, and their eyes met in the dark. Tristan could clearly see that Serene had now fully submitted to his will, and she was waiting for him to devour her.

"Now, surrender to me."

As if to emphasize his words, his hands traveled downwards to cup her buttocks. It was a simple yet forceful sentence, but it was enough to stir something inside her; before realizing, she instinctively gave him a wordless nod of approval. Tristan moved his knee away and inserted his elven parts into her folds. When he began to thrust roughly into her body, however, the pleasure she had felt melted into an intense, throbbing pain in her honeypot. Though she was soaked, the motion was simply too much for her. So it was true — this really was her first time. 

A subconscious part of him was alarmed at the thought of her first time being enveloped with pain; to account for her,  he began to prod more gently into her body, adjusting to a slow rhythm. But right as he started, he could feel her dainty fingers clawing his back.

"Don\'t. Stop!" She choked out before biting down on his shoulder, as if to emphasize her feelings.

No matter how innocent or inexperienced she was when it came to relationships, Serene was still a fierce warrior, a princess; it was inevitable that her demanding nature and aggression would make an appearance during their intimate night. This sudden distraction from his thoughts made Tristan hasten his thrusts, but again, her grip strengthened. It was a wordless warning.

Tristan knew the only way to eliminate the pain and replace it with pleasure was to continue pumping, keeping the momentum, but he still wondered about the woman beneath him. Would she be able to handle it? Heeding her silent commands, he tentatively started to move faster and faster. 

Fortunately, she soon grew accustomed to the speed, and the expression of pain on her face dissolved. Her core was slick and wet, and his shaft now felt comfortable thrusting in and out. She felt delectably warm and tight. The unrestrained moans that slipped between her lips acted as cue for him to pump a little bit harder. With each shove he gave his body, Tristan\'s pace increased, going faster and faster. In and out.

Now that they were joined together, the difference between having sex with Serene and the fire magician was palpable. Unlike Herrera, who was unable to adhere to his rhythm, Serene possessed the capability to do so eagerly, along with the grip and strength to follow each one of his thrusts. He had an inkling that it was due to her heightened battle power, which was far superior to that of the magician\'s. 

After pumping in and out of her core a few times, his movements became smoother, and the sensations flooding his mind became far more pronounced. The steady, measured tempo he kept up exhilarated Serene as she screamed once again, unbidden moans of ecstasy slipping out without so much as a thought. Serene, who had spent her days drown with responsibility, either conquering the battlefield as Valkyrie or busying herself with royalty duty,  had no time to chase her own need, now had a whole new world of pleasure opening up before her. 

The two possessed enough stamina to continue without rest; but even after hours of rough sex, it still felt as though they were teetering on the edge of a precipice. Blue-tinted morning light had begun to peek through the curtains, but although Tristan realized that he had experienced a profound sense of pleasure, the release he was looking for still managed to slip from his grasp.

Deciding to stop, his thrusts started to diminish. His chest heaved as he took a moment to catch his breath, shoulders slouching in discouragement. Barely a moment passed after he slowed down before Serene squeezed his shoulder into a tight hold, as if desperately asking him not to. In response, Tristan clutched both her hands.

"Serene… We are still not doing it right…"

He released her hands as the desire that had previously clouded the princess\' eyes dissipated. As her gaze cleared, she stared at him silently. A tangible, mutual feeling of slight disappointment hung in the air. She pondered a bit before muttering, "I heard… This would help…"

With bated breath, Serene raised one of her hands. She pressed the tips of her fingers onto his face, letting them linger there for a bit. She traced them softly down the length of his arm, then to his hand, interlocking her fingers with his before asking him to mimic the action.

"Like this?"

With a soft, patient touch, Tristan reciprocated, allowing his fingers to lock into hers, gently squeezing her palm while looking into her eyes. Serene\'s face had started to flush, apparent even in the dim bedroom.

"Try to feel me… My mind… My soul…"

Yet again, his thoughts turned to Katra. He was initially skeptical, and when he first heard about it, the concept sounded rather stupid to him. But he saw how serious Serene was being and decided to yield to the idea. They had tried everything else, he might as well follow suit.

In an instant, his Katra began to emerge, and immediately Tristan could feel the scent of her wonderful hair becoming sharper. Even the softness could be felt without him touching it. Each drop of sweat on her naked, trembling body, each tingle in his spine as she moved underneath, everything felt heightened to an intoxicating level. Tristan drank in the multitude of sensations with closed eyes when he suddenly felt something stir between their bound hands.

Concentrating on her beating pulse, he followed it in his mind\'s eye until he saw a bright light shimmering with a beautiful golden color. The light touched his Katra, initially emerging with a jolt that felt similar to a little lightning spark, before saturating into a steady and comfortable warmth that permeated through their intertwined fingers. Tristan could hardly believe his own senses. It felt like they were fully one. He could feel their pleasure merging and intensifying.

Is this what the elf means as bonding?

One thing was for certain; this euphoric sensation had only increased his desire for her.