A few minutes ago…
Ramla's breath hitched as Jason's hands gripped her hips, pulling her tighter against him. Her fingers dug into the sheets, clawing for purchase as he moved with a rhythm that left her dizzy. She could feel the heat of his yang essence surging through her, filling her to the brim until it threatened to spill over. Her body trembled, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it. Too much, she thought, her mind fogging as her vision blurred. And then, with a final, shuddering thrust, Jason pushed her over the edge. She gasped, her back arching as her world went white.
Ramla went unconscious, her body sprawled across the bed, still trembling faintly from the aftershocks. Jason sat back, breathing heavily, his chest glistening with sweat. He looked down at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. She's perfect, he thought, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. But as he admired her, he felt a presence behind him.
Soft arms wrapped around his waist, and a warm body pressed against his back. Jason didn't need to turn to know who it was. "A-Adea," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. He could feel her trembling against him, her breath hot against his skin. She clung to him tightly, as though afraid he might slip away.
"You gave her everything," Adea whispered, her voice tinged with jealousy. "I saw the way you looked at her, the way you touched her. I want to feel that love too~."
Jason turned slowly, his hands coming up to cup her face. Her half-elven features were delicate, her eyes shimmering with a mix of longing and envy. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Is that what this is about?" he asked, his voice gentle but probing. "Jealousy?"
Adea's breath caught, her cheeks flushing. She looked away, but Jason didn't let her escape. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, and she shivered. "You have no reason to be jealous," he murmured. "You're just as important to me as she is."
Adea's breath hitched, and she pressed herself closer to him, her body betraying her desire. Jason's hands slid down her back, pulling her against him as he kissed her deeply. She melted into him, her jealousy forgotten as his warmth enveloped her.
He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. "You're mine," he said, his voice rough with need. "And I'll take you just as I took her."
Adea's heart raced, her body responding to his words before her mind could fully process them. Jason's hands were everywhere, his touch igniting a fire within her that she couldn't control. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed and laying her down beside her sister.
He paused for a moment, his gaze flicking between the two women. Ramla was still unconscious, her body a beautiful contrast to Adea's trembling form. Jason's lips curved into a smirk as he leaned down, his breath hot against Adea's ear. "You're going to be jealous of her no more," he promised.
His hands slid under her dress, his fingers finding the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Adea gasped, her hips lifting off the bed as he teased her. "Jason~," she moaned, her voice trembling.
He chuckled, the sound low and wicked. "That's it," he murmured. "Let me hear you."
His fingers dipped lower, and Adea's breath hitched as he found her core. She was already wet, her body betraying her desire for him. Jason's smile widened as he slid a finger inside her, his thumb circling her clit in slow, deliberate motions.
Adea's hands gripped the sheets, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her. "Jason~," she moaned again, her voice shaking.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck as he added another finger, stretching her slowly. "You're so tight," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "But I'll make you ready for me."
Adea whimpered, her body trembling as he worked her open. His fingers moved with a rhythm that left her gasping, her hips rocking against his hand. She could feel the tension building within her, her body coiling tighter and tighter.
And then, as she teetered on the edge, Jason pulled his fingers away. Adea whimpered in protest, her body aching for his touch. But Jason wasn't done with her. He moved between her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice firm.
Adea's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. Her breath caught as she saw the hunger in his eyes. "Jason~," she whispered, her voice trembling with the need for his love.
He smiled, a slow, wicked curve of his lips. "Tell me what you want," he said, his voice dropping to a low growl.
Adea's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. "I want your love," she breathed. "I want all of you."
Jason's smile widened, and he thrust into her in one smooth motion. Adea gasped, her body arching as he filled her completely. He was so much bigger than she expected, the stretch sending a delicious ache through her.
Jason felt her primordial soothing him, just like her sister. He looked down at her the same way he looked at Ramla now. Making Adea snap back from the pain of breaking her hymen.
She smiled widely at him. This was all she needed. That fierce look of passionate love.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "Take me."
He began to move, his hips rocking against hers in a rhythm that left her breathless. Adea's hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as pleasure coursed through her. She could feel every inch of him, the heat of his hardness burning through her as he claimed her.
Jason's breath came in ragged gasps as he drove into her, his movements growing more urgent. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. Adea moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his every touch.
"You're mine," he growled against her lips, his voice fierce. "Mine."
Adea's arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer as she surrendered completely to him. Her body trembled with pleasure, her mind consumed by the intensity of their connection. And as Jason's pace quickened, she knew there was no turning back.
"Jason," she moaned, her voice trembling. "I'm close."
His lips curved into a smirk, and he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Then come for me," he commanded, his voice low and rough.
Adea's body obeyed, pleasure crashing over her in waves as she cried out his name. Jason groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed her over the edge, his yang essence pouring into her in a flood of heat.
He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Adea's arms wrapped around him, holding him close as her body relaxed to sleep.
Jason sat quietly at the edge of the bed, his gaze distant and heavy. Ramla and Adea rested, their breathing steady, a calmness washing over their previously tense forms. Yet the storm inside Jason hadn't completely subsided. The fiery Yang energy still roiled within him, though muted. His attention turned to Nea, who sat in the corner of the room, clutching her knees, her face a mix of anger, sadness, and something else—betrayal.
Jason stood and approached her cautiously, his heart heavy with the weight of what had transpired. He knelt down in front of her, keeping a respectful distance.
"Nea," he began softly, his voice laced with regret. "I know how this must look. I know how you must feel."
Nea's eyes snapped up to meet his, her expression sharp and defensive. "Do you?" she shot back, her voice shaking. "Do you really know? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you've taken everything from us! From me!"
Jason winced at her words, his chest tightening. "I never wanted this," he said earnestly. "I never wanted to put any of you through this. You, Ramla, Adea—you've all been dragged into this because of me. Because of the Leviathan's blood. And I…" He paused, his voice faltering. "I hate myself for it."
Nea's grip on her knees tightened, her knuckles white. "You hate yourself? What about us, Jason? What about how we feel? Do you think this is just some accident we'll forgive because you're in pain? You used them, used my sisters!"
Jason flinched at her accusation, but he didn't look away. He met her gaze, his eyes filled with sorrow. "You're right," he admitted. "I did use them. Not because I wanted to, but because I had no choice. This power inside me—it's not something I can control. It's consuming me, Nea. And if I don't find a way to balance it, I'll lose myself. Or worse… I'll die."
Nea's expression softened just slightly, her anger giving way to a flicker of concern, though her distrust remained. "So what? You expect me to just… accept that? To give myself to you like they did?"
Jason shook his head vehemently. "No," he said firmly. "I don't expect anything from you, Nea. I don't want to force you into anything. But I need you to understand… I care about you. About all of you. You're not just some solution to this. You're more than that. You and your sisters mean so much to me. And if there was any other way, any other choice, I'd take it."
Nea's eyes searched his, looking for some sign of deceit, some reason not to believe him. But all she saw was the sincerity in his words and the pain etched into his face.
"Why us, Jason?" she asked after a long silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why did it have to be us?"
Jason looked down, his hands clenching into fists. "I don't know," he said, his voice heavy with frustration. " It's not fair. None of this is fair. But I promise you, Nea, I'll make this right. I'll protect you and your sisters. I swear it."
Nea's gaze softened further, though the conflict in her heart was still evident. She wanted to believe him, to trust him, but the fear of being used lingered.
"Words are easy, Jason," she said quietly. "Prove it. Prove that you care about us. That we're not just tools to you."
Jason nodded, his resolve strengthening. "I will," he said firmly. "I'll prove it to you, Nea. Whatever it takes."
The tension In the room remained, but something shifted between them—a fragile thread of understanding, a glimmer of trust waiting to be earned.