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Lindon was worried. There are times where he wasn’t. Combat, funnily enough, helps focus his mind off of those worries. And then there was cycling because focusing on not choking on his own lungs is its own worry by itself. And sometimes, there was talking to Yerin.
He couldn’t do any of those as Yerin pulled his arm and kissed him.
It was rough, it was a surprise and Lindon can’t say his first kiss was all that enjoyable but he was more surprised that he was okay with this. It felt like leftover honey sticking to his lips. He tried to regather himself but Yerin pressed him to the ground.
He stared at her as she stopped, pushing back up to breathe. Her eyes were deep and dark, full of a yearning that Lindon would only saw when she was talking about the sacred arts. Not— whatever they’re doing. Making out? Lindon wouldn’t know anything about romance; in his home of Sacred Valley, the thought of a relationship for him was so laughable that it was unthought of.
And now here he was, with Yerin. A girl he only knew for half a year. A girl who is above him in advancement so much so that it was like looking up from the bottom of a mountain. Lindon could question this situation if her kiss didn’t stun his mind like she stuck him with a Ruler technique from an illusion path.
“Not, not half bad, true?” Yerin, despite her Iron Body, was still breathing heavily, a flush on her cheeks. At least she looked as equally embarrassed as Lindon feels.
Lindon gave a shallow nod. “Yes—” His throat was rough and he cleared it. “Apologies, but what, what was that for?” He couldn’t look into her eyes anymore as he felt heat creeping up on his neck.
Panting was the only answer he got for a few instants and he thought she was going to notice his growing arousal. “I don’t know.” She looked outside, the fire going out. “... Just felt right.”
Lindon tried to cycle his pure core to calm his emotions. It didn’t work. “Okay.” She was still over him and as he looked back at her, her hair was a matted mess, the sacred artist robe she’s been wearing since they’ve got here has been burnt and cut all over, and her goldsign aimed at him like she was going to stab him with it.
She was beautiful.
And that was when Lindon’s dam was crushed.
Yerin wanted to stab herself.
She went with a gut feeling and now all she could feel was the tension on Lindon. She ruined the only friendship she ever had because she was scared of being alone again. The fear of Jai Long’s duel weighed in and now all she have is her master and her unwelcomed guest to talk to in the future. And Eithan.
That barely counts though.
Lindon suddenly grabbed and pulled on her robe, dragging her face down into his kiss. Surprise went into her eyes as she started to kiss him back. She felt like a fool. He didn’t reject her feelings at all— he didn’t even say anything of the sort and here she was, mind running around like a horse.
They kept kissing but Yerin’s hands got antsy so she started to explore Lindon’s body. As he was before, Yerin thought she would find a boy with a baby’s body. But now, well within his journey into the sacred arts, his body was turning more and more into a sculpture. Toned muscles could be felt within every brush of her fingers on his large frame and Yerin didn’t feel an ounce of a scar on him. The power of his Iron Body.
Lindon copied Yerin, his hands running up and down her back, tracing paths through her multitudes of scars through her tattered robe. He relaxed in her hands, his permanent glare turning tender. A warm brush went across her skin as Lindon went under her robe and held her at her hips. His hands stayed there as he broke their kiss. He panted. “What are we doing?”
… What are they doing?
Yerin pressed herself up, her hands on his chest, and then felt a blazing heat go through her like the sun decided to stick close onto her back.
… They were making out. In the middle of a cave where they were training for Lindon's impossible duel in 6 months...
Oh.
Yerin was very aware of Lindon’s needs now. A deep need kindled within her as she gave him a quick peck on the cheeks and said: “We’re doing the most natural thing in the world.” She pulled out his erection through a torn hole in his robes. “Don’t tell me your clan didn’t tell you how babies were made.”
Shock and worry went through Lindon’s face like lightning. “Wait what—”
She went down on him, pulling her robes to make a hole for her own sex to meet his own. It filled her like a warm winter’s meal and made her cramp like one too. She didn’t account for Lindon’s size, it didn’t feel much in her hand but a small part of her lavished in the surprise. A groan came from both of their lips and when she felt ready, she buckled against him.
Pleasure shot threw her and she went harder. Faster. Until she couldn’t feel anything else but the sweat against her and Lindon’s body. His hands tried to anchor her but they felt weak against her senses as she rode him like a warhorse.
She came quickly after that, a scream that tore through the mountains and if she was in a different state of mind, tore through the ground that would be her grave of death from embarrassment. Lindon quickly came after her. She fell slack against him and slipped off of his arousal. They stayed like that for a while, breathing each other’s scent, fully spent from their deed.
Eithan Arelius saw everything. Unfortunately. Cassias did too and they both stared at the small cave from the Trial’s operating room.
“Eithan?”
“I do not want to hear it.”
“I didn’t want to hear that—” Cassias stared into the cave like it held his lifelong rival. “Either but here we are. You owe me fifty scales.”
And an apology. And he owed Yerin some birth control pills. Eithan rolled the Spirit Manifestation pill in his pocket. He was planning on bringing this to Yerin today and some Truegold scales for Lindon’s Blackflame core but… this wasn’t something he had planned.
It was rare that his plans have an empty spot but these children have a habit of exposing his long standing weaknesses. Like having sex nearly the moment he was going to drop in for his dramatic entrance.
Eithan signed and pulled out a bag of fifty scales.
Bloopers:
Lindon copied Yerin, his hands running up and down her back, tracing paths through her multitudes of scars through her tattered robe. He relaxed in her hands, his permanent glare turning tender. A warm brush went across her skin as Lindon went under her robe and held her at her hips. His hands stayed there as he broke their kiss. He panted. “What are we doing?”
“I’m asking myself the same thing.” Eithan turned into the cave.
Yerin stabbed him with her goldsign.
Orthos heard a scream that tore through the mountains and felt something between his contract.
And after he realized what that feeling was— he wished he didn’t. So he went back to sleep in hopes that his madness would wipe away the memory.