Ethan was in a another world as he sucked and licked Sophia's breast. "Oh look at this, we haven't start sex and I already feel like cumming" Ethan stopped fondling her breast as he focused on masturbating. He was reaching his limit fast, moving his dick towards Sophia's face he shoot his essence all over her face.
"How does that feel huh? The beautiful proud Sophia's is begging to escape my cock hahahahaha, where's your dignity."
Liam suddenly appeared behind him as he swung the sword in his hand, "You are going to die for what you said."
Ethan, unfazed by Liam's feeble attempt to strike, uttered a mocking laugh. The silver sword lingered menacingly close to his neck, a stark reminder of the tension that enveloped the room. But just as the fatal blow seemed imminent, the unexpected occurred – the sword's advance halted, suspended by an indecisive force.
Behind Ethan, Liam stood frozen, wrestling with his internal demons. The silver blade, a symbol of retribution, poised for vengeance, lingered precariously close to Ethan's exposed neck. Sophia, her arm firmly bound to the bed, observed the unfolding drama with a mix of dread and fascination.
In a split second, Liam's resolve wavered, and the sword's deadly trajectory stalled. A surge of conflicting emotions swept over him – the desire for justice wrestled with the reluctance to harm a once cherished friend. The tension hung palpably, a tableau frozen in uncertainty.
Ethan, seizing the opportunity, acted with newfound awareness. He clamped his hand around the sword's sharp edge, a daring move that caught both Liam and Sophia off guard. With a swift and powerful kick, he sent Liam hurtling across the room, the silver blade slipping from his grasp as he collided with a wall and slid down.
As Liam, now dazed, sat on the floor, Sophia, confined and helpless, could only watch the unfolding tragedy. Ethan, wielding the silver sword like an ominous emblem, approached the fallen Liam. The room echoed with an unsettling silence, broken only by Sophia's muffled sobs.
Reaching Liam, Ethan seized his hair, pulling him upright. A strange glint flickered in Ethan's eyes as he observed the weakened and struggling figure before him. Despite Liam's evident difficulty breathing, fading consciousness, and feeble attempts to stand, his primary concern remained steadfast – the desire to protect and help those in need.
"Do you love her so much?" Ethan questioned, a sinister edge lacing his words.
*Cough* *Cough*
"I-I don't lo...love her, b-but....*cough* it's something I-I would do for any..*cough* of my f-fri-friend I-In trouble," Liam managed to articulate, his hands clinging desperately to Ethan's shoulder, gradually slipping away as his strength waned.
With an eerie calmness, Ethan, seemingly impervious to the gravity of his actions, responded, "See you in the afterlife, brother." The silver sword descended through Liam's stomach, pinning him to the unforgiving wall.
"Noooooooooooo!!!!! LIAM!!!!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, ETHAN!!! WHY!!" Sophia's anguished cries filled the room as tears streamed down her face. Bound by her restraints, she was a witness to the heart-wrenching tragedy unfolding before her eyes.
The room sank into an eerie silence, disrupted only by Sophia's stifled sobs. Ethan, standing over the lifeless body of Liam, found himself plagued by confusion. Despite the substance coursing through his veins, a strange sense of disquiet gnawed at him. The memories of his previous encounter with Liam's demise clashed with the unsettling reality before him.
The once-dominant elation from Ethan's perceived invincibility crumbled as a searing pain erupted in his head. A glance at his palm revealed a wound that resisted healing, dispelling the potent substance from his body. Sophia, perceptive to the unfolding events, understood the sacrifice Liam had made. The silver sword had served as both a weapon and a cure, severing the ethereal bond that tethered Ethan to his invulnerability.
A series of thuds echoed as Heidi rushed into the room, breathless and alarmed. Sophia, her emotions a tumultuous storm, gestured toward Liam, prompting Heidi to inspect the scene. Unveiling herself from the hooded cloak, Heidi attended to Sophia, wiping away the traces of Ethan's semen. The gravity of the situation dawned on the rest of the group as they entered the room, still reeling from the dreams that had ensnared them until Heidi woke them up.
Amid the chaos, Liam lay in a precarious state. Leo and Moris gingerly removed the silver sword embedded in his stomach, revealing signs of life, albeit faint. The group, bewildered and disoriented, struggled to comprehend the unfolding events, grappling with the newfound complexities of their unfamiliar surroundings.
Ethan, now cleansed of the mysterious substance, exhibited a profound weariness. His eyes, once filled with vitality, now mirrored an emptiness that hinted at the toll exacted by the recent ordeal. From the shadows beneath the bed, a bottle rolled into view. Ethan, with a soft and tired voice, directed the attention toward it.
"That bottle, f-feed him. It will cure him," he murmured, his eyes closing as fatigue enveloped him.