Mike stirred in the infirmary, his body trembling as flashes of the earlier events flooded his mind. The faces of the kid, Mira—her captured, helpless form and the snake demon haunted him. He bit his lip hard, his teeth breaking through the skin. Blood dripped down his chin as pain and shame consumed him.
Lyria and Elara rushed to his side, both wearing concerned expressions. Lyria reached out, gently placing her hand on his cheek. "Mike, stop! You're hurting yourself," she whispered, her voice filled with worry. Her other hand glowed with healing magic, closing the wound on his lip as quickly as it had opened.
Elara stood beside her, arms crossed but her face soft with concern. "You're not alone in this, Mike," she said firmly. "We'll find Mira. But you need to calm down."
Mike's hands were still shaking, the weight of his cowardice pressing heavily on him. "I left them....I left them both to die," he mumbled, tears mixing with the blood on his lips.
Elara sat beside him, leaning in close to him with a reassuring touch on his shoulder. "We'll figure this out. You're not running anymore."
The scene shifted to the queen's royal meeting room. Queen Selena, seated at the head of a long table, addressed her advisors, her eyes steely with resolve. "The kingdom is at a level one threat," she declared, her voice echoing in the room. "Tighten the security around every corner. The demon must be found, and Mira returned."
The advisors nodded in unison as the queen stood. "I have an important task to attend to," she added before vanishing from the room in a burst of magical energy.
Meanwhile, Lyria and Elara searched outside the kingdom's walls, their minds focused on locating any sign of Mira or the demon. Back in his room, Mike sat alone, staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down his face as guilt clawed at him. The events played over and over in his mind the moment he ran, the kid's thumbs-up, and the demon's words. "Black Rose."
Unable to sleep, Mike remembered the strange old man's warning. He stood up, grabbing a long, decorative curtain from the window and fashioning a makeshift rope. With security on high alert, sneaking out was his only option. He climbed out, heart pounding, slipping through the shadows until he found the old man's house once again.
"You've come," the old man said, sitting outside, as if he had been waiting all along. "I told you tragedy would lead you here."
"Tell me what I need to do," Mike demanded, his voice cracking. "I can't sit by and do nothing. Mira…..... she's going to die, and it'll be because of me."
The old man chuckled dryly, though there was no joy in his laugh. "Mira won't die for three days, not until the full moon. The demon plans to sacrifice her along with another woman. But you...." the old man pointed at Mike..... "you're not strong enough to stop him yet."
Mike clenched his fists. "Then what do I need to do?"
"You have to awaken your magic power," the old man replied. "But advanced magic is beyond you for now. What you can do is break the holy blood barrier and activate your sensory skill to the maximum. There is one way."
Mike felt a sudden sense of dread creep up his spine as the old man's words sank in. "What way?"
The old man smirked. "You'll need the help of another princess, someone close. It will take a....unique bond between you to make it work."
Mike blushed, realizing what the old man was suggesting. "You mean...I can't ask them to do that!"
As Mike turned to leave, embarrassed and conflicted, the old man's voice stopped him. "You think you can save her on your own? If Mira dies, this kingdom will fall apart. And besides....…" The old man glanced behind him, ".....they already know."
Mike turned, his heart skipping a beat as Lyria and Elara appeared from the shadows, their invisibility spell lifting. Both of them blushed deeply, but their faces were resolute.
"We heard everything," Elara admitted, her voice quiet but determined.
Lyria stepped forward. "We'll do whatever it takes to save Mira."
Mike's head spun with the weight of it all, the pressure building. The old man stepped forward and placed a hand on Mike's head. "I'm giving you something more important than magic.....my memories. You'll inherit a hundred years' worth of fighting skills. Use them wisely."
Before Mike could say anything, the old man's body erupted in a burst of light, his voice echoing in Mike's mind. It's up to you now. Mira….... the kid.....they all believed in you. What are you going to do?
As the light faded, Mike fell to his knees, overwhelmed by the flood of memories and skills suddenly rushing through his mind. Elara and Lyria ran to his side, both of them kneeling beside him.
"I'm sorry," Mike whispered, his voice hoarse. "I won't run away anymore."
He pulled both of them into a tight hug, feeling their warmth and strength. "I won't ignore either of you. We're in this together."
Later that night, in Elara's private chamber, the three of them sat together, their connection deepening as they prepared for the ritual that would awaken Mike's potential. Though the atmosphere was charged with emotion, they found comfort in each other's presence, sharing a deep bond that would carry them forward in the battles to come.
As the ritual began in Elara's room, the atmosphere between the three of them thickened with anticipation. The dim light cast soft shadows on the walls, heightening the intimate mood. Elara and Lyria sat close to Mike, the air between them buzzing with unspoken tension and trust.
Lyria, always confident and bold, was the first to break the quiet. She gently placed her hand on Elara's boobs, her fingers tracing softly along her skin. Elara shivered at the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as her cheeks flushed. The closeness between the two women was undeniable, their bond deeper than words could express.
Mike watched for a moment, feeling the warmth radiate from both women. He hesitated but then followed Lyria's lead, his hand mimicking her movements. He touched Elara's nipples softly, feeling her tremble under his fingers. The connection between them grew with each soft gesture, and then Mike turned his attention to Lyria, his hand grazing her boobs as well. Both women leaned into his touch, sharing in the intimacy.
The room filled with soft gasps, teasing laughter, and stolen glances. Lyria leaned into Mike, a playful smile on her lips as she whispered, "Think you can keep up?" Her teasing was light, but the emotions between them were deep, and Mike responded with a grin, his hands becoming bolder with each passing moment.
He alternated between touching Lyria and Elara, his fingers exploring carefully, still conscious of the bond they were creating.
Lyria extended her tongue, and Mike mirrored her, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. Elara felt a rush of heat watching them, her heart racing as her left hand instinctively found its way to her clitoris, fingers brushing over her sensitive skin. Lyria noticed Elara's growing arousal but decided to tease her a bit longer, knowing that jealousy would heighten the tension. With a mischievous smile, Mike pushed Lyria down onto the bed, her body arching invitingly as he lifted her ass toward him. Elara watched, feeling a mix of shyness and jealousy swirling inside her. Unable to resist, she began licking her left hand while her right hand teased her clit, lost in the intoxicating atmosphere.
In front of Elara, Mike shoved his dick inside Lyria's vagina. The room echoed with a soft moan, and Mike continued while Elara's arousal reached its maximum point.
"Mike, please slow down a bit. Not so rough," Lyria moaned loudly.
Mike changed positions, with Lyria lying on her back as he started having sex with her while leaning over her. The moans became louder as Elara's own playing intensified.
Slowly, Mike started teasing Lyria's clit with one hand while having rough sex. Lyria moaned as loudly as she could. In the end, Lyria began squirting hard while Mike still hadn't ejaculated.
"Haa, let me take some rest. I am sensitive now," Lyria panted on the bed while covering her eyes with her elbow.
Mike's penis was still erect; he hadn't satisfied himself yet. Lyria looked at Elara, who was wet.
"She is ready now," Lyria said as she moved towards Elara.
Lyria locked Elara's hand and silenced her with a deep kiss, shoving her tongue inside Elara's mouth. Elara surrendered, completely absorbed in the moment.
"Now, she is ready for it, Mike," Lyria said, then moved to sit beside Elara's head while holding her hand.
Mike, in a completely aroused state and unable to hold back, touched Elara's vagina gently.
"Wait! Not there. Ahhhhhhh!" Elara began to moan.
Slowly, Mike pushed his penis inside Elara's vagina.
"Wait, it hurts," Elara gasped, shaking her head, desperate to shake off the pain.
Mike's gaze darkened as he saw the blood staining the bedsheet. An electric shock coursed through him, blending the pain and memories of the old man with his own. He felt both terror and a twisted exhilaration, knowing he was crossing boundaries.
"Don't worry; you will soon feel the pleasure," Lyria whispered, her voice sultry and commanding. "After that, you won't be able to escape it." She sealed Elara's mouth with a deep, lingering kiss, pouring all her energy into it.
Mike hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of Elara's vulnerability beneath him. But then, he began to move slowly, his thrusts cautious yet deliberate, testing the waters.
As pleasure and excitement flooded Elara's body, her nipples hardened, and she began to lick Lyria's tongue with fervor, her arousal spiraling higher.
"I can't take it anymore," Mike growled, the primal need within him surfacing. He picked up the pace, driving into Elara with a ferocity that left her gasping.
Lyria, ever the seductress, leaned toward Elara's breast and began licking her armpit, savoring the sweetness of her skin. The dual sensations sent Elara's mind into a frenzy, her breath quickening as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
"Wait, no more! I can't take.... Ahhhhhhh.... it!" Lyria's eyes fluttered closed, her body vibrating with ecstasy, lost in the moment.
"Oh, Elara, you look so cute," Lyria purred, capturing Elara's lips in another passionate kiss. She could feel Elara's heart racing, and it drove her wild. Slowly, she began licking her way down to Elara's breast, each touch igniting sparks between them.
"Wait, no..... Ahhhhhhh!" Elara cried out, her body arching, caught between the pleasure and the overwhelming sensations swirling around her.
Lyria grinned wickedly, her left arm gliding down to Elara's clitoris while her right hand locked Elara's arm in place. She sucked on Elara's breast violently, and Elara lost all control, her body responding instinctively as she started squirting hard.
As Lyria and Mike fell back momentarily, Elara's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her body still trembling from the release.
"Ahhhhhhh.... Don't look!" Elara cried, covering her vagina with her hands, but it only heightened Lyria's amusement.
"Don't be shy, Elara; your expression is adorable." Lyria gently removed Elara's hands, resuming her fervent suckling on her breasts, each motion deliberate and teasing.
"No, not anymore! I'm feeling it more!" Elara cried, shaking as another wave of pleasure washed over her.
"I have an idea," Lyria said with a smirk, pausing her movements.
With a wave of her hand, Lyria used her magic to lift Elara, handing her over to Mike. Mike felt a rush of embarrassment, but it was overshadowed by an insatiable arousal. The moment felt electric, charged with their collective desires.
Mike held Elara in a standing position, her body pressed against his as she faced Lyria. In this intimate stance, he began to push himself inside her again, his movements slow and sensual at first.
Elara had just experienced a powerful release, and the sensation was overwhelming. Tears brimmed in her eyes as pleasure pushed her beyond her limits, and she began to cry, the emotions spilling over. This vulnerability only aroused Mike and Lyria further.
"I can't control myself anymore; you are too cute, Elara." Lyria's voice dripped with lust as she leaned in, licking Elara's clitoris slowly before becoming more aggressive.
Mike's thrusts became more urgent, each movement sending shockwaves through Elara's body. Just when she thought it couldn't get any more intense, he lost all restraint, driving into her fiercely as he felt his climax building.
With a final thrust, Mike ejaculated inside her just as Elara fainted, her body unable to handle the pleasure.
Before she slipped into unconsciousness, the three of them connected in a wave of shared emotions, feeling the old man's memories intertwining with their own desires. The chapter concluded with Mike awakening the old man's memory completely, his identity shifting as the echoes of the past and present collided.