The Phoenix soul: A legend Arises

Chapter 15: "I really am the chosen one"

As the Bijins entered, Thrain's usual confidence faded, and he fumbled over his words, his cheeks reddening as he glanced nervously between them. He muttered complaints under his breath, clearly thrown off by their unexpected arrival.

Meanwhile, Lynx, already standing close to the trio, was unable to hide his reaction. His face flushed, and it was evident that Emiri's presence alone had stirred something in him.

Thrain finally gathered some confidence and spoke up. "Why are you here?" he asked, his tone firm.

The Bijins exchanged glances before one of them replied, "We didn't fulfill our purpose last time."

"But wasn't it clear that I didn't want it?" Thrain countered, frustration in his voice.

"It was by the king's command," they replied smoothly. "And besides, you can't simply dismiss us. Not until the task is complete."

(Unbeknownst to Thrain, once he fulfilled this, the Bijins would technically become his, almost like concubines—a tradition bound by ancient rule.)

The Bijins began to approach, their steps graceful yet deliberate. By then, Lynx had already returned to Thrain's side, watching them with a mix of curiosity and caution.

"How did you manage to slip past the guards?" Thrain asked, attempting to keep his voice steady.

One of the Bijins gave him a cool look. "His Majesty's elite aren't to be questioned," she replied smoothly.

Thrain's mind raced, considering every possible escape, but it was clear there was no easy way out. And, as he thought about it, the idea of letting himself enjoy this moment, even while under watch, didn't seem so bad.

Akane, her porcelain skin and raven-black hair framing a delicate heart shaped face, moved gracefully forward. Her emerald eyes gleamed as she eased herself onto Thrain's lap, straddling him so they were face to face. Feeling his erection beneath her, she smirked.

"First time for this, isn't it, my prince?" She teased, her voice a soft challenge.

Thrain couldn't respond; he was too focused on holding himself back, struggling against the urge to tear away Akane's clothes. A warm, tingling sensation coursed through him, making it hard to think clearly. All he could do was close his eyes and tilt his head back, trying to steady himself. Akane noticed and gave a wicked smile.

"Should he be... Attended to?" Hikari asked Emiri, her gaze shifting to lynx, who was watching them intently, waiting for her approval.

Emiri leaned close to Hikari and whispered something with a sly smile. Moments later, Hikari began to walk toward Lynx, who immediately assumed it was finally his turn.

With a gentle touch, Hikari placed her hands on his chest, gliding over his shoulders and down his back in soothing, subtle movements. Her fingers pressed into key spots, easing his muscles in a way that made him melt into the moment. Just as he closed his eyes in bliss, with a fist of greenflames, she smacked the back of his head, sending him to sleep.

Thrain heard the unmistakable thud of Lynx falling, and his instincts screamed to check on his friend. But Akane's grip on his shoulders held him fast, her nails digging gently into his skin.

"Let me show you how it's done," she whispered huskily, her breath dancing across his ear. Her dress slid to the floor with a soft rustle, revealing the creamy expanse of her skin and her exterior breasts on display.

Thrain's eyes locked onto hers, his pulse racing. Akane's fingers traced the lines of his face, guiding his attention back to her.

As his left hand traced the curve of her spine, Akane's breath caught. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into his touch.

"You're a natural," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Thrain's restraint faltered. His hand drifted up to grasp the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His right hand cradled her curves, pulling her closer.

His lips buried in the softness of her neck, the scent of her skin intoxicating. Akane's moans grew louder, her body melting into his.

The sound of Lynx's fall faded into the background, forgotten in the haze of desire.

Hikari and Emiri observed with interest, their gazes locked on Thrain's passionate movements. Akane's soft moans filled the air as Thrain's lips lavished attention on her breasts.

"He's no novice," Hikari whispered, a hint of surprise in her voice. "He's had his share of experience."

Emiri's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "That boy's no innocent, indeed. His touch is confident, calculated."

Emiri's smile was knowing. "And Akane's clearly enjoying his expertise."

"But we're novices," Hikari whispered.

Emiri nodded. "Sheltered, protected. Never truly touched."

As Akane's pleasure grew, Emiri murmured, "Time to shed our innocence?"

Hikari's eyes locked onto Emiri's, curiosity flashing between them.

With unspoken understanding, Hikari and Emiri slipped into the intimate scene unfolding before them. Thrain's eyes locked onto theirs, his passion-fueled gaze drawing them in.

Akane's soft moans mingled with Thrain's labored breaths as the four bodies entwined, their movements a fluid dance of desire.

The room pulsed with tension, the air thick with anticipation.

And so, the night's forbidden pleasures unfolded, shrouding the four companions in a veil of ecstasy...

—

Thrain stood tall, his chest heaving with exhaustion, surveying the scene before him. The three women lay spent, their bodies glistening with sweat.

"It's surprising how much stamina I have," Thrain thought, a triumphant smirk spreading across his face. "I've outlasted three women."

Thrain declared, "I really am the chosen one!" His voice dripped with pride as he struck a triumphant pose, his nude form gleaming in the soft light.

With an air of swagger, he began to dance, his movements ridiculous and carefree. His hips swiveled, arms flailed, his penis swinging around and legs kicked out in an uncoordinated rhythm.

Thrain's dance concluded, he ambled over to the bed, where the three women lay. With a tender gesture, he drew his blanket over them, enveloping their naked forms in warmth.

As he gazed at them, his thoughts drifted. "It's astonishing," he mused, "that these captivating women were untouched, until now. Even I, once deemed a hopeless loser, have surpassed that milestone."

Thrain settled beside them, his pants the only garment separating him from total nudity. The soft glow of the room enveloped them, a tranquil haven of intimacy and shared secrets.

Thrain's gaze shifted from the women to Lynx's motionless form on the floor. A flicker of concern crossed his face.

"Lynx should have gotten up by now," Thrain thought, his brow furrowing. "What happened? He's taken worse beatings and bounced back like nothing."

Thrain's expression turned serious as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his pants rustling softly. He strode towards Lynx, his movements fluid and concerned.

"Lynx?" Thrain called softly, dropping to one knee beside his friend.

Thrain pushed Lynx onto his back, and as their skin made contact, he felt an unusual energy coursing through his body.

Lynx's unresponsive state, despite his evident arousal, raised an eyebrow. "What a pervert," Thrain thought, shaking his head.

Thrain's gentle shakes and even a light slap failed to rouse Lynx. Concern deepened, Thrain decided to use the blue flames he now controlled.

A delicate tendril of flame danced across Lynx's forehead. Instantly, Lynx's eyes snapped open, and he sprang upright with a jolt.

"What happened? Where are they?" Lynx exclaimed, wild-eyed and disoriented, scanning his surroundings frantically.

_____