章節 14: First Bond *

Warlock Ch 14. First Bond

"You're telling me that I get stronger by... by doing this?" Damian asked, his voice a little unsteady as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

Evelyn nodded slowly, her hand reaching out to rest on his arm. "Yes. The bond isn't just physical, but this is where it begins. The more intimate we are, the more connected we become. The magic between us grows."

Damian's mind raced, caught between logic and instinct. He wasn't naive—he knew how relationships worked. But this situation transcended anything he'd encountered before.

Evelyn's gaze held him. She leaned closer. Her touch wasn't just physical; it seemed to resonate with the mana flow within him. Her hand traced a line down Damian's arm, sending a shiver through his body. Her touch was electric, igniting a heat that ran beneath his skin, and it was hard to think straight.

Her fingers trailed across his chest, exploring with a confidence that spoke of her familiarity with magic—and with seduction. Damian caught his breath as her hand slipped lower, her intentions clear. His face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as her fingers brushed against his growing arousal through the fabric of his pants.

Evelyn looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with something mischievous and knowing. With deliberate slowness, she began to unbutton her own clothes, her movements calculated to keep his gaze riveted. Her skin came into view.

Evelyn kissed him again, her lips pressing firmly against his, drawing him into a deep, intoxicating connection that made his head spin. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring, as she guided his hands to her newly bared skin, encouraging him to explore.

Once again, she knelt before him, the sound of his zipper being pulled down felt shockingly loud in the quiet room. Her warm breath against his exposed skin sent another jolt through him, and he gasped softly. Evelyn's lips brushed against his erection, a teasing promise before she took him in her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and Damian's hands found their way into her hair, his fingers threading through softly.

He moaned. It wasn't just physical pleasure—it was as if every nerve in his body was being awakened, heightened. He felt connected to Evelyn in a way he couldn't fully understand, their burgeoning bond pulling them closer on a level that was as much magical as it was physical. It was weird.

'I want more…' he thought.

Driven by instinct and the surging power within him, Damian gently pulled Evelyn up, his hands guiding her back against him. The shift in dynamic was palpable as he took the initiative, his earlier hesitance replaced by growing confidence. He guided her, positioning her as his hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve.

With a mix of desire and determination, Damian aligned himself with her. He pushed forward, sheathing himself inside her with a firm thrust that drew a gasp from both of them. He started to move, setting a rhythm that was both needy and primal.

"Mhh…" Evelyn's responses drove him further, her moans and the clenching of her body around him. Their movements became more frantic, more desperate, as if they were both chasing something monumental.

[Pact Creation Lv. 1 Activated]

The notification flashed in the corner of his vision, barely registered by Damian amid the haze of pleasure.

'Is this what she was talking about?' he thought.

Evelyn's small moans filled the room. Damian moved with a rhythm that felt both foreign and instinctual to him. His body acted on its own accord, driven by a blend of desire and the pulsating magic that seemed to flow from Evelyn into him with every touch, every breath she took.

For a moment, Damian's mind went blank. He was a bartender, used to seeing things he could explain away by the end of the night, but nothing about this night was normal. Here he was, not just with a woman he'd just met, but engaging in something that felt like it bordered on the mystical.

'Am I losing my sanity?' he questioned internally as he continued, driven by a force he couldn't fully understand.

The thought that he might simply wake up in his own bed, imagining all of this as a bizarre dream, crossed his mind. The notion was oddly comforting. Maybe he would laugh about this, alone or with a random woman next to him, wondering if too many late nights had finally caught up to him.

But due every Evelyn moans, every sensations that coursed through him, reinforced that this was real. They reached the climax together, Damian felt a sensation unlike any other. It wasn't just physical—it was magical, so intense that it left him gasping for air, his heart pounding not just from the exertion but from the raw power that seemed to flood through him.

Evelyn's hand caressed his cheek gently, bringing him back from the sensations he'd just experienced.

"You did well," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to the intensity of the moment.

Damian propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her. "What just happened?" he asked, his voice hoarse. "Was that the... bond you were talking about?"

"Yes," Evelyn smiled, her eyes reflecting a spark of magic. "That was the beginning of our bond."

A notification seemed to flash before Damian's eyes.

[Witch's Arcane Gift Lv. 1]

[Partners: Evelyn Windward (Witch)]

[New Spells Unlocked!]

[Arcane Bolt Lv 1]: A basic offensive spell that fires a bolt of magical energy.

Damian blinked, still processing the notification that flashed before his eyes. It was strange, like something out of a game, but he knew better now. This wasn't some fantasy. He had unlocked an actual skill from what had just happened between him and Evelyn. His mind raced as he tried to wrap his head around it.

"Wait... so I actually got a skill from that?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. He sat up, looking at her, still trying to make sense of everything. "You said I'd get stronger, but I didn't think... like this."