"You have... such strong hands, Sol. I didn't know you had this kind of strength in you." Evara murmured into the furs, her voice thick and syrupy.

Sol didn't reply immediately. He couldn't. His breath was caught in his throat, held hostage by the sensory overload crashing over him.

It wasn't just the visual spectacle of her…though that alone was enough to drive a man insane. Evara was a masterpiece of primitive abundance. Lying on her stomach, her back was a sprawling landscape of smooth, burnished copper skin that glowed like molten metal in the firelight. Her spine dipped in a deep, elegant curve that led the eye inevitably down to the wideness of her hips and the heavy, plush swell of her buttocks, currently barely concealed by the loose, unraveled fiber wrap.

But what truly silenced him was the sensation buzzing beneath his skin.

As his palms pressed against her warm flesh, sliding from her shoulder blades down to the small of her back, he really felt it. It was distinct, unmistakable. It was a throbbing, magnetic heat that didn't originate from friction or the fire pit.

It was a current. A river of raw, unfiltered vitality.

It's real, Sol realized, his heart hammering against his bruised ribs like a trapped bird. The Path of the Body. My cells are drinking her in.

Unlike the mental energy he had harvested from the snake in the forest… which had felt cold, sharp, and crystalline, like ice water poured over his brain… this energy was different. It was warm. It was heavy. It was viscous, like hot honey or molten gold.

It seeped from Evara's healthy, robust body into his palms, traveling up his forearms and settling deep into his marrow. He could feel it pooling in the ache of his bruised ribs, wrapping around the micro-fractures in his shins, soothing the lingering, dull throb of the beating Vurok had given him.

"You are very tense here," Sol whispered, his voice dropping to that low, commanding timbre he had perfected, a sound that seemed to bypass the ears and resonate directly in the gut.

He leaned his weight forward, pressing his chest near her lower back, his breath blowing over her skin. He dug his thumbs into the erector spinae muscles, grinding out the tension with a slow, circular motion. Which elected another breathy moan from her mouth.

And simultaneously lean closer, his hardening cock pressing against her ass, as his lip grazed near her ear, "You're really tight everywhere, Evara," he murmured, dragging his nails lightly down her spine just to watch her shudder.

She arches into your touch with a throaty laugh, rolling her hips backward, unintentionally grinding against his erection. "Mmm, and that's why I bought you home, now do your magic?" she teases, glancing over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes. "You keep 'looking' at me like that, boy, and I might forget all about my aching back."

Hearing this he didn't answer and focused on her burning hot body, his fingers sliding lower, tracing the dimples above her ass as she couldn't help but gasp due to pressure… her breath hitching when he pressed two fingers hard against the base of her spine.

Sol's hands slide lower, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he grinds himself against her ass, the rough fabric of his loincloth catching against her bare skin.

"Aghhh—!" Evara jerks forward, her fingers clawing at the furs beneath her as your thumbs work circles into the tense muscles framing her tailbone. "You're—ah—really cruel," she pants, her thighs squeezing together involuntarily. A wet patch darkens the fabric between her legs, the scent of her arousal thickens in the air. He smirked, leaning down to skid a hot stripe up her spine just to feel her tremble. "Cruel?" he murmurs against her skin, breathing hot air agianst the curve of her shoulder. "Or just thorough?"

Her laugh comes out ragged as she twists beneath him, her back arching off the furs. "Cheeky little brat," she gasps, her hand flying back to grab a fistful of his hair. "You think—nngh—just because I'm letting you touch—" Her words dissolve into a moan as his palm slides lower, kneading the plush flesh of her ass through the leather.

"You—ah!—that's not just a massage," Evara accuses between ragged breaths, but she doesn't pull away. Sol smirks, dragging his palms up her sides, deliberately brushing his thumbs along the underside of her heavy breasts. "A massage is supposed to relieve tension, Evara," he murmurs against the damp skin of her neck. "And you're full of tension." Her answering moan is muffled against her own arm as she hunches forward, bracing herself.

Her breath comes in short gasps when Sol's hands slide back down to her hips, thumbs hooking under the waistband of her lower wrap. With a slow tug, the fabric loosens, revealing the swell of her ass… already slick with sweat. "Naughty boy," she pants, but arches into his touch as he palms her flesh possessively.

"Do whatever you want, just… just don't leave me aching worse than before," she warns, though the way her thighs rub together betrays her. Sol chuckles darkly, pressing his erection against her bare skin. "Oh, you'll ache," he promises. "But not from pain."

"Such a tight knot here," He murmured, dragging his hands down to her hips, fingers slipping beneath her loincloth. "Might need... deep pressure." Evara's breath catches as his thumbs find the crease where thigh meets ass, kneading the swollen flesh there. "Y-yes," she admits hoarsely, legs parting slightly. "Deeper, Sol. It—ah!—it hurts so good."

"Deeper..." Evara moaned, her hips shifting unconsciously on the furs, pressing back against him, seeking the pressure. "Do whatever you need... just don't stop. It feels like... like you're pulling the fire out of me."

Sol smirked in the dim light. No, Evara. I'm putting the fire in.

Sol felt his own body responding violently. The sight of her soft flesh rippling under his hands, the thick, musky smell of her sweat, the sound of her breath hitching… it all fed a fire in his belly.

He was hard. Painfully hard.

But he wasn't in a hurry to enjoy her, because he wanted to test his control. The snake required Hate to trigger the Ash-Grey Energy. It required extreme emotion.

What if I use this?

He felt that there couldn't possibly be an emotion stronger than the lust raging through his veins right now. It was primal. It was demanding. He wanted to see if he could truly command that ash grey energy at will and use the Ash Gray energy not just to command, but to enhance this process… to turn a willing partner into a devoted, overflowing source of power.

He focused inward, turning his gaze to the hollow cavity in his chest. The energy there was swirling sluggishly, still recovering from the massive expenditure against the snake. It was low, but potent. He pulled a thin, precise thread of it, channeling it not into a command of fear or logic, but into a projection of pure, overwhelming sensation.

He didn't try to mind-control her like a puppet (not that he could). He knew from his analysis that the energy worked best when amplifying existing biological drives. He micro-dosed her with a single command: Sensitivity.

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