She was tall and built like a goddess of war, muscle and sex appeal fused into one. Her tight, white combat suit fit like a second skin, hugging every inch of her sculpted frame.
Her tits were massive, easily the size of ripe melons, round and heavy, pushing against the zipper of her suit with barely contained pressure. One deep breath, one hard movement, and those fat, perfect mounds looked ready to spill out and bounce free.
Her waist dipped in tight, then flared into wide, dominant hips. Thick, powerful thighs filled out the lower half of her suit, the fabric stretched taut across soft muscle. With every step, her ass shifted—two huge, firm cheeks that jiggled slightly under the snug uniform. Her rear was obscene: round, full, peach-shaped, like it had been sculpted to tempt. It swayed just enough to draw the eye and wreck focus.
Ink-black tattoos curled over her smooth, caramel-toned skin. They traced down her neck, across her collarbones, winding over her shoulders and disappearing beneath the swell of her hips.
Right at the curve of her neck, glowing with a faint pulse, was her insignia, a vivid blue serpent coiled tightly, like it was guarding the raw power hidden beneath her skin.
She looked like danger, sex, and dominance, all wrapped in one.
"She's probably here for us," Alex said, trying to sound chill, though just watching her walk made something stir in his chest. And lower.
"She's kinda hot… for a cousin," Maya whispered beside him, biting her lower lip.
He turned to her, surprised. "Seriously?"
Maya smirked and leaned closer, her soft, pillowy chest pressing against his arm.
"Don't pretend you weren't staring."
Alex swallowed, heat rising in his face. He was staring, and Maya knew it. Still, he couldn't help but steal another glance.
Sarah's combat suit clung to her body like it was painted on, every curve outlined in smooth detail. Her hips swayed with natural confidence, and the snug fabric hugged her plump, toned rear, two full, peach-shaped cheeks that gave the faintest bounce with each step.
She moved like a warrior, but carried the kind of raw allure that made it hard to look away.
Sarah spotted them through the crowd and gave a wave, her ocean blue eyes briefly flicking between the two before her lips tugged into a knowing smile.
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"Alex, Maya," she said warmly, pulling them both into a quick embrace.
"I heard the news. Congratulations, and my condolences. I remember how overwhelming those first few days can be."
"Any advice?" Maya asked hopefully.
Sarah's expression grew thoughtful. "Trust each other, trust your instincts, and remember that the trials aren't just about power, they're about who you choose to become when everything is on the line." She looked directly at Alex.
"Your great-uncle used to say that the Insignia doesn't give you strength. It reveals the strength that was already there."
Sarah pulled Alex into a hug, and his face sank straight into her chest. She was tall—6'3", five inches taller than him—and her huge, meaty tits pressed around his face like soft, warm pillows.
Even through her tight combat suit, he could feel the heat of her body. Those thick, heavy mounds smothered him, soft and full, making it hard to breathe—but he didn't want to pull away.
He couldn't help but take a deep sniff, her scent filling his nose, clean sweat, leather, and something sweet beneath it.
Sarah chuckled, having clearly caught him. She leaned in, her lips close to his ear, and whispered just low enough that Maya wouldn't hear.
"You better not be sniffing me, perv....Careful.Your girlfriend might scold you for getting a little too cozy with me."
Alex didn't say a word. His face was already red as hell.
He froze. It wasn't the first time he felt this way around her, and not just because she was his cousin.
He'd had dreams. Dirty ones. Like pushing his cock between her big, soft breasts, watching them bounce around him while he fucked her cleavage.
Other times, he dreamed of grabbing her ponytail and slamming into her from behind, rough and fast, like he'd lost control.
He stepped back quickly, pretending it hadn't happened. But he could still feel the heat lingering on his cheeks.
As they walked through the academy gates, heads turned. Some students looked curious. Others looked nervous. A few just looked jealous, especially seeing Maya holding Alex's hand, and Sarah hugging him like that.
Getting marked with an Insignia changed everything. People didn't look at you the same. It was like being chosen by something powerful… or cursed. Like death already had its eyes on you.
"People should stop staring," Maya muttered, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"They stare because they know," Alex said. "Once you're chosen, it's just a countdown."
Chosens students were sent into trial worlds, dangerous places that twisted reality and tested everything you had. And the truth? About a third of them never came back.
"But we'll be fine," Maya said softly. "As long as we stay together."
He looked down at their hands. Her grip was warm, fingers soft in his. "You think just holding hands is enough?"
"It's not even a question," she said.
"Everyone knows bonded pairs get sent to the same trial. We just have to be touching when it happens."
Bonded souls.
That's what people called it now.
As long as there was a real connection, romantic love, deep friendship, or family blood, it counted. The type didn't matter. What mattered was the strength between them.
If the bond was strong, the Insignia would recognize it.
And it wasn't just limited to two people. Sometimes three, four, or even more could form a bonded group. As long as they were truly connected, they could enter the Trial together.
Bonded groups shared strength. They could boost each other's powers, protect one another, and fight as one.
In a place where most people died alone, having someone at your back could mean everything.
And between him and Maya, that pull had grown stronger lately. Not just emotional.