WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RATED 18+ SCENES!!
Chapter 10: The Line We Don't Cross
Night fell heavy over Moonridge.
The forest felt different — alert, restless, as if it knew something was about to change. Lila stood at the edge of the training clearing, pulse racing, moonlight brushing her skin like a living thing.
Kael watched her from across the circle.
"You're distracted," he said.
She met his gaze, unflinching. "You're avoiding me."
A muscle ticked in his jaw. "Because every time I don't… the bond tightens."
"Maybe it's supposed to," Lila replied softly.
The air between them thickened.
Kael took a slow step closer. "The bond doesn't care about restraint. But I do."
"And what if I don't want restraint?" she asked.
Silence.
The moon flared brighter overhead, silver light spilling across the clearing. Lila felt it surge inside her — not wild, not chaotic, but aching, focused. Want threaded through power until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
Kael's breath hitched. "Lila…"
She stepped closer. "You keep telling me what I am becoming. But you won't tell me what we are."
He stopped inches from her, close enough that she could feel his warmth, his restraint — the way he was holding himself back with sheer force of will.
"If we cross this line," he said quietly, "it changes everything."
Her voice was barely a whisper. "Everything already changed the moment you marked me."
The bond pulsed — strong, insistent.
Kael lifted his hand, hovering just short of touching her face, like he was asking permission without words.
"Tell me to stop," he said.
She didn't.
Instead, she closed the distance.
He came closer and brush the strand of my hair and tucked it at the back of my hair. The warmth of his body spread throughout my body .
Then he kissed me I couldn't hold it back I reciprocated. He grabbed my neck and my waist and drew me closer.
I couldn't get enough of him. I was tired and sore from practicing but I didn't care. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me, all the time. His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him. I got on top of him. I'd never done it before. I couldn't really believe it; I was doing this. I was inventing something. I held him and put him in. He felt deeper in me. I'll never forget it. I was in charge and he liked it. I held his hands down. He was trying to break free. I let my tits touch his face. He went mad; he bucked. He split me in two. I pushed down. I couldn't believe it. One of his fingers flicked over my bum. I did it to him. He lifted and heaved. I couldn't believe it. There was no end to it, no end to the new things. He did something. I copied him. I did something. He did it back. He took me from behind. I pushed back, forced more of him into me. I sucked him. He licked me.
He fingered me and I was moaning not caring we were outside not caring about what's going to happen next all I wanted was him
He came untop of me and trusthed 2 of his fingers in my already wet pussy .Ahn...owhn... Don't stop...harder .... please kael I moaned softly
He didn't want to do the real deal just yet and I released
When the world finally steadied, the moon had shifted higher in the sky.
Lila rested her forehead against Kael's chest, breathing slowly, grounding herself as the silver hum inside her settled — not gone, but calmer. More… aligned.
Kael's arms remained around her, protective and unyielding.
"This," he said quietly, "is why I was afraid."
She looked up at him. "Because we're stronger together?"
"Because you don't just answer the moon," he replied. "You answer me."
Something distant echoed through the forest — not a howl, not a voice, but a ripple of awareness.
Lila stiffened. "Did you feel that?"
Kael's expression darkened instantly. "Yes."
"The collector," she whispered.
"He knows now," Kael said grimly. "Whatever we just did… it sent a signal."
Lila straightened, resolve burning where uncertainty once lived. "Then let him come."
Kael studied her — not the girl who arrived in Moonridge, but the woman standing before him now. Marked. Awakened. Unafraid.
"You're not ready for what's coming," he said.
She reached for his hand, gripping it firmly. "Then don't let me face it alone."
He squeezed back. "Never."
The moon watched from above — silent, satisfied.
And far beyond the forest, something ancient smiled.