True to her words, Layla guided his cock back inside her as if her vitality had no end. Her earlier climax seemed to mean nothing to her, while Lucas was still trembling from the aftershocks.
He enjoyed the sensation, yet the way she watched him made cold shivers crawl up his spine.
"Hahh…" Layla moaned as his shaft brushed her most sensitive spot. Her juices soaked his knees, warm and slippery.
"Oh, Lucas." She smiled against his ear. "I knew you would be mine. Your anger is perfect for summoning Asmodei. And now that you are my soul bond, everything will be easy."
She licked his ear, her body clinging tightly to his. Her nipple brushed against his nurse uniform, and the stimulation finally broke his restraint.
Her pace was slow. It drove him mad.
With a low growl, Lucas pushed her down onto the bed. Layla only chuckled, her eyes gleaming with pride, like a teacher pleased with her student's progress.
"Good boy," she said softly. "Now move. Fuck me with everything you have."
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
But Lucas stopped. He planted one hand beside her head and held himself still. Instead of moving, he asked, "Tell me what a soul bond really is."
Layla groaned, her body clenching around him, trying to coax him into motion. But he did not give in. That name was not casual, and the way she spoke already made it feel like ownership.
"Is my life tied to yours?" he asked quietly.
She laughed. "More or less." Her tone was light. "But it's not like you will die if I die. You will simply be my battery. A living source of mana."
The answer sat heavy in his chest. It sounded like slavery wrapped in sweet words. Sex, money, promises of revenge. Things he could obtain in other ways if he truly tried.
And Layla must have sensed his hesitation.
"But," she continued, gripping his shoulders tightly, "you will be able to use some of my spells. Even the power tied to my patron, if I have one."
Her gaze locked onto his. "I give myself to you, and you give yourself to me. That is what a soul bond is. Isn't it beautiful?"
Lucas let out a short laugh. "I hope that is not just bullshit you made up."
He started moving again, slow and deliberate, pressing deep enough to make her cry out. Her hands clenched the white sheets, her mouth forming his name over and over until he swallowed hard.
"You're using this body to make everyone your soul bond, aren't you?"
He kissed his way down her stomach, up to her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth and nibbling at it slowly.
"Aahh… no," she moaned breathlessly. Her fingers tangled in his brown hair, the color of brewed tea. "Just you."
She paused, then added softly, "And maybe ten men before."
Lucas laughed under his breath. "Then what do you see in me and them?"
Layla smiled lazily. "Your vital aura. It is lively and dense." Her eyes dipped lower. "Just like your cock and sperm."
She kissed him deeply, sucking at his lips seductively. "I like you too. You're cute. All that restrained anger inside you." Her smile widened. "It's very hot.".
Layla's words made him even hornier. He never thought he could be desired like this.
Lucas pushed his cock deeper, trying to force the rest of himself inside her, and the moment he did, her body convulsed violently.
Her hands clawed at his back, leaving scratch marks like a cat as she gasped and screamed, "AHHH! HAHHH! MY WOMB!"
Her pussy trembled and clamped down hard the second his tip kissed her womb. Layla's vision went pitch black, overwhelmed by both pain and pleasure at once.
"Shit, your pussy loves it," he groaned. "Don't faint on me, Layla."
He slapped her cheek lightly, and her eyes slowly focused again as a soft moan slipped from her lips.
"Yessh… I-I'm sorryhh…" her words slurred. "It's so goodhh."
Her pussy started to flood with juices, bracing itself as if begging him to move faster. Lucas obeyed.
He pistoned into her mercilessly, the woman beneath him able to do nothing but moan and tremble every time he moved. Her walls kept clenching and sucking him in, driving him closer to madness.
"I'M CUMMINGGGHH!"
Layla screamed at the top of her lungs. She had been climaxing nonstop, and it pushed Lucas over the edge.
"Shit… I'm going to cum too…"
Lucas slammed into her one final time, burying himself as deep as her body would allow. He released everything inside her, heat flooding her womb in powerful waves.
Layla laughed breathlessly, a satisfied, almost triumphant sound, like someone who had finally claimed a prize.
Her cheeks burned red, sweat dampening her hair as she lay there, savoring the fullness inside her.
She could feel it. Every drop of life. Every spark of vitality, sinking into her and transforming into something else. Mana. Power.
Enough to finally escape this place.
Lucas collapsed onto her, chest heaving as the last of the tension drained from his body.
She smirked and brushed her fingers over the wound on his neck. The bite mark had changed, forming a tribal tattoo shaped like a spider web.
"Finally," she whispered. "We can summon Asmodei. And I found the perfect partner."
Her emerald eyes locked onto his. "Aren't you happy, Lucas? Your fate changes today."
He let out a weak laugh. "Yeah. I'm definitely getting fired."
The reality hit him slowly. What he had done was unforgivable. Sleeping with a patient could destroy his career. If her family sued, he could even end up in prison.
"You don't need to worry about money anymore," Layla said calmly. "Just do your job as my partner. I'll give you a happy life."
Her hands tightened around him, her long nails pressing into his skin, making him shiver.
Now Lucas was sure. Layla was serious about all of this. But still as his mind finally cleared up, he didn't know if this was because of her mental illness or not…
"You still don't believe in me, don't you?" Her question startled him, it was as if she could read his mind.
"No problem then, come here again at the end of your shift. I will make you believe in me."