Lies

Melissa lay against Steven, her breath still ragged, cum glistening on her chin as she wiped it with a dazed giggle. Her tiny hands lingered on his thighs, the afterglow heavy—then her brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion cutting through her bliss. “I… I’ve never come from givin’ pleasure before,” she said, voice soft but puzzled, her wide eyes searching his. “That’s… new.”

Steven felt a jolt—her soulbound sensitivity, doubled by his Soulbinding Lvl 3, had tied her climax to his, a secret humming beneath her words. He shrugged, keeping it casual, a grin tugging his lips. “Maybe I’m special,” he said, voice light, brushing it off with a playful nudge. She blinked, then laughed, her confusion melting into a smirk. “Maybe ye are, Stevey—gods know ye’ve got tricks.” She nestled closer, accepting it, her three-foot silver hair fanning across his chest, oblivious to the deeper truth.

“Gotta hit the shops today,” he said, voice casual. “Need to drop off a design for Trish and Jorn—my crest.” She perked up, nodding, her soulbound spark dimmed but playful. “I’m off to the mage guild—more work, more coin for me,” she replied, brushing a strand from her face, her confusion about her climax tucked away.

They rolled out of bed, dressing—him in the Stormgull Flyer, her in her comfy ash-gray set—and headed to the dining hall. Steven slid 1 copper across the counter for a quick breakfast: Mistgrain Flatcakes, thin and chewy, topped with a smear of Saltberry Jam—tangy, ocean-kissed sweetness—and a side of Crabstick Bites, crunchy nuggets from his haul, spiced with a peppery zing. They ate fast, chatting light—her about dusty tomes, him about his cross sigil—then stood, sharing a tight hug and a quick kiss, her lips soft against his. “See ye later, Stevey,” she murmured, heading off with a bounce toward the mage tower. He watched her go, then turned for Hide & Hammer, his day’s work ahead.