FREE USE in Primitive World

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: A Bush

He commanded silently, pushing the intent through his palms and into her muscles. Feel everything.

Under his hands, Evara gasped. Her body jolted as if touched by a live wire. The Ash Gray energy heightened her sensitivity instantly, stripping away the calluses of her daily life and turning the pleasurable pressure of his massage into an electrifying overload.

“Sol!” she cried out, her head snapping up, her chestnut hair falling wildly over her face. Her toes curled into the furs, her fingers clawing at the pelt beneath her. “That… it feels like fire! What are you doing?”

“Of course, healing you,” Sol lied smoothly, not letting up.

“The heat means the stagnation is breaking,” he whispered, kneading her flesh with possessive intensity. “You have to take it, Evara. Let it burn.”

Her skin flushed a deep, rosy red. The nerves in her body seemed to ignite. Every touch of his hand felt like fire and ice. Sol smiled internally, ecstatic. His theory was right. Lust fueled the power just as well as Hate.

He looked at the almost naked woman writhing beneath him.

Sol poured more energy into the connection, a steady stream of command designed to awaken her hidden, dormant lust.

Slowly, the massage shifted. It became less therapeutic and more possessive. His hands slid down from her shoulders, tracing the deep curve of her spine. He leaned forward, his hands cupping the sides of her breasts, his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin near her armpits, teasing the swell of flesh that spilled onto the furs.

“Sol…” Evara breathed, her voice trembling.

He moved lower. He was almost sitting on her ass now, his thighs bracketing her hips. He could feel the perky softness of her buttocks shifting against his legs.

Evara moaned louder, her hips beginning to grind instinctively into the furs. Her body was heating up like a furnace, the Vitality radiating off her in waves that Sol drank in greedily.

Sol leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his breath hot and ragged.

“I’m going to go deeper this time, Evara,” he whispered, infusing the words with a subtle Ash-Grey compulsion. “To deeply simulate and relieve the body. I need to fix the tension at the source.”

She tried hard to speak, to ask what that meant, but her brain was swimming in a haze of chemically induced pleasure. She could only whimper, a high, keen sound of desperation. Her body arched like a drawn bow, lifting her hips off the floor, pressing her ass back against his groin. The stimulation was too much, teetering on the edge of pain, yet she didn’t pull away. Her primitive instincts, rewired by his energy, overrode her reason. She pushed into it, chasing the friction.

Sol smirked darkly and unleashed all his inhibitions.

He practically lay on top of her, his hands massaging and fondling with heavy, possessive weight. He reached down to her waist, gripping the rough waistband of her skirt.

“I need to remove the clothes for better access,” he murmured. “The fabric is blocking the energy flow.”

“No problem,” she breathed.

By now, she was burning with a lust she had accumulated over years of loneliness. She didn’t know why, but whenever Sol touched her, she felt molten. Even though she knew she shouldn’t let him remove the clothes below… those were different from upper clothes, sacred in a different way… she hummed in approval. She could feel herself getting wet below, soaking the furs, and the anticipation was driving her mad.

Sol smiled wider. Using both hands, he gripped the sides of her wide hips and lifted her slightly. He slid the rough fabric down, slowly, savoring the reveal.

First the curve of her lower back, indented with dimples. Then her firm, beautiful ass cheeks, shaking slightly with her rapid breathing. Then the deep crack. And finally, as she rolled slightly to help him…

The sight made his breath catch. Unlike Nia, who was completely clean, Evara had a thick, dark bush of hair between her legs, hiding her already wet pussy. It was wild, mature, and untamed. The sight of it… primitive and raw… made Sol’s blood boil.

He removed the clothes completely, tossing them into the corner. She lay there, utterly naked in front of him, a feast of flesh. He felt a deep surge of satisfaction and achievement.

But of course, as usual he didn’t start immediately.

Swiftly, silently, he stood up and stripped off his own tunic. Then his loincloth.

Now they were both in their birthday suits, bare naked. The heat pulsing between their bodies in the small, dim hut raised the temperature of the room.

He poured oil on his own chest and stomach, slicking his skin until it gleamed in the firelight. Then, slowly, deliberately, he lay down on top of her.

Skin met skin.

Evara flinched. The sudden weight, the contact of his naked flesh against hers, was shocking. But what made her gasp… a sharp, high sound… was the hard, pulsing rod that came to rest right between her ass cheeks.

She moaned, turning her head with difficulty, her eyes wide and hazy with lust. “Sol… what is this? Why are you naked too? And what is that… poking me?”

Sol felt the tip of his cock brush against the wet, slippery entrance of her sex. The sensation was electric. He couldn’t help but let out a low, guttural moan of pleasure. Every instinct screamed at him to ravage her, to fill her up completely right then and there.

Control, he told himself, gritting his teeth. Don’t rush. Don’t ruin the harvest.

“It’s an advanced level of massage, Evara,” he lied, his voice thick with desire and the subtle hum of the Ash-Grey influence. “Instead of just massaging from the outside, we use this method to massage from the inside.”

He pressed closer, letting her feel the full length of him against her crack. “This sacred part is the center of the body’s energy. Even babies come from there. The pressure builds up over the years. I have no choice but to use my own body parts to fully go in and help you relieve the pressure and find bliss.”

A/N: Next 10 Chapters are gonna be full Hardcore Smut, so be prepared…