FREE USE in Primitive World

Chapter 363: Chapter 363: Screw Restraints & Free Use Massage

“Well, what can I do? I have a strong body, with great stamina and can heal fast,” Sol said. He stepped a bit closer to the edge of the pool. ” By the way, what was that spell? It was really insane. I didn’t know power like that existed in this world. You almost wiped out a whole army by yourself.”

“That is the power of a Shaman,” Zephyra said proudly, a smug smile touching her full lips. ” We do not just bind beast spirits or rely on brute force. We commune with the world itself. You Spirit warrior boys swing your sharp sticks and build your dense muscles.

You rely entirely on yourselves. Meanwhile a Shaman commands the world. We pull the ambient essence of the sky and the earth and force it to do our bidding. It is a higher path, a subtle art, far beyond just swinging a sharp stick.”

Sol looked down at her. The steam. The sweat. The ridiculous, impossible curves practically spilling out of the wet linen.

She also met his eyes and in turn looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on his broad chest, the jagged lightning scar peeking through his loosely tied tunic, and the heavy sword at his hip. “Though, I suppose swinging a sharp piece has its own… crude charm.”

The playful, proactive thoughts in Sol’s head started spinning faster. She was blatantly teasing him again, her eyes heavy with a mature, knowing heat. The tension in the hot, incense-filled room was getting thicker by the second.

He had the “Free Use” power sitting dormant in the hollow of his chest. He had just promised himself to only use it for enemies. He had told himself he wouldn’t rely on a sketchy mind-control cheat, that he would build his foundation on raw, brutal strength.

But looking at this gorgeous, mature woman complaining about her knotted muscles, that moral hesitation sounded really stupid. He was in a savage world. He had just survived a war. Why the hell was he holding back?

Zephyra noticed his gaze wandering back down to her chest. “Keep your eyes in your skull, boy,” she teased, though her smile said she didn’t mind it at all. “You are looking at me like a starving beast looking at a piece of fresh meat.”

“Can you blame me?” Sol shot back smoothly, dropping the awkward act. He crouched down getting right on her level. “You look amazing. But you also look tense. You said your muscles are tied in knots?” Sol said, taking slow, deliberate steps toward the edge of her woven mat, “I actually know a massage technique. It’s from my homeland, It is designed to clear the pathways, and help purge the physical exhaustion a lot faster.”

Zephyra raised a single, perfectly arched eyebrow. She looked at his calloused hands and let out a scoffing laugh.

“A massage? From the butcher of the battlefield?” she teased, her tone dripping with disbelief. “You break giant beasts in half with your bare hands. You would probably snap my spine.”

“I have surprisingly good control,” Sol insisted, his voice dropping an octave,”I promise I won’t break you. Unless… you want me to.”

Zephyra’s eyes flashed. She looked up at him, reading the heavy, dark intent in his gaze. She was exhausted, her body aching deeply from the ritual, and the sheer, raw masculine energy radiating off his body was incredibly intoxicating.

“Bold words,” Zephyra murmured. A heavy silence stretched between them for a second before she slowly turned over. She lay flat on her stomach on the woven mat, resting her chin on her crossed arms, presenting her bare, sweat-slicked back to him, the linen wrap around her hips rode up dangerously high.

“Fine. Show me this ’technique.’” Zephyra teased, resting her cheek on her folded arms, looking back at him with a sultry smirk. “But if you even dared to bruise me, I will boil the blood in your veins.”

“Just relax, and trust me” Sol muttered, stepping up behind her.

He didn’t hesitate. He unbuckled the Dreadwing Blade, dropping the heavy scabbard onto the wooden floorboards, and knelt down on the mat right beside her hips.

He placed his bare, calloused hands gently onto her bare sweaty shoulder blades. Her skin was incredibly hot, smooth as silk, and radiating a deep, feverish warmth.

Zephyra tensed slightly at the contact, expecting rough, clumsy hands.

He started to knead the tight, knotted muscles at the base of her neck. She let out a soft, involuntary hum of approval, her eyes fluttering shut.

But Sol wasn’t just relying on his thumbs.

He dug deep into that strange, hollow space in his chest. The silver “Free Use” power. He had completely ignored it during the battle because it didn’t give him speed or defense. But he knew its primary function was mental manipulation, breaking down barriers and exerting deep control over the mind and body.

He didn’t want to turn her into a mindless zombie. He just wanted to see what happened. To hell with keeping it hidden right now.

He let a tiny, subtle trickle of that bizarre, silver power seep out of his chest and flow through his arms, mixing it directly into the physical pressure of his fingertips into her hot skin.

He began to knead the tight muscles along her spine.

The moment the silver energy seeped into her skin, Zephyra let out a sharp, shuddering gasp. Her entire body arching off the mat for a second before melting completely flat. The “Free Use” power wasn’t just a mind-control trick. When applied physically, it acted like a total, absolute relaxant.

It violently and aggressively bypassed her body’s natural defenses, flooding her nervous system with a wave of absolute, mind-melting euphoria. It acted like the ultimate spiritual aphrodisiac, instantly dissolving the deep tension in her muscles and completely lowering her mental inhibitions.

“Aaaghhhh…” Zephyra breathed out, her voice suddenly thick and breathless. Her eyes fluttered shut. “What… what is that?”