FREE USE in Primitive World

And soon, Zephyra was asleep within minutes.

The heavy, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest signaled that the High Shaman was completely out cold, utterly exhausted from the brutal physical and spiritual exchange.

Sol remained propped on one elbow for a while, simply watching her.

The sight was strangely beautiful. Her long, silver hair spilled across the woven mat like a beautiful abstract painting, damp strands clinging to her flushed cheeks and elegant neck.

The intricate cyan tattoos on her pale skin had finally dimmed to a soft, gentle glow, pulsing faintly with each slow breath she took.

Her heavy breasts rose and fell rhythmically, the dark nipples still slightly swollen and marked with the clear imprints of his teeth.

Lower down, the evidence of their passion was unmistakable… thick trails of his cum still leaked slowly from both her well-fucked pussy and her newly claimed asshole, coating her inner thighs in a glistening, obscene mess.

She looked thoroughly ruined.

And yet… peaceful.

Sol let out a long, slow breath and lay back beside her, staring up at the wooden ceiling beams of the shaman’s private grove. The air was thick with the heavy scent of sex, sweat and ritual incense. The ritual embers had almost died out, casting a faint, warm red glow over their entangled bodies.

Honestly, he felt incredible.

Not just physically… though his Sun Core was humming with satisfaction, the aggressive yang energy finally calm after being thoroughly unleashed. No, it was something deeper. A strange, almost disbelieving sense of triumph.

Who the hell would have thought?

He didn’t expect he would have a chance with the high and mighty High Shaman, I mean she was literal high shaman. The most respected, feared, and supposedly untouchable woman in the entire Veynar tribe.

And despite her bombshell beauty, her being the high shaman, he had genuinely expected her to be like those celibate priests and holy women back on Earth

solemn, sacred and utterly disgusted by anything carnal. Someone who viewed the body as nothing more than a temporary vessel.

But here we are, he had just spent hours thoroughly ruining that same “sacred vessel.”

He had taken both her virginities tonight. He had made the proud High Shaman cum until she screamed, squirted, and lost control of her own body.

He had fucked her pussy until it overflowed, then claimed her tight virgin ass for the first time, filling it with load after load until it gaped and leaked.

He had bitten her nipples, slapped her ass red, pulled her hair like reins, and used her like a beast in heat.

And she had loved every second of it.

Even he was stunned by this twist of fate, but well, it was a pleasant surprise in the whole.

A low, satisfied chuckle escaped Sol’s lips as he turned his head to look at her sleeping face again. Even in sleep, there was still a faint, lazy curve to her full lips… that signature laid-back, almost arrogant smirk that refused to completely disappear.

He reached out and gently brushed a damp strand of hair from her cheek. His calloused fingers traced down the elegant line of her neck, over the numerous dark hickeys and bite marks he had left. She stirred slightly at his touch but didn’t wake, only letting out a soft, contented sigh and shifting closer to his warmth.

Sol’s chest tightened with a strange mix of possessiveness and affection.

This woman commanded storms that could wipe out armies… and now she’s sleeping like a cute kitten in my arms.

The contrast was intoxicating.

But he liked that.

He slid his arm under her head and pulled her closer, letting her cheek rest against his broad chest. One of his hands lazily stroked down her back, tracing the elegant curve of her spine and the dimples above her ass.

Even now, he could feel the faint tremors in her muscles… aftershocks of the countless orgasms he had forced through her body.

He wondered what tomorrow would bring.

Would the tribe notice the marks on her neck? Would the acolytes whisper when their High Shaman walked with a slight limp, her ass and pussy both sore and filled with his seed? Would she act cold and dignified again in public, or would that knowing, lazy smirk appear whenever their eyes met?

The thought made his cock twitch with renewed interest against her thigh, but he pushed the urge down. She was truly exhausted. Even with the silver Free Use power helping her recover, she had pushed her body to its absolute limit… first the exhaustion of the storm spell, then hours of being dominated and claimed.

Sol pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“Sleep well, High Shaman,” he whispered against her hair. “You earned every second of it.”

As the last embers in the ritual pit finally died out, plunging the grove into soft darkness, Sol also relaxed fully. His body was sore in the best way possible… muscles tired, Sun Core satisfied, and mind strangely at peace.

After giving her a quick, tender kiss on her cheek, he inspected his own body, because he was literally out cold for the whole three days, and just after waking up, he had this explosive session. But strangely, the hollow, aching weakness from his three-day coma was entirely gone, replaced by a dense, vibrating power that filled his whole body to the brim..

He slowly slipped his arm out from under Zephyra, careful not to wake her, moving with surprising gentleness for someone who had just spent hours brutally claiming her.

She stirred slightly, letting out a soft, satisfied murmur, but didn’t open her eyes.

Sol sat up and swung his legs over the side of the mat and took a moment to look around the room.

It was a disaster zone.

The once-sacred space looked like a battlefield of lust.

The large woven mat was soaked through in multiple places… dark stains of sweat, pussy juices, and thick ropes of his cum marking where they had fucked the hardest. Torn pieces of Zephyra’s linen wraps lay scattered like fallen banners.