Invincible Blood Sorceror

Chapter 81: Nights of passion and days of training

The friction was intense, her clit grinding against his pubic bone with every motion.

Faster now, Jorghan pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips for leverage, fingers digging into her pale red flesh. The stone beneath them was unforgiving, but it only added to the rawness—the slight bite of pain mixing with ecstasy.

He leaned down, sucking on her neck, leaving love bites that marked her as his. Sarhita’s legs tightened, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically, milking him.

”I’m... close,” she whimpered, her golden eyes locking onto his handsome face, sweat-damp black hair falling into his eyes.

”Come for me,” he commanded, one hand sliding between them to rub her clit in circles.

That pushed her over the edge—her body convulsed, pussy spasming around his massive cock, waves of orgasm crashing through her.

”JORGHANN!!!”

She screamed his name, the sound carrying over the dunes, her juices flooding around him.

Jorghan followed soon after, the tight grip too much to resist.

ARGHH!!!

With a roar, he thrust deep, his thick cock pulsing as he came, thick ropes of cum filling her, overflowing slightly due to his size.

It was pure white-hot ecstatic liquid that mixed with her own wetness, a physical manifestation of their intense passion and connection.

The release was intense, stars bursting behind his eyes, every muscle tensing in bliss.

They collapsed together, breathing raggedly, bodies entwined on the warm stone.

The sun had dipped below the horizon, stars beginning to wink above, the Jaruna River a dark ribbon below.

Sarhita nuzzled his neck, her white hair tickling his skin, a contented sigh escaping her.

”That was... more than improvisation,” she murmured, tracing patterns on his chest.

Jorghan chuckled, kissing her forehead.

”It’s just the beginning.”

But as the night deepened, their bond felt forged in fire—raw, unbreakable, and spiced with the desert’s wild essence.

They lay there, watching the stars, knowing complications awaited below, but for now, in this high place, they were free.

As their breaths slowed, Jorghan felt the afterglow humming through his veins, his cock still semi-hard.

Sarhita’s pale red skin glowed faintly in the moonlight, her white hair a silvery cascade. She shifted beneath him, her long legs unwrapping slowly, but instead of pulling away, she rolled them over with surprising strength, her taller frame now atop his.

”My turn to improvise,” she said with a wicked smile, her golden eyes gleaming.

Jorghan grinned up at her, hands settling on her hips as she straddled him. His cock was slick with their combined fluids, but she reached down, guiding the massive length back inside with a moan.

She raised her rack and slammed on his thighs , setting a quick pace that had him gasping for breath.

Riding him now, she set a languid pace, her breasts bouncing with each rise and fall, nipples still pebbled from the cool air.

The sensation was different—her weight pressing him into the stone, her pussy enveloping him fully.

He watched, mesmerized, as she moved, her muscles flexing, and the way her white hair swayed like a veil. Reaching up, he pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, drawing gasps from her.

”Faster,” he urged, bucking up to meet her.

Sarhita obliged, grinding harder, her clit rubbing against him.

The desert night was alive around them—crickets chirping, a distant howl—but it faded as another orgasm built.

She came again, quieter this time, shuddering atop him, and he followed, filling her once more.

They spent hours like that, exploring every position, every touch—his mouth on her pussy again, her lips wrapped around his cock, struggling with its size but eager, sucking and licking until he exploded in her mouth.

-

They stayed on that high place until full darkness fell, talking and kissing in equal measure, sharing stories and dreams and fears.

Sarhita told him about her vision for the future—not just her personal future, but the future of her people. She wanted the Nuwe’rak to engage more with the changing world, to adapt and evolve rather than cling to traditions simply because they were traditional.

”The terraspers have shown us that change isn’t inherently dangerous,” she said, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched stars emerge.

”My people are afraid of losing our identity, our culture. But culture isn’t static. It’s always been fluid, adapting and incorporating new elements. That’s how it survives.”

Jorghan shared his own half-formed thoughts about power and responsibility, about the fear of becoming a monster and the necessity of staying human despite possessing inhuman abilities. He didn’t tell her everything—some secrets were too dangerous to share—but he let her see the core struggle that defined his existence.

”You’re not a monster,” she said firmly.

”Monsters don’t worry about becoming monsters. They don’t train themselves to maintain control and don’t carefully measure their responses to avoid harming others. You’re someone with dangerous abilities trying to be a good person. That’s completely different.”

”Is it?” he asked quietly.

”Yes,” she said, turning to cup his face in both hands.

”Because monsters act on instinct and desire. You act on choice and restraint. That makes all the difference.”

They made their way back to the settlement well after midnight, and if anyone noticed Sarhita slipping into Jorghan’s quarters, they were diplomatic enough not to comment.

They spent that night talking and did more than talking, until exhaustion finally claimed them both.

Jorghan woke before dawn to find Sarhita still asleep beside him, her pale red skin luminous in the pre-dawn darkness, her expression peaceful in a way he’d never seen while she was awake. He lay still, not wanting to disturb her, and felt something settle in his chest—not quite contentment, not with the duel looming, but a sense of rightness he hadn’t experienced in years.

-

The fifth day of training was different.

Kal’thun brought in other warriors from the clan, fighters who each specialized in different aspects of Kir’stalan.

Jorghan found himself facing multiple opponents, learning to read their patterns, to flow between them without losing his center.

”El’ran won’t fight like one person,” one of the warriors explained after a particularly intense bout. ”He’s mastered so many different styles over seven centuries that he’ll seem like multiple opponents. You need to adapt constantly; never assume you’ve figured out his pattern.”

They drilled transitions—switching from aggressive offense to passive defense, from single combat focus to awareness of surroundings, and from magical augmentation to pure physical technique.

Jorghan’s body was a mass of bruises by midday, but his mind was sharper than it had ever been.

[Combat Skill Evolution: Kir’stalan (Desert Wind Fighting Style) - Intermediate Level reached]

[Multiple Opponent Tactics: +34%]

[Adaptive Combat Response: +28%]

[Mana Integration with Physical Techniques: +19%]

That afternoon, Sarhita took him deeper into the technical aspects of their magic system.

The Nuwe’rak didn’t practice magic the way most of the world did—they saw it as an extension of the natural flow, not something imposed upon reality but something that worked with reality’s inherent patterns.

”You force your magic,” she observed as he practiced a basic technique.

”You push it out, make it obey through sheer will. That works, but it’s inefficient. Feel the ambient mana around you, the way it naturally wants to move. Guide it rather than forcing it.”

Jorghan tried to explain his [Mana Devouring Attribute], the way his body automatically pulled in and refined ambient energy. It was hard to describe without revealing the system’s existence, but Sarhita seemed to understand intuitively.

”You’re a natural conduit,” she said thoughtfully.

”Your body processes mana more efficiently than most people can consciously manage. That’s rare. If you can learn to work with that tendency rather than just letting it happen unconsciously, you’ll have access to nearly limitless energy during the fight.”

They practiced together, Sarhita guiding him through exercises that made him acutely aware of the mana flows around and through him. It was like learning to see in a new spectrum of light—suddenly the world was full of energy currents and patterns he’d been unconsciously tapping but never truly perceived.

[Mana Manipulation: Significant advancement detected]

[Passive Absorption Efficiency: +41%]

[Active Channeling Capacity: +37%]

[New Ability Unlocked: Mana Perception (Basic)]

[Note: Synergy between [Bloodline power] and Nuwe’rak techniques creating unique capabilities]

-

Nuwe’rak Settlement—two hours to midnight,

Jorghan and Sarhita lay on the bed, naked. They were panting, covered in sweat. They had two hours of intimate, raw sessions filled by lust and love.

Sarhita had fallen for him, and so had Jorghan. He loved the way she took care of him and the way she stood up for herself.

They tried to sleep, but neither of them could fall asleep.

”I can’t sleep.”

”Me too.”

”Then how about I take you somewhere?”

Then she said, ”Get up, Jorghan.” She was quick on her feet, her red naked body in full glory, and her boobs swung as she moved out of the bed.

She quickly dressed and threw his clothes on him. ”Get dressed.”

In a few minutes, they were out of his quarters.