Tsun's eyes snapped open, and for a moment, he didn't know where he was. The world felt distant, as if he'd been asleep for an eternity. His body was heavy, groggy, and a strange burning sensation throbbed deep in his muscles. He groaned, sitting up slowly, his joints creaking as if they hadn't moved in years.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he planted his feet on the floor. The cool sensation of the wood against his skin sent a shiver up his spine. He stood, his movements slow and deliberate, testing each limb. His knees cracked loudly as he straightened, and his shoulders popped when he rolled them. Stretching his arms above his head, he felt his spine realign with a series of sharp pops.
The burning in his muscles faded slightly as he flexed and relaxed them. It wasn't pain, not exactly—it was more like his body was waking up, adjusting to something new.
Glancing down, he inspected himself. On the surface, his body looked the same as it always had: tall, muscular, and scarred from countless battles. But it wasn't the same. He could feel it, a new awareness humming beneath his skin. His body felt alive in a way it never had before, every fiber of muscle, every tendon responding instantly to his thoughts.
He clenched his fists, watching the muscles in his arms shift and ripple. A grin spread across his face. It was incredible, as if he had complete mastery over every part of himself.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to focus. The Pillar Men's abilities flickered in his mind, memories of what they could do. First, he thought of Esidisi. He concentrated on the blood flowing through his veins, imagining it heating up. Slowly, a faint warmth began to spread through his body, then intensified. He held out his hand, and thin streams of blood began to flow from his fingertips.
With a sudden flex of his fingers, he shot the blood outward, the heated streams slicing through the air. They hissed and steamed as they struck the wooden wall across the room, leaving faint scorch marks behind. He repeated the motion, letting the blood flow from his toes as well, sending streams outward in every direction.
Tsun chuckled, the heat subsiding as he willed his blood to stop flowing. The wounds on his fingers and toes sealed themselves instantly, leaving no trace behind.
Next, he turned his attention to Wamuu. He flexed his arms, twisting them in opposite directions. Slowly, his muscles rotated, the movements unnatural but controlled. He increased the speed, the rotation growing faster and faster until a faint whirring sound filled the room. The air around him began to move, the force of the rotation creating a small cyclone. Dust and small objects were swept up in the gusts, swirling around him as he stood in the eye of the storm. With a sharp twist of his arms, he stopped the motion, the air settling instantly.
"Not bad," he muttered, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Finally, he focused on Kars. He clenched his fists and concentrated, willing the bone in his forearms to shift. Slowly, a blade began to emerge from his right forearm, its surface smooth and sharp. He flexed his wrist, the blade extending further until it was nearly the length of a sword.
Tsun stepped forward and swung the blade at the wooden table in front of him. The bone sliced cleanly through the wood, splitting it in two with ease. He stepped to the wall, slashing downward. The blade cut through the stone, leaving a deep groove in its wake.
Satisfied, he retracted the blade, watching it disappear back into his arm.
Next, he turned to the vampire abilities he'd read about in JoJo. He focused on his eyes, narrowing them as he felt pressure building within. He clenched his jaw, and suddenly two high-pressure streams of fluid shot from his eyes, striking the wall with enough force to leave small craters in the wood. He tilted his head, adjusting the aim, and sent the streams slicing through a chair and into the table behind it.
"Efficient," he muttered to himself, blinking as his vision cleared.
Then, he focused on his hands, lowering his body temperature. Slowly, frost began to form on his palms. He pressed one hand against the wooden table, and a layer of ice spread outward, crackling as it solidified. He gripped the edge of the table, the frost spreading up his arm and freezing the wood beneath his touch.
He pulled his hand back, watching the ice glint in the dim light before flexing his fingers and returning his body temperature to normal.
Tsun stepped back, taking a deep breath. His body felt incredible, alive in ways he hadn't thought possible. The abilities he'd tapped into were just the beginning, and he knew there was more to unlock.
"This," he said, his voice low and filled with anticipation, "is going to be fun."
...
Tsun played with his new abilities for a while longer, marveling at how effortlessly his body obeyed his every command. After testing the limits of his enhanced senses and strength, he grabbed the stone mask from the table. With a simple motion, he pressed it against his chest, feeling it dissolve into his body, merging seamlessly for safekeeping. Satisfied, he stretched one last time and opened the door to leave his room.
The moment he stepped into the hall, a serving girl walked past, carrying a basket piled high with folded clothes. She glanced up at him, her face going pale as her eyes widened in shock. A piercing scream escaped her lips, and she dropped the basket, the clothing spilling onto the floor.
Tsun raised an eyebrow and stepped forward, picking up the basket with one hand. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice calm but curious. "Did I scare you?"
The girl backed away slightly, clutching her chest as she tried to steady her breathing. "You've been asleep for days," she said, her voice trembling. "We thought... we thought you were close to death. You didn't eat, didn't drink, barely even moved."
He hummed thoughtfully, handing the basket back to her. "I was just recovering," he said, offering a slight nod of thanks. "No need to worry."
The girl stared at him for a moment longer before quickly nodding and hurrying away.
Tsun continued down the hall and entered the main hall of Dragonsreach. The Jarl was seated at the long table, speaking with Proventus, who held a stack of documents in one hand. When Balgruuf saw Tsun, he smiled warmly and stood.
"Tsun! You're awake. I'm glad to see you recovered. We feared the worst."
"I was just exhausted," Tsun replied, his tone casual. "That dragon took more out of me than I expected."
Balgruuf nodded in understanding. "Few could face what you did and live to tell the tale."
Tsun looked around the room, his gaze settling briefly on the familiar seat Freyja had occupied days earlier. "Where's Freyja?"
The Jarl's expression softened. "She's gone to High Hrothgar. The Greybeards summoned her. It's a journey not taken lightly, but my niece Lydia is accompanying her as her housecarl. She'll keep Freyja safe."
Tsun nodded, though his expression remained blank. A faint ache settled in his chest. He had wanted to say goodbye, but he reminded himself that their paths would cross again.
"I appreciate your hospitality," he said after a moment. "But I've imposed on you long enough. I'll be leaving the city soon."
Balgruuf frowned. "You're always welcome here, Tsun. Are you sure you want to leave so soon?"
"I have other things to take care of," Tsun said simply.
The Jarl sighed but nodded. "Very well. If you're leaving, speak to Hrogar at the stables outside the city. He can arrange a horse and carriage for you."
"Thank you," Tsun replied, inclining his head.
By the time Tsun stepped outside, the sun had dipped below the horizon. The short winter days made traveling easier for him, and he was grateful for the cover of early evening. He walked down the main road, exiting through the gates and heading toward the stables.
At the stables, a grizzled man with weathered skin and a thick beard was brushing down one of the horses. He looked up as Tsun approached, squinting slightly.
"Need something?" the man asked.
"I want a carriage," Tsun said. "But not a regular one. I need something enclosed, with no windows, strong wheels, a privy, and a bed inside."
The man stared at him for a moment, clearly surprised. "That's not your average order," he said slowly.
Tsun reached into his satchel and pulled out a heavy sack of gold coins and a few small diamonds he'd taken from Bleak Falls Barrow. He handed the sack to the man, who took it with wide eyes.
"Make it happen as quickly as possible," Tsun said.
The man nodded quickly, his hands still clutching the sack. "Consider it done."
Satisfied, Tsun made his way back into the city. As he walked through the streets, he decided to commission some new clothing. He entered a small tailor shop and explained what he needed.
"I want clothes that will cover me entirely during the day," he said. "And more casual outfits for the night."
The tailor nodded, measuring him carefully and jotting down notes. Tsun paid upfront, handing over another pouch of gold to ensure the job was done quickly.
Next, he visited the blacksmith. The forge was hot and noisy, the clanging of metal echoing in the air. Tsun approached the smith, a broad-shouldered man with soot-streaked arms, and explained his request.
"I need a warhammer," Tsun said. "Made from the strongest ore you have. One solid piece—no wooden handle."
The blacksmith scratched his chin, looking Tsun up and down. "That'll take time," he said.
Tsun handed over another sack of gold, ensuring the man understood the urgency.
By the time he finished all his errands, Tsun was mentally drained. The weight of everything—his evolving powers, his plans for the future, and the lingering thoughts of Freyja—left him wanting nothing more than a place to rest and have a drink. After an hour of wandering the streets, he finally came across the Bannered Mare. Tsun pushed open the door to the Bannered Mare, and the noise inside hit him immediately. The room was alive with laughter, shouting, and singing. The bard near the hearth was playing a lively tune, and a group of guards and locals were loudly joining in with their own drunken renditions of songs about dragons and heroes.
"...And with a mighty roar it fell,
It's fire no match for Dragonborn's spell! The Dragonborn has saved us all,
Now raise a drink, let's heed the call!"
Tsun stepped further inside, letting the door close behind him. The air was thick with the smell of roasted meat, spilled ale, and smoke from the firepit in the center of the room. Most of the tables were full, with patrons leaning close as they laughed, cheered, or argued over exaggerated accounts of the dragon's death.
He scanned the room, his eyes settling on a small table tucked away near the back corner. It wasn't completely secluded, but it was the quietest spot he could find in the busy inn. Tsun weaved through the crowd, ignoring the drunken shouts and stumbling dancers, and took a seat at the table. A serving wench approached him after a moment, balancing a tray of empty mugs on her arm. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and she looked harried but cheerful.
"Anything for you, traveler?" she asked, giving him a quick glance.
"A drink," Tsun replied, pulling a coin from his pouch and setting it on the table.
"Coming right up," she said, snatching the coin and heading back toward the bar.
Tsun leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting over the room. The people were alive with celebration, their voices loud and their smiles wide. A group of guards near the bar raised their mugs in a toast, the foam spilling over the sides as they laughed. At another table, a group of farmers clinked wooden cups together, slapping each other on the backs as they shared exaggerated tales of the dragon they hadn't actually seen.
The wench returned quickly, setting a wooden mug of ale in front of him. "Here you go. Anything else?"
Tsun shook his head. "No, thanks."
She nodded and hurried off, leaving him alone. Tsun picked up the mug, taking a sip. The ale was strong, the taste sharp and bitter. It wasn't the best drink he'd ever had, but it wasn't the worst either. As the noise of the room continued around him, Tsun reached into his satchel and pulled out one of the books he had commissioned from the Jarl. Its leather cover was worn, and the title was etched in faint gold lettering. He flipped it open, scanning the pages filled with diagrams and descriptions of basic magical principles.
Tsun's eyes scanned the pages, his mind quickly piecing together the mechanics of the magic described in the book. The concept of Spell Matrixes fascinated him. From what he understood, magic in this world wasn't just about raw power. It was something deeper, a structured force that needed to be harnessed and shaped. You either had the ability to use it or you didn't, but even those with natural talent hit a wall without understanding Spell Matrixes—you'd be limited to simple body enhancement.
The idea that these intricate patterns of magic could be memorized and practiced until they engraved themselves onto your soul intrigued him. That process, the book explained, was the most challenging step, and very few mages ever managed to engrave more than a handful of spells in their lifetime. Most relied on runic magic—carving Spell Matrixes into enchanted objects, which could then be used to fire spells without the need for direct mastery.
Tsun leaned back slightly, tapping his finger on the table as he thought it over. It was an entirely different system from what he expected. The idea of engraving spells onto his very being was exciting, the kind of challenge he relished. The runic magic, while practical, felt like a shortcut. Tsun preferred the idea of engraving the spells himself, making them a permanent part of who he was. It sounded like a long process, but if it meant gaining real mastery over magic, it would be worth it, plus there was a chance due to his body he would have greater mastery over magic. In Jojo the pillar men seemed to be just about better at everything that Humans did. 'Apart from sunbathing,' he thought with a chuckle.
A grin crept across his face. This world's magic was far more intricate than he'd imagined. He couldn't wait to dive into it.
"Need a refill, handsome?"
The voice broke his concentration, and he glanced up from the book. A woman stood beside his table, holding an empty tray against her hip. Her skin was a deep, smooth brown, and her silky black hair framed her face, falling just to her shoulders. Her eyes were dark, sharp, and playful as they locked onto his. Tsun's gaze flicked downward for a brief moment, taking in the rest of her. She had a full, curvaceous figure, her waist narrowing before her hips flared. The tavern's serving dress clung to her frame, showing large breasts and nipples that just pushed against the fabric.
He blinked, realizing he'd been staring a bit too long, and looked back up.
"Uh, sure," he said, pushing his mug toward her.
She smirked, a brow arching as she picked up the mug. "You seemed pretty deep in that book. What's got you so interested?"
"Magic," Tsun replied simply, his tone casual as he leaned back in his chair. "Just trying to figure out how it works here."
The woman tilted her head, her tray now balanced on her hip. "Magic, huh? You don't look much like a mage."
Tsun chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment."
She smiled, shaking her head slightly before turning to head back to the bar. "I'll get your drink," she said over her shoulder, the sway of her hips catching his attention for a moment before he forced himself to focus back on his book. Tsun watched her go, his fingers tracing the edge of the page. The book was fascinating, but he would be lying if he said his mind was as currently elsewhere.
The woman returned a few minutes later, a fresh mug of ale in her hand. She set it down in front of Tsun with a slow, deliberate motion, her dark eyes watching him closely. Her smirk widened as she leaned over slightly, her tray still balanced against her hip, giving him a good view of her ample chest pressed against the neckline of her dress.
"Here you go," she said, her voice smooth. "On the house, for the most interesting-looking man in the room."
Tsun raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a smirk. "Interesting, huh? That what you call it?"
She tilted her head, brushing a strand of silky black hair out of her face. "You don't exactly blend in, you know. Big, brooding, hooded stranger sitting alone, reading about magic. That gets a girl curious."
Tsun picked up the mug, taking a long sip before setting it back down. "Curious enough to offer free drinks? I'll take it."
She laughed, a low, throaty sound, and leaned a little closer. "You're not from around here, are you?"
"What gave it away?" he asked, his tone dry but amused.
"Everything," she said, gesturing at him with the empty tray. "You've got the look of someone who's either about to start a fight or charm someone into your bed. Haven't decided which one you're aiming for yet."
Tsun chuckled, his eyes flicking to hers. "What if it's both?"
She grinned, biting her lower lip as she tapped her tray with her fingers. "Well, aren't you confident."
"Just honest," Tsun replied, leaning back in his chair. His gaze dipped for a moment, unapologetically taking her in before meeting her eyes again. "What about you? You always this friendly with strangers, or am I just lucky tonight?"
She leaned against the table now, her tone dropping slightly. "I'm picky, if that's what you're asking. But lucky? Maybe."
He smirked, tilting his head. "Good to know. So, what's your name, or do I have to keep calling you the generous barmaid in my head?"
She laughed again, shaking her head. "It's Saadia. And you?"
"Tsun," he said simply.
"Hmm," she said, straightening and tapping the edge of the table with her tray. "Strong name. Figures." Her gaze flicked briefly to his broad shoulders and then back to his face. "Well, Tsun, let me know if you need anything else. A refill, some food..." Her smirk widened, and her tone turned teasing. "Company."
Tsun grabbed her behind and squeezed it gently. "I'm always up for making new friends," he said with a grin, making her moan slightly.
Saadia leaned down slightly, her voice dropping low enough so only he could hear. "I get off work in an hour. If you're serious, wait here."
Tsun nodded, his grin widening. "I'll be here."
She straightened and walked off, leaving him to his thoughts. The next hour dragged as he watched the lively tavern, his eyes occasionally drifting back to Saadia as she worked. When the hour finally passed, she returned, her tray empty and her expression teasing.
"Follow me," she said, tilting her head toward the stairs at the back of the tavern.
Tsun stood, following her as she led him through the bustling room. The noise of the tavern began to fade as they climbed the stairs, the wooden steps creaking under their weight. At the top, Saadia led him to a small room tucked away from the main corridor. She opened the door and stepped inside, motioning for him to follow. The room was modest but cozy, with a small bed pushed against the wall, a wooden table with a single chair, and a chest at the foot of the bed. A faint scent of lavender hung in the air, likely from the dried sprigs tied to the window frame.
Saadia leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed as she watched him step inside. "So, what brings a man like you to Whiterun?" she asked, her tone casual but curious.
Tsun smirked, closing the door behind him. "Long story. Let's just say I'm passing through."
"Passing through," she echoed, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Well, you've certainly made an impression."
He shrugged, stepping closer to her. "I tend to do that."
She laughed softly, shaking her head. "Confident, aren't you?"
"Like I said," he replied, his voice low, "just honest."
Saadia pushed off the doorframe, stepping closer to him, her eyes locked on his. "Well, Tsun," she said, her voice a little softer now, "let's see if you're as interesting as you look."
Tsun smirked, closing the distance between them as the door clicked shut behind him. Saadia, with her dark hair and exotic features, was close now, her body almost touching his. She wore a simple dress, the fabric clinging to her curves, her breasts pressing slightly against the material. Tsun could see the outline of her nipples through the cloth, the sight stirring him.
He leaned in, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss, "Mmm," he hummed against her mouth. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her body through her dress. She responded, her lips parting, allowing his tongue to explore, the sound of their kissing wet and eager.
Saadia's hands moved to his shoulders, then down his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles under his shirt. "Ahh," she gasped as he moved his hands lower, cupping her ass, pulling her against his growing erection. He could feel her heat through their clothes, the friction making him harder.
He broke the kiss, his hands now at her neckline, pulling down her dress to reveal her breasts, full and round, the nipples dark and already hard. "Mmm," he groaned, bending down to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking and circling it with his tongue. Saadia moaned, "Ohh," her hands in his hair, pressing him closer.
Tsun's hands roamed, one on her breast, the other slipping under her dress, finding no undergarments, just the warmth and wetness of her. "Ahh, yes," she moaned as his fingers parted her, sliding through her hair to her clit, circling it. The room filled with the sounds of her arousal, wet and slick.
He pushed her back towards the bed, her dress falling off her shoulders, pooling around her waist. She sat, then lay back, her legs parting for him. Tsun quickly shed his own clothes, his erection standing proud. He knelt between her legs, his cock brushing against her, the head slick with pre-cum.
He positioned himself, rubbing his cock against her, "Mmm," both of them groaned at the sensation. Then he pushed in, her tightness enveloping him, "Ahh," Saadia moaned, her body adjusting to him. He began to thrust, slow at first, the bed creaking under them, "Creak, creak."
Her breasts bounced with each movement, her moans growing louder, "Ohh, ahh." Tsun watched her face, contorted in pleasure, his own grunts joining her sounds. He picked up the pace, the slapping of skin against skin loud, "Slap, slap," filling the room.
Saadia wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back, "Mmm, yes," she urged him on. The room was filled with the sounds of their coupling, the squelch of her wetness, the slap of their bodies, their moans and grunts.
Tsun felt the pressure building, his thrusts becoming faster, "Ahh, ohh," Saadia's voice high-pitched now. He could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm approaching. He thrust harder, deeper, the bed shaking with their rhythm ...as Saadia's body began to tense, her moans turning into sharp cries, "Ahh, ahh!" Her legs tightened around him, her heels pressing into his lower back, urging him on. Tsun felt her inner muscles clench around his cock, the sensation pushing him closer to the edge.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, their tongues clashing, "Mmm," the taste of her arousal on his lips. His hands found her breasts again, squeezing, his thumbs rolling over her nipples, adding to her pleasure.
Saadia's hands moved to his ass, pulling him into her with each thrust, her body shaking with the force of her nearing climax. She broke the kiss, her head thrown back, "Oh gods, ohh," her voice echoing in the small room.
Tsun thrust harder, the bed now loudly protesting, "Creak, creak," the sound of their bodies colliding wet and rhythmic, "Slap, slap." He felt the heat, the wetness, the tightness around him, his own release building, his balls tight against him.
Then Saadia's orgasm hit, her body convulsing, "Aaaahhhh," her muscles gripping him in waves, milking him. Tsun grunted, the sensation too much, his own climax overtaking him. He thrust deep, holding there as he began to cum, "Mmm," the first spurts hot inside her. His body shook with each pulse, filling her, "Ahh," his sounds mingling with hers. He thrust through his orgasm, each movement drawing out more, the wet sounds of their release filling the air, "Squelch, squelch." Saadia's moans were continuous, her body trembling beneath him.
They stayed like that, his cock still inside her, both panting, the room silent but for their heavy breathing. Tsun looked down at her, her face flushed, her dark hair spread out on the bed, her chest heaving. The scent of sex, sweat, and lavender mixed in the air. He slowly pulled out, watching as his seed mixed with her fluids, leaking from her. Saadia lay there, her legs still spread, her body glistening with sweat. Tsun lay beside her, his arm draped over her waist, their bodies slick where they touched.
The aftermath of their coupling left the room thick with the musk of sex, the bed a mess, the sheets damp. Saadia turned her head towards him, a satisfied smile on her lips, her breathing slowing down, as they caught their breath, the quiet of the room broken only by the occasional creak of the settling bed. Saadia's smile grew, her hand reaching out to trace the lines of his chest, her touch light and teasing. "You certainly know how to make an impression," she whispered, her voice still husky from their exertions.
Tsun smirked, his hand moving to her hip, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his. "I aim to please," he replied, his fingers now brushing over her skin, moving down to her thigh, feeling the dampness there.
Saadia shifted, turning to face him, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Well, you've pleased me," she said, her eyes locked on his, a playful challenge in them. Suddenly, she pushed him back, rolling on top, her movements swift and decisive. "But let's see how you handle this," she said with a grin, positioning herself to take him from above. She grabbed his cock, still slick from their earlier session, and guided it to her entrance, lowering herself onto him with a grunt, "Mmm," both moaned as she took him in, the tightness and warmth enveloping him. She began to ride him, her pace fast and rough, the bed creaking loudly under their weight, "Creak, creak."
Her breasts bounced with each forceful thrust, her hands on his chest for leverage, nails digging into his skin, "Ahh," she moaned, her movements wild, her hips slamming down on him, "Slap, slap," the sound of their bodies colliding. Tsun watched her, his hands now on her hips, guiding her, pulling her down harder onto him.
Saadia leaned forward, her hair falling around her face, her breath hot against his neck. She bit down lightly on his shoulder, "Mmm," the pain mixing with pleasure for Tsun. His hands moved to her ass, squeezing, feeling the muscles work under his grip as she rode him with abandon.
Their rhythm was intense, the room filled with the sounds of their rough coupling, the squelch of her wetness, the slap of skin, their moans and grunts unrestrained. "Ahh, ohh," Saadia's voice was loud, her body moving with a fierceness that drove Tsun wild. He thrust up to meet her, his movements matching her intensity, the bed shaking under their combined force. Saadia's pace increased, her breath coming in sharp gasps, "Yes, yes," she urged him on, her body tightening around him, signaling her approaching climax.
Tsun felt his own orgasm building, the roughness of their coupling pushing him towards the edge. He thrust harder into her, their bodies locked in this fierce dance, the sounds of their sex echoing through the room. Saadia's nails raked down his chest, the pain adding to the pleasure, her moans turning into screams as she neared her peak Saadia's body tensed, her movements becoming erratic as she chased her climax. Her moans turned into sharp cries, "Ahh, ahh!" her nails digging deeper into Tsun's skin, leaving red marks. She threw her head back, her hair wild around her, the sight driving Tsun to thrust even harder into her.
He felt her muscles clench around him, her orgasm hitting like a wave, "Aaaahhhh," she screamed, her body shaking on top of him, her inner walls milking his cock. The intensity of her orgasm pushed Tsun over the edge, his own climax erupting, "Mmm, fuck," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust up into her, prolonging his release.
Their bodies moved together, the bed creaking wildly, "Creak, creak," the sounds of their coupling wet and loud, "Squelch, squelch." Saadia's movements slowed, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her breathing heavy.
Tsun kept thrusting, drawing out both their pleasures, his seed mixing with her fluids, leaking out around his cock. Saadia collapsed forward onto him, her chest heaving, her body slick with sweat. She lay there, her face buried in his neck, her breath hot against his skin, both of them panting. After a moment, she lifted her head, looking into his eyes, a wild, satisfied look in hers. "That was... good," she breathed out, her voice hoarse from her cries. Tsun smirked, his hands still on her, feeling the heat of her body, the dampness of their coupling.
He rolled her over, not breaking their connection, positioning her on her hands and knees. "We're not done yet," he said, his voice low and husky. He entered her from behind, the new angle making her gasp, "Ohh," her body still sensitive. He began to thrust, the pace rough and deep, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass loud, "Slap, slap." Saadia's hands gripped the sheets, her moans starting again, "Mmm, ahh," her body rocking back to meet his thrusts, the bed shaking with their force.
Tsun's hands roamed over her back, down to her ass, squeezing, his fingers digging into her flesh. He watched as her body moved with each thrust, her breasts swaying beneath her, her moans growing louder. He leaned forward, his chest against her back, one hand moving to her clit, circling it, adding to her pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of their rough sex, the wet sounds of their coupling, their moans, and the creaking bed. Saadia's body tensed again, another orgasm building, her voice rising, "Oh gods, yes, yes," as Tsun continued his pace. But this was only the beginning of their night. They explored each other's bodies with an insatiable hunger, moving from one position to another, their moans and the sounds of their passion echoing through the room for most of the night.
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AN: Freyja is gone, pretty sad but she'll be seen again don't worry lads. Our boy needs to become a legend in his own right. Anyway he's fucking Saadia at the moment which is a necessity, because I've completed her quest every single run I've done, and that includes the Amorous Adventures edition. Shout out to sex. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
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