Half-dazed yet alert, Aldar is met by a concerned Tyana and Donlin. As they burst into the room and dash towards him, they are momentarily distracted by his lack of clothes, with his arousal unabashedly on display. Their gaze lingers, a noticeable gulp breaking the silence.

The warmth coursing through his body, coupled with the penetrating stares of the women, kindles a complex frustration within him. But just as he's about to voice his feelings, Tyana, kneeling to meet Aldar eye-to-eye, interjects with a voice heavy with remorse.

“Aldar, are you hurt? We didn't realize you had been abducted. We promised to keep you safe, and I'm deeply sorry that we fell short...” Her eyes, earnest and apologetic.

Exhaling deeply, Donlin kneels on one knee, placing a comforting hand on Tyana's shoulder. Her eyes, filled with worry, meet Aldar's as she apologizes, "Let's get you home, boy, sorry we let you down."

The heat inside him reignites, fueling the flames of his arousal as he takes in the sight of Tyana dressed in skin-tight black attire. The fabric clings to every curve of her body, except for her hips and breasts which are boldly highlighted by black leather—a pair of form-fitting leather shorts and a styled leather bra top, adding an edge to her allure. In stark contrast, Donlin's imposing heavy armor shrouds her figure, revealing only her face, now unmasked by the removal of her helmet.

As his frustration nears its peak, Aldar glances towards Donlin, mindful of his friend Maero's feelings. Calmly, he addresses her, “Donlin, could you please put up a barrier that blocks both sound and sight from entering this room? I need to get dressed and would like a word with Tyana in private.”

Donlin, clearly perplexed by the request, takes Aldar's recent kidnapping into account and acts with thoughtful consideration. She looks to Tyana, who is equally confused, yet both understand the seriousness of the moment. With a nod of consent from Tyana, Donlin receives a small rectangular object, its surface detailed with elaborate symbols and lines, indicative of her adept skills.

Tyana's gaze follows Aldar while Donlin exits the room. She's concerned for his well-being as she notices his breathing becoming heavier and quicker. His eyes dart towards her, but they also seem to sweep across the room, taking in everything. She thinks to herself, “It seems he needs to let out his emotions, to cry with someone by his side. The full impact of what he's been through must be dawning on him. If he needs a shoulder to cry on, I'll be there for him.”

As Donlin erect the barrier, Aldar, with a flustered breath, stammers, “T-Tyana... back at the tavern... you entered the pick up line competition, right?... There must have been some intention behind your decision to join...”

Thrown off by the sudden question, Tyana cocks her head to the right and answers uncertainly, “Y-Yes?”

Aldar, battling the rush of his arousal, speaks with hurried breaths, “Well... since we... we never declared or rewarded a champion... I think it's only right to fulfill my promise and reward the winner now.”

With a light poke, Aldar presses on Tyana’s nipple threw her black leather bra As he draws his face a bit closer.

Tyana’s body react faster than her mind, as she releases a soft moan and her nipple stiffening. Unable to understand the situation, Tyana blurts out, “Aldar, are you sure that you are alright?, your acting rather strange. We need to bring you Mmfh~h!?”

Her last words are muffled as she is interrupted by a deep and passionate kiss from Aldar. Tyana's heart began pounding wildly in her chest, and the moisture between her legs grew.

Feeling like she is taking advantage of a hurt young boy by not pushing him away with her superior strength, Tyana feels guilty, but the sensation of having a boy so passionately embrace her feels so good. She tries to think of reasons to stop, but the sensation of his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth is too much.

As he parts his lips from hers, Tyana finds a semblance of clarity and scoots back, her hands pressed between them as she tries to catch her breath, still feeling the effects of their closeness. Trying to be the voice of reason while her heart races, she says, “Look, I get that you’ve been through a lot, but this isn’t how you fix it. If you need to talk or just want a hug, I can do that.” Her breath comes in soft pants, showing her own struggle with the intensity of the moment.

After Tyana's words of comfort, Aldar experiences a brief moment of clarity, But this respite is swiftly broken by a relentless itch at the sites where Melandyr bit him, a sensation that quickly gives way to a surge of intense heat and arousal that affects his mind once more.

Aldar scoots closer, his arms embracing her as goes in for a hug, Aldar leans in and sensually whispers, “Do you not want me Tyana? Here I am all naked, promising to reward you, for your valiant rescue and being the champion of the competition in the tavern.”

Aldar gently moves closer, his arms wrapping around her in a tender embrace. As they hug, he leans in, his voice dropping to a sensual whisper that tickles her ear. “Do you not crave me, Tyana? Here I am, naked, ready to bestow upon you a reward for your gallant rescue and your triumphant victory in the tavern's competition.”

Tyana feels a wave of arousal surge through her as Aldar’s heavy breaths mingle with his sweet words. Inexperienced in such sensual moments, she finds herself speechless, her breaths mirroring his in intensity, her voice lost in a maze of stammering awe.

Sensing her arousal and lack of courage to act on it, Aldar locks his gaze with Tyana's, a devilish smile plays on his lips, signaling the deepening of his seductive pursuit. His left hand boldly caresses her breast, squeezing firmly, igniting a mix of shock and pleasure in Tyana. Meanwhile, his right hand travels down to her thigh, his touch bold and calculated. Aldar's intention is clear: to indulge Tyana for her bravery, while also teasing her for her lateness.

The heat of Aldar's breath against her skin makes Tyana's nipples stiffen in anticipation, her arousal intensifying noticeably. Struggling to articulate her thoughts, Tyana's mind is clouded as Aldar's hand maneuvers over her thigh. His fingers trace the edge of her black leather shorts, teasingly close yet not quite touching where she craves his touch the most. Meanwhile, Simultaneously, his other hand moves to the back, unfastening the clasps of her black leather top. As the material loosens, he peels it away, revealing her breasts beneath.

Aldar then changes his approach, bringing his mouth provocatively close to her exposed nipple. He gently bites her right nipple, triggering a blend of pain and pleasure that ripples through Tyana's body.

This bite overwhelms Tyana's restraint, drawing out a deep, satisfied moan. Her body trembles, clearly signaling her climax from Aldar's teasing.

Feeling Aldar’s hard cock deepens Tyana's arousal, her cheeks coloring a deep crimson. Aldar looks at her with a knowing smile.

Trying to reel in some dignity at how Aldar is defeminizing her, Tyana says, “H-How do you know so much, I didn't think a boy like you had experience like that, or are you an incubus in “Ahn~h.” The last bit is a reaction to Aldar pinching her nipple.

Starting to realize that his mounting frustration is alleviated when he teases Tyana, Aldar decides to further provoke her. “I am not an incubus, but I must admit, I feel akin to one at this moment—desiring to consume you entirely, leaving nothing untouched. But only if you desire it, which you do, don’t you?”

As Tyana surrenders to the sensations Aldar awakens within her, her mind races. “This is it—the raw thrill of being the sole focus of someone's desire. It's not just intoxicating; it's corrupting,” she realizes. The addictive allure of such attention becomes clear to her, a compelling force she now understands why Donlin pursued so fervently. “To feel so vibrantly alive, each of his touches sending shockwaves through me like thunder—it's utterly overwhelming.” In Aldar's gaze, she discovers a deep longing she never acknowledged before. He chose her, sent Donlin away, just for these moments alone with her. This realization ignites a sinister obsession, a yearning not merely for his touch, but for his constant, undivided attention. “I want him—his eyes, his hands, always on me, forever. I can't let this end.”

As the heat continues to surge inside him, a small amount of precum begins leaking from the tip of his cock. a detail that does not escape Tyana's notice. As she loudly gulps.

With a lustful gaze, Tyana answers, “Claim me, please. I've waited far too long already.”

Reveling in the tease, Aldar's tone takes on a sinister edge as he says, “What happened to the honorable Tyana, the one who said we shouldn’t indulge in this? Did the sight of a wounded, vulnerable man lying here naked tempt you?”

Tyana is rendered speechless. This experience diverges sharply from her fantasies; the tales always described sex with a man as painted in strokes of kindness and tenderness, and where men whispered loving comforts...

Yet, here before her desire, there is only this young, confident, and dominant boy. His erect cock is profoundly erotic, and his provocative words only serve to heighten her excitement.

Aldar's tone softens yet carries a firm edge, “Your silence tells me everything. Seems I'll need to deliver a delicious punishment.”

Aldar reaches out and touches Tyana's pussy lips. Her shorts are soaked through, and her body tenses when his fingers touch her. A deep blush spreads across her face, and her eyes, wide with anticipation, meet his. Words fail her, leaving her lips parted in a silent murmur.

The feeling of a Aldar’s hand against her pussy lips is almost too much, and Tyana moans. The sound is deep and guttural, and her legs quiver from the sensation.

Seeing how Tyana is anticipating his action, Aldar sinisterly takes action and lightly pinches her clitoris, the action causing a jolt to rush through Tyana’s body.

The intermingling of pain and pleasure causes Tyana's back to arch, her voice seizing in her throat. A wave of shame washes through her, mingled with arousal stemming from the undivided attention Aldar is bestowing upon her. Witnessing his enjoyment of her body, the way he touches her—it's a liberating sensation.

Reflecting on her life, Tyana can't shake off a sense of bitterness. She's always been the sister in the shadow, watching her flirt and enjoy the attention of guys who never even glanced Tyana’s way. She's always just observed, never participated. But now, with Aldar, things are different. His attention is all on her, making her feel a rush she’s never known. It’s not just about being out of her sister’s shadow; it’s about finally being the one in the spotlight, even if it’s in a way she never expected. The focus Aldar gives her, the blend of pain and pleasure—it's a freedom she never anticipated.

Her response sends a thrill through Aldar, prompting a wicked smile to spread across his face. He feels a rush that eclipses the excitement he experienced with Trixie and Zendia. Craving more of this potent sensation, Aldar issues a firm command to Tyana, “Turn around, get your butt up and your face down.”

Observing Tyana's eager anticipation as she wiggles her butt, Aldar acts with sinister intent and delivers a spank. The impact elicits a moan from Tyana, a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. Aldar leans in close, whispering, “You wanted a reward, right?”

With a mix of desire and submission in her eyes, Tyana responds, “Y-yes, please reward me, I deserve it. And please, keep your eyes only on me.”

Aldar then slides his hand into her shorts, feeling the soft, wet texture of her panties. This intensifies his arousal. Tyana's breathing becomes heavier, her cheeks flush, and her heart races. The sight of her quivering under his touch is overwhelming.

Pausing, Aldar strokes her butt and remarks, “What an unladylike woman you are, brought to submission by a boy, probably half your age. You came to comfort me, to ease my pain? Yet here you are, being spanked as punishment and relishing it as a reward.”

Interrupting her response with another hard spank, Aldar watches as Tyana's body quivers with pleasure.

Seeing her red, glistening buttocks, Aldar's arousal reaches new heights. Feeling confident, he positions himself, his cock teasing the entrance of Tyana’s pussy. “Where's the appreciation?” he taunts. “Here I am, taking care of you, and all you do is moan like a pig.”

Face down, with her butt up, Tyana murmurs, “Thank you for noticing me, for rewarding me. Now please, bless me with your hard cock.”

Before penetrating her, Aldar places his left foot on her face, positioning himself to mount her. His first thrust is deep and hard, drawing a loud moan from Tyana.

As Tyana moans, Aldar feels his divine emblem heat up. He pauses, puzzled, as he realizes Tyana can neither move nor make a sound. Confused and alarmed, he notices the ceiling lighting up and hears a voice.

“My lovely child, my future saint, the vampire's corruption seems too much for your current state. I will aid you, but be mindful of your value and weaknesses in the future.”

As the voice finishes, a strong light envelops Aldar and Tyana. Aldar sees black flickering light escaping from both their pores.

Feeling love and warmth in the voice, Aldar recognizes Goddess Xalena. Ashamed of his current position, mounted on Tyana, he attempts to change his posture but can't. “Goddess Xalena? What’s happening?” he asks, his voice tinged with shame.

“You’re under a curse that amplifies desires,” Xalena explains. “It seems you sought revenge and had unfulfilled desires toward this woman. I’ve purified you both, but this experience might change her. That's now your responsibility. Be kind and reward her efforts. Also, the barrier will soon dissolve, so be ready. Good luck, I’ll be watching.”

As Xalena's words end, Aldar feels a kiss on his cheek. His body energizes, his arousal intensifies, leading him to thrust hard into Tyana involuntarily, eliciting a moan. He then hears Tyana’s heavy breathing again. With a clear mind, Aldar assesses the situation.

Tyana is drooling on the ground, her tongue caressing his feet, while he remains deep inside her. He contemplates removing his foot, uncertain if it might disrupt the mood, as she seems engrossed. Internally sighing, Aldar muses on the peculiar fetishes often associated with those skilled in stealth. Recalling Xalena's words, he begins to thrust rhythmically into her.

Tyana’s muffled moans reverberate through the room as she feels Aldar's thrusts, each stroke drawing her closer to climax.
Aldar senses his own orgasm approaching and picks up the pace, his pace going stronger and faster as he removes his foot from her face. Sensing Tyana orgasm, Aldar removes his cock from her pussy and accidently squirts his climax on her face and back.

After a brief pause, Aldar inquires gently, “Tyana, are you alright?”

With a dreamy tone, Tyana answers, “Never better, thank you.”

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