Path of Radiance Reborn

And I'm back. Surprisingly. I didn't think I was going to continue this story, but I've received positive reviews and just got a break from a motherload of work. I will update sporadically, and I do have other things to do so it will likely not be constant, but it will occur in less time than the time it took me to update this.



I chose an unlikely pairing for this because I don't like reading the same people over and over again, and I decided to add some variety. Plus I like the characters from my game. Wind Magic FTW.



Chapter contains slight game spoilers and M/F and oral. Read at your own risk.



Disclaimer: First page. Off with you, now :)



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The harsh sounds of metal striking metal tore through Soren’s ears, mixed with the shouts of the living and the screams of the dying that echoed across the craggy slopes of the mountain. Squinting through the haze of arrows, he saw Oscar, Keiran and Titania fighting on a trail to his right, their lances seeming to gleam with delight as scarlet blood spurted along their lengths. Above them, Soren saw the circling shape of a Jill’s wyvern, swooping down again and again, emitting a loud roar. However, unknown to her, a group of Daien archers had appeared from behind the cover of a long ridge, aiming their longbows at her.



Raising his arm for what felt like the thousandth time, he called forth a gale of shrieking wind and directed it at the grouping of Daien soldiers. The air spiraled around his hand, sending his robes swirling madly around him. The raging currents of air branched out from his hands in large swirls, striking the rocks beneath the soldiers. Soren barely heard their cries of fear over the sound of the rocks shattering, sending the soldiers tumbling to their demise amidst a cloud of falling rock.



Soren sighed in relief as Jill’s wyvern soared out of bow range and circled around. He watched it to make sure it wasn’t in any other danger, and turned to continue up the slope, when he heard several crunching footsteps behind him. Cursing himself inwardly for his lapse in concentration, Soren whirled around, when a black gauntleted hand grabbed him by the throat from behind.



“Crimean scum,” a voice spat, and Soren found himself staring at a Daien soldier, his eyes burning with hate beneath his helmet. Soran choked for breath, his hands scrabbling at the unforgiving hand holding his throat, but to no avail. The man held fast. “Worthless sellsword,” the man growled. “I’m going to cut out your heart and leave you here for the crows.” With his other hand, he pulled his sword back.



A sharp stab of fear shot through Soren’s body. He abandoned his effort to pull the man away and instead reached into his robes, feeling the curved handle of his bone-dagger. Remembering the Daien armour he had studied from the corpse of a soldier after his first battle, he recalled that the armour was weak below the arm, as well as at the neck. Withdrawing the dagger, Soren swung it in one fluid motion, aiming for the area at the neck where the plates separated.



The soft noise of his blade rubbing against the metal armour told Soren he had scored a successful hit. The man’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened, but only a garbled moan and a trickle of blood came out. The gauntlet holding his throat loosened its grip, and Soren tore himself free of his captor, rubbing his throat and gasping for breath. “Maybe some other time,” Soren said, as the soldier crumpled to the blood-stained dirt, motionless.



Turning away from the soldier’s corpse, Soren looked back up the mountainside. The battle appeared to be turning in their favour. The Paladins had smashed through the ranks of the soldiers, and most of the swordfighters were making their sure way up the path. As Soren watched, more catapults began hurling large boulders through the air, bearing down upon the soldiers from the front. However, Ilyana and Tormod were situated lower down, sending out arcs of lightning and streams of fire to destroy the boulders in midair. Shinon and Rolf stood on either side of them, firing arrows up the range and finding their targets with deadly accuracy. The majority of the Daien force had been obliterated. The only remainders were one small grouping situated along the path, and one larger force at the mountain peak. Corpses lay strewn across the paths.



“Soren, hurry up!” Ike yelled from above, flourishing his sword in a quick circle at his side before he ran it through a Daien soldier. Gatrie stomped up the path towards him, body checking an unfortunate soldier who happened to be in his way. The man was sent right off the mountain path, screaming all the way down.



Looks like we’ve got it, Soren thought, starting to trudge up the path. He felt a rush of wind at his back, and a moment later the shadow of a winged horse passed over him. Looking up, he saw Marcia flying past on her Pegasus, her pink hair fluttering about her head. Below it, Soren felt a cold pit in his stomach as he saw an archer from the Daein soldier group on the path man a ballistae. Marcia, who was focused solely on the Daien forces at the mountain peak, didn’t see them.



“Marcia, get back!”



Soren’s shout came too late. As Marcia turned her head to look at him, the soldier at the ballistae fired. A huge arrow went sailing through the air, striking the Pegasus squarely in the right flank. The winged horse gave a neighing shriek, its wings failing. A rivulet of blood began to stream along the white horse’s side, and the creature dropped like a stone. Soren saw Marcia’s eyes widen with fear and her mouth open in a scream right as the flying horse slammed into the earth below. Both the Pegasus and its Rider vanished in a cloud of dust.



Shit.



Above, Ike’s face went pale with worry and shock. Soren cursed their luck as he motioned hurriedly for Ike to continue. “I’ll get her! Finish them off!” he snapped, before turning away and moving down the path towards the downed girl.



* * * * *



Unbearable pain arched through her trapped leg, rippling across her body and causing her to jerk in agony. Try as she might, she simply couldn’t free herself from the writhing Pegasus collapsed on top of her. Marcia’s right side felt completely numb, and a sticky, wet fluid was slowly staining her left leg. Blood.



Should have seen it coming…



Marcia was vaguely aware of someone shouting her name. She was losing the fight to stay conscious. Her entire body sang with pain, and she could feel a sharp rock jutting through the underside of her right shoulder plate, carving into her skin. She choked for air, when she became aware of a shadow bearing down upon her.



Is that what I think it… oh, no…



Marcia gazed up at the falling boulder, another courtesy of Daein and their cursed troops. She feebly redoubled her efforts to pry her leg from under her neighing Pegasus, but it was stuck fast. The huge boulder grew larger and larger as it rapidly approached.



Marcia closer her eyes and waited for the boulder to hit, but it never did. A voice nearby yelled something again, and there was a huge explosion, followed by the sound of falling rocks. Squeezing one eye open, she saw a stream of fire connect with the boulder, sending flaming chunks of rubble in every direction. All of them landed away from her. She was saved.



Her chest heaving, Marcia twisted her head to see Soren, the serious looking Mage, running towards her with an expression that was a mix of worry, frustration, and anger. He reached her and knelt by her side, placing one hand on the Pegasus’s side to still it.



“Are you hurt?” he asked brusquely, stroking the Pegasus several times; it gave a pained sigh and began to stop struggling. “My… my leg,” Marcia whispered, immediately feeling embarrassed at how shaky her voice sounded. “It’s trapped. I can’t move it.”



“When I say now, push against the Pegasus as hard as you can,” Soren said. Without waiting for her affirmative, he wrapped his arms around her waist, touching the sides of her breasts. Marcia’s face turned red. Surprised that she could possibly be thinking about that now, she put her arms on the Pegasus and shut her eyes tight.



“Now.”



Soren pulled back as hard as he could, and Marcia pushed against the horse, gasping against the sharp pain in her leg. However, her leg popped out of its prison, a trickle of blood seeping through her red stocking. Marcia felt dizzy as Soren put her arm around his shoulders and his around her waist, pulling her up to a standing position. “Let’s go,” he said. “Don’t put too much weight on your leg.”



“I can’t leave my –” Marcia started fearfully, but Soren shook his head. “Rhys and Mist will take care of it, the Pegasus will be fine. But you won’t, if you don’t hurry up. Come on.”



Soren began to help her up the path, heading for the top of the mountain. His arm felt tough and strong around her waist, and even though she was wounded and bleeding, she felt safe. Her head was swimming slightly, and her eyes slowly lost focus. She tried to retain consciousness, but she lost the fight. Her last thought before she drifted off was that she hoped the others were all right.



* * * * *



Ike pulled his sword from the Daein captain and let the carcass fall at his feet, breathing hard. The man had put up a good fight, but not good enough. “Is that all of them?” Ike asked, looking around. Most of the group had assembled atop the mountain, with the exception of Soren, Rhys, and Marcia. Ranulf, his wildcat form blurring and shifting until he stood erect and in human form once more, frowned. “I could have sworn there were more of them from down there. Odd…”



Suddenly, there was a triumphant shout, and several more soldiers popped out of hiding from behind some craggy rocks. “Die, fools!” One of them screamed, readying a bow. Ike cursed and began to draw his sword, when a huge shadow dropped from the sky and fell upon the soldiers.



What happened next happened too fast for Ike to see it. There was a dark blur of feathers, several screams, a flash of claws, and several spurts of scarlet. Then the soldiers fell to the ground, dead.



Ike started in awe as a huge hawk looked at the group from its perch upon a stone, shuffling its dark feathers rimmed with light blue. The hawk then made a noise, and a split second later, a huge man with two broad, dark wings upon his back stood in its place. The man grinned at them. “Need a hand?”



“Tibarn!” Reyson said joyfully, flying closer. “You came.”



“Well met, friend,” the King of Phoenicis said. “I thought I’d help you wipe out Daien.”



“Your help is much appreciated,” Ike said wearily, sheathing his sword. “However, that is not the only reason,” Tibarn continued, his voice lowering. “What has happened?” Reyson inquired. Tibarn hesitated. “In a moment,” he said. “First, let us reach the valley below the Marhaut Range. The king of lions waits for us there.”



“Sounds good to me,” Ike said, before calling out to his troops. “Come, everyone! To the foot of the mountain! Let’s get out of here and get some rest at the bottom!”



Murmuring in relief, the crowd of mercenaries and soldiers moved off down the mountain. The laguz birds took to the sky and arrowed downwards. Ike began to follow them, when a hoarse grunt stopped him.



“Ike. A little help, please.” Ike turned around, and Soren hauled a limp Marcia over the top of the mountain, his face red with exhaustion. “Oh, man,” Ike said in worry. He had forgotten all about them. “Is she all right?”



“She’s fine,” Soren grunted, shifting Marcia’s other arm onto Ike’s shoulder. “She’s just unconscious. Rhys is down there healing the Pegasus, and then he’s going to fly it to the camp.”



“Thank the Goddess,” Ike breathed. “Is she the only serious casualty?” Soren nodded. “That I know of. Come, we should head down to the camp. We need to discuss our next move.” Ike nodded, and together the two young men began their walk down the mountain, the unconscious form of Marcia propped up between them.



* * * * *



“So in short, both Fort Pinell and Nados Castle need to be taken, and quickly,” Soren reported, running a hand through his long black hair. The war council sat around the long table, staring at the map he had produced. Ike and Elincia sat side by side, their hands touching. Both looked troubled. Tibarn, Caineghis, and Titania sat on Ike’s right side. Geoffrey, Bastian, and Lucia sat on Elincia’s left.



“Which poses more of a threat?” Ike asked. “Which has more soldiers?”



“Fort Pinell,” Soren replied, glancing at the map. “But they’re situated too closely together for a full out assault to work. We need to keep them separate.”



“Dividing our army? That’s suicide,” Titania objected. “They could attack us from the rear.”



“We have to move against both at once,” Lucia said. “But if we can’t divide our army… what do we do?” Bastian sighed. “Daien’s foul grip tightens upon our fair land. Mistakes we cannot afford, or our effort shall result in failure. Daein’s skill in war is admirable.”



“Don’t say that,” Geoffrey snapped. “You shouldn’t praise them. They are our enemy.”



“Knowing your enemy is vital in war, good sir,” Bastian pointed out. “I would not expect a block-headed ruffian such as yourself to understand this, but –”



“What did you say?” Geoffrey asked. “Enough,” Tibarn said, looking slightly amused by the argument. “What should our next move be, then?”



“Well, you’re the tactician, Soren,” Ike said tiredly. “What do you suggest?”



“We can’t divide the army, but we could send a small force to attack the base with weaker defenses and keep it occupied,” Soren said simply. “At the same time, the main army can focus on the other one and conquer it.”



“Then the main army should lead the assault on Fort Pinell,” Tibarn said. “I’ll take my army and we can keep Nados Castle busy.”



“A unit of Gallians shall accompany you,” Caineghis said quietly. “We shall create a diversion and allow you to attack Fort Pinell. We cannot stall them forever, though, you’ll have to complete your siege in a certain amount of time.”



“If that’s the only way, it shall be done,” Ike said solemnly. The others nodded their affirmative. “It has to wait until tomorrow, though,” Geoffrey said. Most of the troops are exhausted. Crossing the mountain and attacking a heavily defended fortress in the same day isn’t wise. The troops need rest.”



“Everyone should get a good night’s sleep then,” Ike said, standing. “Meeting adjourned. We attack Pinell at first light tomorrow. May the Goddess watch over us.”



Titania, Elincia, and the others filed out slowly, until only Soren and Ike remained. “How’s Marcia holding up?” Soren asked. “Mist fixed her up a while ago,” Ike mumbled. “Rhys brought her Pegasus in as well. She’s probably asleep at the infirmary.”



“She shouldn’t fight tomorrow,” Soren said bluntly. Ike turned to face him, his eyes tired. “She’s proven her worth many times before. It could have happened to anybody. If she feels up to it, she comes with us. It’s her decision.”



“We can’t afford to have any major casualties,” Soren objected. “We’re at the most crucial stage in the war. We can’t make a mistake again.”



“And we won’t,” Ike said firmly. “If Marcia feels the same way, she can remain behind and rest. I’m not going to mess this up.” His words seemed to drain him, and he slumped against the wall. “I’ve got to check on Marcia.” He pulled himself up slowly. “You need rest too,” Soren said quietly. “Go. I’ll check on Marcia. You won’t be able to lead if you’re not well rested.”



“You sure?” Ike asked, although his face betrayed his exhaustion. “Go,” Soren repeated. Ike nodded gratefully and left. Soren sighed. He took the map down and packed up the rest of the equipment, left it on the table, and left.



Outside, twilight had come about. The stars gleamed overhead, casting the valley into a soft shadows. Soldiers milled here and there, setting up camp for the night. Shinon sat by a fire nearby, crafting more arrows for tomorrow’s battle. Rolf sat next to him. Several tents away, Ilyana and Gatrie were shoveling meat into their mouths as though they were racing. Oscar was watching them, nonplussed.



Soren walked across the camp, his black robes rustling around him. He didn’t pause to eat, or join in the weapons trading, or even talk to anyone. He simply wanted to get to Marcia and then get some sleep.



He reached the infirmary tent ten minutes later. It was full of wounded soldiers, most of them asleep. Rhys was there, as well as Mia, who was conversing quietly with him. They stopped talking as Soren walked up to them.



“Rhys. Mia,” Soren said. Both smiled and greeted him. “Which cot is Marcia’s?” Soren asked, sliding his Wind Tome in his robes. Rhys pointed towards the end of the tent. “She was sleeping last time I checked on her. Her Pegasus is tied up outside.” Soren inclined his head in thanks and went off to the tent’s rear. When he got there, however, he found the bed empty.



Sighing impatiently, he walked out the back exit, and saw Marcia’s Pegasus still roped to a tree in a makeshift pen. Its flank was completely healed. She can’t have gone far if she’s not on her Pegasus, Soren thought, looking around. Closing his eyes, he blocked out all outside noise and focused. He sensed the air around him and the grass beneath his feet. He could detect the scent of many different creatures who had been at this spot in the recent past. Two rabbits, a deer, a vast sum of soldiers –



And Marcia.



Opening his eyes, Soren started off in the direction Marcia had gone. He wove through the thicket of trees she had been through. Several minutes later, the sounds of the camp had faded, and Soren was surrounded by silence. He walked through the forest, following Marcia’s scent trail. It steadily grew stronger, and five minutes later Soren walked into a grove. Marcia lay on her back on the grass, looking up at the stars, next to a small stream, which was shining in the moonlight. Soren walked up behind her.



Marcia whirled around, her face portraying fear, but it faded as she saw Soren. “Hi,” she said quietly, meeting his eyes for a quick moment. “Hey,” Soren said, stopping a few feet away from Marcia. Her red stockings were lying next to her, and her bare, athletic legs shone in the moonlight. She was wearing only a soft pink dress, which ended above her knees, and her chest and shoulder plates. Her pink hair, which had grown since the company had first recruited her, fell around her shoulders.



“How did you know I was here, tiger?” she asked, smirking. Soren flushed and looked away. “I… just guessed.” He didn’t elaborate further. “Why did you leave the camp? It’s dangerous around here. You should have told someone.”



“I wanted some time to think,” Marcia said, her blue eyes reflecting the light on the stream. “Lately I’ve just been feeling as though I shouldn’t be dragging you all behind. I don’t know if I’m fit to keep fighting with you all.” Soren looked away, not wanting to say that he had thought that as well. He felt slightly ashamed. “You’re not acting like yourself. Why would you think that?” he asked.



Marcia crossed her arms above her breasts. “I’ve always been independent. For as long a long time, I’ve been taking care of myself. First in the Begnion Holy Guard, and then having to deal with my idiot brother…” Soren allowed himself a small smirk, but made sure Marcia didn’t see it. “I never really thought I’d be so dependent on other people. But then when Ike saved me from those pirates at Port Talma, and I joined up with the company, I’ve been being saved too often.”



“That’s not true,” Soren said, sitting next to her. “I’ll admit, I thought the same thing, but I was wrong. Everyone needs to be saved sometimes. I did, Ike did, Elincia did. You’re not alone in that respect.”



“Really?” Marcia asked softly, turning to look at him with her sapphire coloured eyes. Soren felt his heartbeat speed up. It made him uneasy. “Really.”



Marcia smiled, and for a moment they were quiet. “I never did thank you for saving me,” she murmured.



“It was the right thing to do. No thanks is necessary.”



“That’s not true,” Marcia said, moving closer to him. “But thanks for being modest, it makes me feel slightly less useless.” She grinned and leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Soren felt his face grow red and quickly let his curtain of dark hair fall forwards to hide his face. After a brief silence, Marcia spoke again. “How did you really find me?” she asked. “You definitely didn’t just guess.”



Soren’s eyes grew shuttered. “I guess you could call it a little gift – or a curse.” Marcia frowned, looking up at him. “What’s that mean?” Soren shook his head. “Nothing.” Marcia playfully punched his arm. “Come on, tell me! I told you something about myself I haven’t told anyone. Payback time!”



Soren didn’t even laugh at her enthusiasm. “I… I can’t. It’s not that simple. I can’t.” Marcia leaned over, looking Soren in the eye. He averted his gaze. “Seriously, what is it? If you want, I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret.”



Soren sighed deeply. He would probably regret saying it, but who cared. Stefan knew, and so did Ike. What did an extra person matter? “I found you because I have a heightened sense of smell, hearing, and sight,” Soren said quietly. “I have that because I am not fully human. I’m half beorc and half laguz. I’m… I’m one of the Branded.”



Marcia sat up straight, looking at him with wide eyes. “You’re… what?” she whispered. “I’m one of the Branded,” Soren repeated. “I assume you know what they are.”



“Well… yes, I was taught… I never knew that you… I mean…”



“What?” Soren asked angrily. “You were taught that we are abominations, a blasphemy violating the teachings of the Goddess? An untouchable, shunned, and hated creature, destined to be cut off from all races?”



“Soren,” Marcia started, but Soren didn’t want to hear it. “Forget it. Now you know. And since you’re safe, I’m leaving. Good night.” He started to get up, but Marcia caught his arm and held it with both of her small hands. “Soren, I’m sorry,” she said. “I never knew, but I honestly don’t care. So you’re half laguz, so what? You’re still a person. You’re still with all of us.”



“You don’t find my very existence repugnant?” Soren asked in genuine surprise. Ike was one thing, but he expected anyone who had been raised with knowledge of the Branded to treat him worse than a rabid dog. “Pfft! Of course I don’t!” Marcia said, rolling her eyes. “I’m not that judgmental. I don’t care who your parents were, or what species you’re from. Surely you weren’t thick enough to think that? I mean, you’re the tactician, you’re supposed to be smart!”



“Uh, I… thanks,” Soren said lamely. Marcia giggled. “Don’t mention it.” Soren looked at her, still marveling at the young girl. She had astonished him more than once tonight. “We should go back.”



“Why?” Marcia asked, and Soren heard a rustle of grass that meant she was moving closer to him. “Let’s stay here for a while.”



“It’s safer at the camp,” Soren said quietly. “I think we’ll be fine,” Marcia’s voice whispered from right beside his ear, and then the next thing he knew, she was kissing him.



Soren almost fell over in surprise. Marcia’s soft lips pressed against his own as she ran her hand along his, sighing into his mouth. After a second of sitting there in dumbfounded shock, he slowly began to kiss Marcia back, tentatively probing her lips with his tongue. She parted them to give him access, and then their tongues were dueling fiercely in her mouth, each fighting for dominance. Slowly, Soren lay down on the grass, Marcia pressing herself into him from above and grinding her hips against him. Soren felt himself hardening at her touch.



Without breaking the kiss, Marcia began to pull at her shoulder plates, trying to disengage them. Soren joined her, his fingers pulling at her straps until he undid them. Marcia broke the kiss for a split second as she pulled her shoulder and chest plates off, revealing her pink dress, under which she wasn’t wearing anything. Soren pulled her back into a kiss, his hands roaming down her sides and caressing her hips. Marcia moaned quietly as she became undeniably wet, her crotch pressing against Soren’s robes.



Soren continued to caress her side with one hand, and brought the other up to rub gently at her right breast. Marcia gave a tiny squeal as Soren ran his hand over her nipple, causing it to grow hard and stick out against her dress in a delicious way. Soren continued to grope at her breast, softly at first, then harder. He pinched her nipple through the dress, his penis throbbing as he heard Marcia give another sharp squeal. She rubbed her breasts against his chest herself, loving the feel of his coarse hands. Meanwhile, she began to pry at Soren’s dark robes. Getting the message, Soren quickly pulled and tugged them over his head, until he lay naked before Marcia, his throbbing erection standing at attention before Marcia’s wide-eyed gaze. She swung her legs over him, one on either side of his hips, so she was sitting on top of him. She ran her hands all along his chest, causing Soren to sigh in anticipation. Then, as he watched, she pulled the dress over her head, laying herself bare before him.



Soren’s eyes went wide as he surveyed Marcia’s form. She had succulent, ample breasts, with pert pink nipples, which stood out against her chest. Her stomach was athletic and slim, thanks to her continuous sparring and fighting. Her legs were toned from riding her Pegasus, and her pussy was glistening in the moonlight. Soren gazed at her, his eyes wide, as Marcia smiled and leaned over to kiss him again. His tongue probed against hers, and for several minutes they lay there, exploring each other with their tongues and their hands. Soren found Marcia’s toned ass and squeezed gently, causing Marcia to shudder above him. He ran his lips along her collar, kissing her neck and gently touching her soft skin with his tongue. Marcia giggled, squirming against him. Soon, her hand trailed down his chest and grabbed his thick member with her hand.



Soren let out a gasp as Marcia’s hand closed around him. He closed his eyes for a moment in bliss, his breathing coming hard and fast. “You like that?” she asked quietly. Soren nodded, opening his eyes and staring at her with them, asking her silently. Marcia smiled. She started to play with his dick, running her hand along the length of his member before leaving it to massage his balls. Soren gasped loudly. Marcia continued to pump his sizeable shaft, causing it to throb and twitch with pleasure. “Is that good?”



“Yes,” Soren groaned. “You’ll like this more, trust me,” Marcia said. She scooted backwards, positioning herself between his legs, and took his cock into her mouth.



Soren let out a loud groan as Marcia’s lips encircled him and began to slide up and down his shaft. He gripped Marcia’s hair as she bobbed her head, sliding her tongue along the head of his shaft and rubbing his balls with one of her hands. Soren gulped in air, his head rolled back in utter bliss, as Marcia continued her work. Slowly, she began to run her tongue further down his length, stimulating him even further. Is cock grew wet and slippery with saliva, and Marcia began to increase her speed, sucking the head of Soren’s cock while her hands stroked his shaft.



“I… I’m going…” Soren choked out, and Marcia murmured something from around his dick. She began to suck harder, her head moving faster as she slid further up and down his member. Soren bucked into her mouth, clutching her hair in ecstasy as she sent him to new heights of bliss. Marcia’s hands alternated to palming his balls to rubbing his shaft, while her tongue danced tantalizingly along his length. Each time Soren thought he would explode, she moved to a different area and worked there. Soon, his short gasps had transformed into long, unintelligible moans, as Marcia sucked and tongued at his cock.



“Marcia, I’m… I’m…” Soren gasped, and he went over the edge, sending a hot jet of semen into Marcia’s mouth. She sucked it all down, taking every drop, until Soren finished and lay gasping on the grass. Marcia scooted up to him. “Was that all right?” she asked, smiling, and Soren gave a short laugh. He nodded, turning to gaze at Marcia. “I think you’re up next now.”



Soren rolled Marcia over so that she lay on her back, her large breasts in the air. Soren moved his hands over them, rubbing her hard nipples with his fingers and palming her breasts at the same time. Marcia gasped happily, thrusting her chest upwards. Soren cupped and kneaded her tits together, rubbing her nipples against each other and across his hands, causing Marcia to sharply inhale. Soren continued to grasp and tickle every contour of her skin, growing more aroused as she wiggled and moaned beneath him.



After a while, he stopped his gentle squeezing of her right breast and brought his lips to it. He ran his tongue along Marcia’s breast, causing her to shiver as he licked her sensitive bud. Soren took her nipple into his mouth, biting it lightly and sucking at it. Marcia gave a delighted mewl as Soren continued his work, rubbing and caressing her left breast and sucking and licking her right. After some of that, he slowly moved his hand down again stopping at her glistening folds and slowly inserting his hand.



“Oooh!” Marcia gave a loud gasp as Soren went inside her, gently sliding his fingers into and out of her dripping slit. She closed her eyes and gave a lust-filled moan, her hands moving to her breasts and squeezing them joyfully. Soren continued to finger her, allowing her to be lulled into a continuous state of pleasure, before he reached out with his thumb and lightly pinched her clit.



Marcia gave a loud shriek and arched her back, her hands groping at her bouncing orbs of flesh. Orgasms rocked her frame again and again as Soren expertly pumped his fingers into her, rubbing his thumb against her clit. She let out another lusty cry, struggling to contain herself. Soren went faster, sliding his fingers in and out of her slit, before he reached out and roughly pinched her clitoris.



Marcia threw her head back and let out a loud scream, losing it. Her body shuddered and she continued to squeeze her breasts as she let came furiously, soaking Soren’s hand with her juices. She gasped loudly as her ecstasy overwhelmed her.



Soren lay down next to Marcia, allowing her to catch her breath. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she turned to face him, ice-blue eyes alive with pleasure. She rolled over until she was straddling him again, her hips grinding against his pelvis. Soren sighed, his member hard with anticipation. “Are you ready?” he asked quietly. Marcia nodded, her form shining with perspiration. “I’m ready.”



Soren slowly lifted himself up and buried his shaft in Marcia’s pussy, causing both of them to gasp loudly as the excruciating pleasure shot through them. For a split second they remained motionless, allowing each to regain control of themselves. After a second, Soren slowly began to pump into Marcia, causing her to thrust her chest out in happiness as she rocked up and down on his dick.



Soren gripped her hips tightly in his hands as he gently slid inwards, shuddering as another wave of pleasure rocked his body. He began to move faster, pumping into Marcia with increased speed. She let out a passionate moan, increasing the speed of her movements in tandem with Soren’s thrusts. Her tits bounced against her chest as she rode him, small beads of sweat dripping down them. She started squeezing her supple breasts, cupping the mounds of flesh and sliding her fingers across her nipples. Soren transferred his hands to her ass, squeezing the athletic cheeks in his hands as he moved even faster, slamming into Marcia with his member. She gave another loud moan, bucking up as he slid through her hot, drenched pussy lips. She rolled her head, allowing her long pink hair to flow beautifully around her face as she gasped and rode on top of him.



Soren, unable to stay quiet any longer, mixed his throaty groans with Marcia’s. The two thrust into each other fervently, Marcia’s moans turning into screams as orgasms crashed through her, sending her to new heights of bliss. She bounced up and down on top of him, her tits shaking vigourously as she did so. Soren reached up and grabbed Marcia’s large tits with his hands, running his palms all over them and pinching her nipples as she leaned her head back and whimpered with pleasure. Soren continued to thrust upwards, as Marcia leaned down and captured his mouth again, gasping into his throat as their tongues rolled around each other’s mouths.



“Soren, I’m about to –” Marcia cried, just as Soren bucked upwards with all his strength, causing Marcia to lose control. She let out a passionate, tree-shaking scream as she exploded, sending waves of her juices onto Soren. He came a second later, emptying his load into her, groaning unintelligibly as he slumped onto the grass. Marcia used the last of her strength to lift herself off of Soren’s penis, as it grew limp, and sagged on the grass next to him, utterly spent.



Neither of them spoke. They just lay there, naked, covered in sweat and sex juices, struggling to get their breath back. For a while, nothing moved, until the soft hooting of an owl shook Soren from his daze. He got up, went to the stream, and washed his face. Marcia joined him a second later, and the two washed each other off, laughing softly in the dark night.



Half an hour later they were asleep, resting in each others arms, under the light of the moon. Overhead, the stars grew hazy in the sky, and the night was quiet until the first rays of warming sunlight touched the earth the next day.