The Promised Of Elaria

The Sounds of Desire

The soft flickering light from the nearby lanterns cast long shadows across the chamber as Ethan moved between the two women, their bodies entwined with his. The air was thick with heat and desire, punctuated by the unmistakable sounds of pleasure that filled the room.

One of the women, Lira, gasped, her breath catching in her throat as Ethan’s hand slid down her thigh. Her head tilted back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck as she moaned softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Ethan... yes, just like that.”

Beside her, Elina’s voice was more urgent, her body pressing against Ethan’s as she wrapped her legs around him. “Don’t stop,” she breathed, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. Her skin was flushed with desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every movement. “Please… don’t stop.”

Ethan was caught between them, his body responding to their needs, but the strain was beginning to take its toll. His muscles burned from the exertion, sweat dripping down his back as he tried to keep pace with their rising hunger. The moans grew louder, filling his ears, driving him forward even as exhaustion threatened to pull him under.

Lira’s hands slid over his chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles. She smiled, a sultry glint in her eyes as she pulled him closer, her breath warm against his ear. “You were made for this,” she whispered, her lips brushing his skin. “We were made for you.”

Elina’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him down for a deep, searing kiss. Her lips were soft, her touch insistent as she guided him with a fervor that left him breathless. “Take me, Ethan,” she moaned, her voice trembling with need. “All of me.”

Their bodies moved together in a rhythmic dance, each touch, each sound intensifying the heat between them. Ethan’s breath came in ragged gasps as he felt his control slipping, his desires taking over as he gave in to the relentless pleasure.

The women’s moans echoed around him, their voices harmonizing as they reached the peak of their desire. Lira cried out first, her body arching beneath him as the pleasure overwhelmed her. “Ethan!” Her voice was filled with bliss, her entire being trembling in the aftermath.

Elina followed soon after, her body shuddering violently as she clung to him. Her moans became high-pitched gasps, her fingers digging into his skin as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. “Yes… yes, Ethan!” she cried, her voice breaking with intensity.

But even as their pleasure reached its peak, Ethan’s energy was nearly spent. His limbs felt heavy, his vision blurred as the exhaustion threatened to drag him under. His breath was shallow, his body trembling from the effort, yet he couldn’t stop. He had a duty to fulfill, and no matter how tired he was, he couldn’t fail the women of Elaria.

The sound of footsteps approaching the chamber made him pause, his mind struggling to focus through the haze of desire. The door creaked open, and he turned his head just in time to see Amara step inside.

She stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable as her eyes took in the scene before her. Her gaze lingered on Ethan’s form, noting the sheen of sweat on his skin, the weariness etched into his face. She could see the toll this was taking on him, yet there was something else in her eyes—something darker.

Amara crossed the room in a few quick strides, her presence commanding the attention of everyone in the chamber. She placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, her touch firm but gentle as she pulled him away from the women.

“That’s enough,” she said softly, though her tone left no room for argument. “You need to rest.”

Ethan’s body sagged with relief, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he allowed himself to lean into her. The two women, still dazed from their climax, lay back against the pillows, their chests rising and falling as they caught their breath. There were no words spoken between them as Amara helped Ethan to his feet, guiding him out of the chamber and into the cool night air.

Outside, the night had settled peacefully over the realm of Elaria. A gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers. Ethan could feel it, cool against his flushed skin, offering some reprieve from the heat of the chamber. He inhaled deeply, savoring the freshness of the air. It helped him think, helped clear his mind.

Amara walked beside him, her arm still looped through his for support. Neither of them spoke for a long while, the silence comfortable yet heavy with unsaid thoughts. Ethan could feel her watching him, sensing her concern beneath the surface.

Finally, Amara broke the silence. “How do you feel?”

Ethan sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. “Tired. Exhausted, actually,” he admitted. His voice was hoarse, each word laced with fatigue. “But... I don’t know if it’s just the physical part of it. There’s... more. Something inside.”

Amara nodded, her expression softening. “It’s a lot to carry, Ethan. What you’re doing—it’s not just the physical duty. It’s the weight of being the promised one. The expectations, the responsibility.”

Ethan glanced at her, his brow furrowing. “I didn’t think it would feel this... heavy. I thought I could handle it, but sometimes...”

“You’re human, Ethan,” Amara said, her voice gentle. “Even in Elaria, even with the connection to the gods, you’re still just a man. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed.”

Ethan looked up at the stars, their light dim against the darkness of the sky. “I just don’t want to fail,” he murmured. “I can’t fail them. I can’t fail you.”

Amara squeezed his arm reassuringly. “You won’t. You’re doing more than enough. But you can’t keep pushing yourself like this. Even the strongest of us need to rest.”