Maui trudged back through the mine's winding tunnels, her massive frame heavy with exhaustion after hours of fruitless searching. There was something prominent in the air, carrying the faint echo of goblin hammers from distant forges and the earthy scent of stone that had become as familiar as her own sweat. Her dual swords hung sheathed at her hips, clinking softly with each step.

Sweat soaked her tunic, making it cling to her green skin, the salty tang mixing with the mine's musty odor. She had combed every area, every side passage, calling Byung's name until her voice grew hoarse. Panic had given way to weary resignation—perhaps he had wandered off to think.

But as she approached the private chambers allocated to him, a faint light spilled from under the door, and the sound of quiet movement inside made her heart skip.

She pushed the door open with a creak. The room was dim, lit by a single torch on a crate, casting warm orange glows that danced on the walls. Byung sat on the edge of the bed, his transformed body clean and fresh, hair still damp from a recent shower. The faint scent of spring water lingered in the air.

He looked up as she entered, his golden eyes meeting hers with a spark that hadn't been there before. He was in a good mood, a small smile playing on his lips, as if the day's worries had melted away in the water.

Maui's breath caught. He was cleaned up, she could see his fading wounds, the blood and grime from the spar washed away, making his new form even more striking—chiseled muscles gleaming slightly in the light, scars faded to faint lines. But her gaze shifted to the corner, where a badly mutilated figure lay unconscious, slumped against the wall in a pool of drying blood. Vrognut. The cannibal goblin's arms were severed from the shoulders, stumps cauterized with crude burns that smelled faintly of charred flesh.

His mouth was a bloody ruin, teeth ripped out, jaw hanging loose. He breathed in shallow, ragged gasps, but his eyes were closed, body limp in the throes of pain and blood loss.

Maui wanted to question Byung—demand how, why, what madness had possessed him to torture the monster like this—but she knew better. The look in Byung's eyes was different now, colder, and this wasn't the time to push.

Seeing Maui drenched in sweat, her tunic clinging to her curves, aroused him instantly. The way the fabric outlined her powerful breasts and hips, the sheen of exertion making her green skin glow, stirred something primal. He felt the bulge growing in his trousers, thicker and longer than before, a side effect of his evolution he hadn't fully explored.

"Come here," he instructed, voice low and commanding, a rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

Maui gulped, her green eyes widening slightly. She had been waiting for this—the tension between them had built since he returned to life. But there was a chance this would be the last time, with the duel looming the next day, time was no longer on their side.

She took a step forward, her boots thudding softly on the stone floor.

Byung shook his head, his smile turning darker, more dominant. "No. Crawl to me."

Maui's breath hitched, a flush creeping under her green skin. The command hung in the air waiting to be obeyed, her heart pounding as she met his gaze. He was serious. Slowly, she sank to her knees.

She crawled forward, each movement deliberate, her dual swords dragging behind her with a soft scrape. The humiliation was what aroused her, her body responding despite herself—nipples hardening under her tunic, a warmth building between her thighs. Byung watched, his bulge straining visibly, eyes locked on her as she approached.

"H-He is so fucking big!" Maui thought to herself, she could see his throbbing cock pushing the fabric keeping it captive to its utmost limit.

When she reached him, Byung stood, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up roughly. She gasped, the pull sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through her scalp.

He pinned her against the wall with his body, his new strength no longer a surprise to her—he was stronger now, overpowering her seven-foot frame with ease. His hands gripped her waist firmly, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to bruise, holding her in place as he pressed his hardness against her thigh.

"You've been waiting for this," he growled, voice husky, breath hot against her back.

"Ahh... yes," Maui moaned softly.

Maui's hands clutching his shoulders, feeling the toned muscle beneath. Tension coiled tight in her core, the dominance arousing her more than she expected.

Byung thrust into her suddenly, his big cock filling her completely, stretching her out to her limit with a burn that made her cry out.

"Uhn! Fuck..." She arched against him, head pushed back against the wall, his hands on her waists.

He pounded relentlessly, each thrust aggressive, hips slamming forward with force that shook her body, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm.

"Mmm... ahh... harder," she moaned, her voice breaking as pleasure built, waves crashing through her.

Maui kept throwing her ass back to meet his thrusts, Byung realized this felt a lot better with this body than his former one.

He wasn't scare of getting her pregnant either because her life was sure to continue if that outcome presented itself. Byung managed to grab her hair and pull it back forcefully, Maui couldn't believe how good this was.

The semen quality had increased, she was on the verge of having a seizure at this point, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her legs began to lose strength in them.

Byung's powerful back shots making her feet leave the ground for a microsecond.

"Ahh! I-I'm going to...!" Maui muttered under her heavy breath even though it was inaudible.

But Byung pulled his entire shaft out, her juice glistering over it.

"No... Not yet,"

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