"You'd better," she murmured, her head falling against his chest. "Or I'll haunt you." She didn't resist as he lifted her, her small frame light in his arms.

Terya leaned close, her voice low, her breath warm against his ear. "You're collecting quite the harem, healer."

Leon groaned, his face redder. "Not now."

But he didn't let go of Lysette, not yet, her warmth grounding him as the temple's whispers grew louder, the Crimson Veil's hunger pulsing in the air.

Lysette's breathing had steadied, but her body trembled faintly in Leon's arms, her small frame warm against his chest.

Her emerald eyes, still guarded, flicked away the moment she realized how closely she leaned into him.

She pulled back with a huff, brushing dust from her torn white robe, her movements sharp as if to erase the moment of weakness.

"Don't think this means I trust you," she muttered, steadying herself against the bone-carved wall of the Temple of Lysara, her cracked staff clutched tightly.

Leon didn't answer, his fingers tingling from the pulse of her curse, the vision—Starbloom Crystal, Veilbound Wraith, an intimate oral ritual—still burning in his mind.

He shifted awkwardly, turning away, the heavy red mist rolling across the stone floor like water disturbed by something unseen.

The Crimson Veil's whispers coiled louder, half-heard threats curling through the air.

Zara stood silent, her axe slung across her back, her silver hair damp with sweat.

Her blue eyes flicked to Leon, a small nod passing between them—a gesture that carried more weight than words, her stoic frame softened by trust earned through battles and healing.

Terya broke the silence, her green eyes glinting despite the temple's gloom.

"Alright. I say we rest for a bit, then hit the sanctum," she said, adjusting her dagger straps, her leather top clinging to her sweat-slicked curves.

They moved to a side alcove, away from the collapsed ceiling and eerie glows of the central chamber.

The alcove had once held a shrine, now reduced to rubble and bones, the Veil's whispers denser here, curling into their ears.

Zara sat sharpening her axe, the blade's rasp steady despite her curse marks' faint pulse.

Lysette cleaned her cracked staff, her emerald eyes flicking toward Leon with irritation and something unreadable.

Leon sat on a cold slab, his fingers twitching, his wind magic thin, his breathing shallow under the temple's oppressive weight.

Terya studied him, her smirk fading into concern.

She sighed, rolled her shoulders, and stood.

"Come with me," she said, her voice soft but firm.

Leon blinked, his brow furrowing. "Where?"

"Privacy," she said, her fingers wrapping around his wrist—gentle yet firm—pulling him through a narrow arch into a half-collapsed corridor.

Cracked stained glass filtered the blood-red mist, casting distorted light across the crumbled floor, the whispers muffled but persistent.

Leon's voice was hesitant. "Terya, I—"

"Don't talk," she breathed, pinning him to the stone wall with a firm press of her hips, her thigh between his legs.

Her green eyes glinted—not with gentleness, but command.

"You're not making it through another fight like this. You're unraveling."

She kissed his throat, just under the jaw, tongue flicking over the pulse. "You're leaking mana like a broken fuckin' relic. So I'm going to fix you."

Her hands were on his belt before he could argue—unbuckling, tugging, trousers sliding down his thighs with a whisper of leather.

His cock throbbed into the cool air, half-hard, needy, and she dropped to her knees like it was her throne, her fingers curling around the base with greedy reverence.

She licked him from root to tip, slow and wet, but she didn't linger—her mouth enveloped him, hot and tight, lips sliding down as her tongue curled along his length.

Leon's gasp was soft, strangled, his head thunking against the wall.

But she didn't stay there.

Terya pulled back with a pop, her hand still stroking as she rose again, kissing his neck, biting his collarbone.

"Still leaking," she whispered, dragging him by the cock toward her—backing into the alcove until she hit stone, then spinning him, shoving him back-first against it.

Her pants hit the floor with a practiced shove.

She hiked one leg up onto a crate, baring herself to him, slick and glistening.

"You want your magic back?" she growled, yanking him forward by the hips. "Get it from me."

Leon barely had time to register her heat before she grabbed his cock and shoved him inside.

She was soaked—burning hot and tight as a sealed tomb, her pussy pulling him in, sucking around him like she'd been waiting hours.

Her head dropped forward with a hiss of pleasure, and then she started riding him—hard, fast, wild.

Her thighs slapped against his with every thrust, the corridor echoing with the wet sounds of their bodies colliding.

Her nails raked down his chest, dragging leather and skin alike, biting into his muscles.

The magic answered—he could feel it sparking between them, crackling like fire caught in a storm.

Her rhythm was relentless, her pussy clenching with every bounce, milking him, pulling his mana out and feeding it right back into him.

His wind magic surged, swirling around them like a vortex, sending loose parchment and candle flames into a frenzy.

"Feel that?" she snarled into his mouth, kissing him rough, teeth clashing.

"That's power. Not doubt. Not hesitation. Me. You. Right here."

He bucked up into her, grabbing her ass with both hands, thrusting hard enough to make her moan—a raw, feral sound that echoed through the corridor.

Her pussy spasmed around him, her breath hitching. "Fuck—Leon—yes—"

The pressure built like a dam about to burst. His hips snapped faster, harder, stars dancing in his vision. She threw her head back with a shuddering cry as she came, clenching hard around him, milking his cock, and that pushed him over the edge. He groaned, thick and low, pumping into her, his cum flooding her as the wind exploded outward in a violent gust, slamming doors and extinguishing torches.

They stood there, panting, sweat-slicked and trembling, his cock still twitching inside her as her muscles slowly relaxed around him.

Terya leaned in close, biting his lip. "Better?" she whispered, and this time, he couldn't even speak.

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