Signature required: Scar of Ecstasy

Adrian's eyes were still fixed on the swirling text of the scroll, the words etched in darkness that seemed to pulse with a life of their own.

He muttered under his breath, trying to make sense of it. "Scar of Ecstasy? What's that supposed to mean?"

Lilith's sudden gasp drew his attention. He glanced up to find her eyes wide with amusement, a smirk quickly spreading across her face as she turned to face Medea.

"For someone who just called me a horny twat," Lilith teased, her voice laced with mischief, "look who's into some kinky stuff as well."

Adrian frowned, his confusion growing as he glanced between the two goddesses. "What's the Scar of Ecstasy?" he asked warily as he addressed Lilith, who seemed all too pleased with the situation.

Lilith turned to Zack, who was standing nearby, still looking bewildered by everything that had transpired. With a light push, she nudged him toward a fallen log. "Go sit and wait for us, Zack," she instructed. "You won't understand what we're talking about anyway."

Zack hesitated but eventually did as he was told, still casting occasional glances at Medea, who remained eerily calm.

Lilith then turned back to Adrian, her smirk widening. "In simple, straightforward words," she began in a tone almost too casual, "the Scar of Ecstasy is a cut… on your cock… during orgasm."

Adrian's eyes widened in shock, his heart skipping a beat as her words sank in. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed in disbelief.

Lilith's laughter rang out, clear and delighted at his reaction. "Don't look at me, lover boy," she said, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Face her."

Adrian turned to Medea, his mind reeling. He glanced down at the scroll in his hands, then back up at her, trying to wrap his head around the absurdity of it all.

"Tell me you're joking," he said, almost in desperation. "Or that Lilith is just bluffing. A cut? On my… you know…?"

Medea's expression remained stoic, her eyes holding his gaze with a strong intensity. "Do I look like I'm joking?" she replied firmly.

"No, but…" Adrian's words trailed off as he searched her face for any hint of humor, any sign that this might be some twisted joke.

But Medea's serious expression only deepened the pit of dread in his stomach.

"Look, Adrian," Medea said, her voice softening just a fraction. "This contract is not like any mundane agreement. It's a binding oath, one that will connect us on a level beyond mere words. The Scar of Ecstasy is a symbol, a mark that binds your essence to mine through the act of pleasure and pain. It's not meant to be taken lightly."

Adrian swallowed hard, his hand unconsciously drifting to his groin as if to protect himself from the very idea.

The thought of enduring something so bizarre and painful during such an intimate moment was almost too much for him to process.

Lilith, still clearly entertained by the situation, chimed in again. "Come on, Adrian," she said with a playful grin. "It's not that bad. Think of it as a rite of passage. Plus, you'll have Medea to help you through it. Ill be there too.

Trust me, it's going to be quite… exhilarating."

"Exhilarating?" Adrian shot back, his frustration and anxiety bubbling over. "You're talking about slicing up my cock. How is that supposed to help anything?"

Medea remained calm, though there was a flicker of something—perhaps empathy?—in her eyes. "It's not about the pain, Adrian," she explained, her voice even and measured. "It's about the bond it creates, the connection between us. And point of correction, it's just a tiny, weeny cut.."

Adrian's mind whirled with conflicting thoughts. He needed Medea's power; that much was clear. His quest for vengeance, for justice, demanded every ounce of strength he could muster.

But this… this was something he hadn't anticipated.

Lilith, sensing his hesitation, took a step closer, rubbing his chest in an attempt to soothe him. "You've been through hell and back already, Adrian," she said, her tone surprisingly sincere. "What's one more scar? Especially one that will give you the power you need to finally set things right?"

Adrian looked at her, then back at Medea, who was watching him with an expectant gaze. The decision weighed heavily on him, but he knew, deep down, that he couldn't afford to back down now.

Not after everything he had been through. Not after everything he had sacrificed.

With a deep breath, he nodded, his resolve hardening. "Fine," he said, his voice steady. "I'll do it. I'll sign the contract."

Medea's expression didn't change, but there was a subtle shift in the air, a sense of approval that seemed to radiate from her. "Very well," she said, her tone final. "We'll begin immediately."

"Immediately?" Adrian asked, his voice tinged with disbelief and anxiety. "Here?"

Medea nodded, keeping an impassive expression. "Why the delay?"

Adrian hesitated, glancing around at their surroundings before turning to face her. "Well, we were supposed to be somewhere else, but made a detour to free you first," he explained, his tone careful as he tried to buy some time.

"But—" Medea began, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Adrian quickly interjected, sensing her objection. "How about this," he proposed, his mind working rapidly. "I'll make a temporary signature with just my blood now. When we get somewhere more secure, without anything pressing on our agenda, we can complete the contract fully."

Medea considered his words, her gaze piercing.

After a long moment, she nodded slowly. "That can work, but I must warn you," she said, her voice dropping to a near whisper, "if the contract is not fully completed in three days..."

Adrian didn't need the details spelled out for him. The memory of what had happened to Lilith when he delayed signing her contract flashed vividly in his mind. The sudden loss of strength, the near-death experience—it wasn't something he could afford to risk.

In his mind, he quickly mapped out their next steps: get to the barracks, secure the escort, and confront Zack's employer. Only then would they have the time and safety to complete the contract without looming threats.

He turned to Lilith, who had been watching him with a mixture of amusement and concern. He extended his hand, palm up.

Without needing any explanation, Lilith nodded and summoned her energy, shaping it into a small, gleaming dagger. The weapon shimmered with a soft blue light, the energy crackling faintly in the still air.

"Don't worry," Adrian said steadily as he took the dagger. He met Lilith's eyes briefly, drawing strength from her presence. "I'll sign the contract."

With a swift, decisive motion, he sliced his palm, the blade biting into his flesh. The pain was sharp, but he barely flinched, focusing on the task at hand.

Blood welled up from the cut and dripped onto the scroll. The text, which had been swirling lazily, seemed to react to the blood, pulsing with renewed vigor.

The scroll absorbed the droplets, the ink flaring with a brief, eerie glow.

Medea watched the process with an intense, unreadable expression, her eyes never leaving Adrian's hand. When the last drop of blood was absorbed, she nodded, satisfied. "This will do for now," she said, her tone one of reluctant approval. "But remember, Adrian, you have three days."

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