Demanding for Answers

Tyrak was unaware of what was transpiring in his unawakened conscious realm. Without care for anything else, he continued riding that wave of bliss as he absentmindedly watched the ravishing Tamara gyrating her hips while maintaining the enticing cowgirl style.

Tamara's hazel eyes were already misty, and she seemed to be mumbling a few words as she repeatedly impaled her sex up and down onto Tyrak's raging phallus. Her alluring movements grew fast and furious, and soon enough, she seemed to reach a critical moment. Her whole body quivered with what must have been excessive euphoria, and her delectable wet pussy gave way to sudden convulsive twitches. An oddly erotic moan escaped her sensual lips, and she rode Tyrak's rock-hard member with even more passion.

Feeling the rhythmic tightening of the girl's pussy walls upon his sensitive cock, Tyrak felt a strange mixture of excitement and anticipation welling up like a rising tide through his entire body. His thoughts turned into a mess as he swam through that delightful ocean of lewd passion.

Soon enough, the crucial moment arrived, and his back muscles tightened and became overly tense. His rock-hard dick pulsated with an ever-increasing intensity, and a muffled grunt escaped his lips. Endless satisfaction engulfed his entire self, and his muscles continued convulsing as he experienced that sensual bliss of sexual climax for the second time that day. The feeling of his throbbing dick firing his manly essence into the girl's wet cunt became vivid within his mind, and he couldn't help but let lose another groan. He was really in the ninth heaven of joy and delight.

"Phew..."

A short while later, Tyrak exhaled a mouthful of air as his mind returned back to earth. Right then, he became aware that Tamara had collapsed onto his chest. Her pointed breasts were mashed against his ribcage, and he could feel her breathing in and out heavily. Her body was still experiencing occasional convulsive quivers — a tell-tale sign that she'd most likely had a good time while riding Tyrak's cock.

Tyrak didn't bother saying anything to catch her attention. He just let his thoughts wander as he enjoyed the moment. During his years as a slave, he had seen a few guards partaking in sexual pleasures with slave women and other servants in a few hidden corners at night. Their public erotic displays had made him aware of the 'deeds' that could go on between adult men and women. But as an ignorant youth with a low status of a slave, he could have never known that such 'deeds' were so enjoyable and pleasurable. It was only after that day, when he got together with Tamara, that he understood that there were many joys that the 'deeds' could bring upon a man. He was even looking forward to the next time he could enjoy such bliss.

The cave remained quiet for some time as both Tamara and Tyrak lay there on the floor while relishing the adventures they had just had. However, that was not for long. The repeated convulsive pressure of Tamara's cunt on Tyrak's softened but still enlarged cock, caused the male organ to react as it should. Blood pumped into the dick once again, and it enlarged at an abnormal speed to fill up Tamara's wet pussy once again.

"Tyrak, dear!" Tamara rose up like a startled rabbit as she felt the male weapon expanding within her honeypot. She slowly raised herself off the sizeable member before quickly donning her clothes. After stepping into her boots and fastening her belt, she turned to Tyrak, who was still pinned on the floor, and asked, "Can you feel it? Can you feel how we're already connected in both body and soul?"

"What do you mean?" Tyrak was confused. He couldn't help but wonder whether the girl had gone bonkers.

"Oh!" She said with a meaningful smile. "I forgot that your conscious realm is still in a dormant state. You have yet to awaken it. Let me show you what I mean."

Without waiting for Tyrak to reply, she closed her eyes as if in prayer. She started mumbling a few mysterious phrases that Tyrak couldn't comprehend. Before he could understand what she was trying to do, a mysterious power engulfed the cave's interior. Something enigmatic and incomprehensible seemed to take root in Tyrak's mind, and he shuddered involuntarily without understanding why.

The next moment, something even more bizarre ensued. Tyrak could vividly discern a vague connection forming between him and Tamara. It was like an intangible string that had linked both their souls. Moreover, he had a weird gut feeling that he could effortlessly communicate with the strange girl through that bond.

"Now, can you feel it?" Tamara asked after opening her eyes. "Do you feel the connection..."

Tamara suddenly stopped midsentence, and her eyes creased together. Her ever-angelic and calm expression warped into one of someone that had just witnessed true horror, and she convulsed and took a few steps back before eventually landing on her backside.

"Oh, Queen of Fate! What the hell is this?" Pointing a quivering finger at Tyrak, she asked in a shaky voice, "You... you! What did you do?"

Tyrak was even more confused. "What do you mean? I'm the victim here! You poisoned me, brought me to this cave, pinned me on the floor, and did whatever you wanted with me! So, what could I have done?"

Tamara's face had turned pale, and her eyes had turned misty. A few tears were rolling down the corner of her eyes, and she seemed like she had just lost her soul. "Could you have tampered with the ritual symbol?" She asked, her voice almost sounding like a whisper.

"What ritual symbol are you talking about? You're not making sense. You previously promised not to kill me. So, if you have concluded your business with me, can you let me go? Or do you expect me to stay pinned on this cold floor for hours? Don't you have the least bit of empathy in that mind of yours?"

"But..." Tamara was about to say something else.

Tyrak cut her off. "I don't know what you were up to, and I no longer care. But can you please release me?"

At that moment, Tyrak's words seemed to resonate with that vivid bond he had just formed with Tamara. He could feel his wish touching upon something mysterious, and before he could understand what was happening, Tamara stepped forward like a robot and started freeing his restraints. She didn't use her physical strength — but some sort of uncanny powers. With repeated waving of her arms, she extracted the bolts securing Tyrak's body to the ground, and before long, he felt himself regaining his freedom of movement.

"Good girl..." Tyrak felt a wave of relief wash over him. He hurriedly gathered his tattered clothes and put them on to afford himself some sense of decency. Then, exhaling deeply, he thanked the heavens for helping him through the ordeal before pivoting his gaze back on the angelic girl, who happened to be quietly watching from the side.

On noticing her resigned expression, Tyrak's mind whirled in motion. She had been cheerful after going through that fulfilling sexual adventure with him. But then, everything about her changed when she mumbled those dreadful words and activated that mysterious connection between them. She seemed to have lost all her resolve and plunged into a deep abyss of desperation. Her body language said it all. She was full of fear, regret, and hopelessness all at the same time.

Shaking his head, Tyrak took a moment to clear his mind. He locked eyes with Tamara and asked, "Can you now tell me why you poisoned me before bringing me here? And please, don't tell me that your only goal was to have sexual intercourse with me! You're so beautiful! Had you asked, I would have willingly complied with such a request. There would have been no need to resort to poison."

"I only wanted... I..." Tamara stammered as tears rolled down the corners of her eyes. She no longer looked like the confident and angelic lady from moments ago — but a pitiful girl that had just faced an assault from a perverted uncle.

Tyrak glanced at her and shook his head. "Please don't try to act pitiful. And please don't try to lie to me. I can feel that mysterious bond that has just formed between us. What exactly is it? Tell me the truth!" Tyrak's voice was crystal-clear and devoid of any emotion. Once again, his words seemed to touch upon that connection between him and Tamara, causing her entire body to jolt with panic.

"Well..." Tamara said after wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye. "The connection you feel is a bond of fate that has just formed between us. The bond links our souls as companions who can never betray one another."

Tyrak narrowed his eyes. He had that nagging feeling that there was something more to the bond. Moreover, the other strange occurrence was that the girl had turned meek all of a sudden. She was overly humble when conversing with him. It was as if she was a servant talking with her superior.

"Wait..." Tyrak thought, "A servant talking to her master! Could she have become my servant by some stroke of luck?" Tyrak's heart skipped a beat, and he decided to dig deep and get to the bottom of the matter.

"You mentioned something about me tampering with a ritual symbol," he said while looking Tamara in the eye. "What exactly did you mean by that? Speak clearly, and don't lie to me." He spoke while tagging at that very bond that had just formed between him and Tamara.

"I..." A resigned expression manifested on Tamara's face, and she took a few steps back. She remained quiet for a time while inhaling deeply. Then, letting loose another resigned sigh, she faced Tyrak again and said, "I guess I can't escape from this. I'll have to be honest with you. Please, sit down. What I am about to narrate is a long story." With a gesture, she motioned for Tyrak to settle on the floor.

Tyrak glanced at her and shook his head. "I'll remain standing. Just go on and say whatever you have to say. I want to know why you poisoned and brought me to this cave. And I also want to know about the ritual symbol. What exactly is it, and what does it have to do with the mysterious connection that had just formed between you and me?"

"Okay, I'll tell you..." Tamara agreed and took another deep breath.