"Don't get ahead of yourself, Amy." Arthur says his fingers still in her hair. "There's a long list of people who want be my partner."
"Well, who?" Amy shifts on his chest, looking up at him. "I know there's Mira and Ryn, but surely there isn't anybody else." She pouts. "Come on. Why can't I be your third wife? Your own father has a couple, doesn't he?"
She cuddles up tighter on his chest. Warm and Comfortable just like she belongs there.
"It's not that simple, Amy. Just because I have sex with you doesn't mean you're my wife." He laughs.
"It's natural from my bloodline that I have to do this."
"I know." Amy pouts against his chest. Her finger tracing small circles on his skin. "But what if we try? Or rather... are you letting me try?" She says it quietly. "Maybe I'll change your mind."
"...Okay."
Arthur says it easily. Letting Amy feed herself the delusion.
Because regardless of how she feels, it's too late for her. She's already wrapped in the palm of his hand.
He doesn't want to treat her like a tool. But that's how life is sometimes.
And besides he loves his tools.
"Hey, Arthur."
"Yeah?"
Arthur looks down at Amy, who looks up at him. Her hair is a mess, cum dried on her thighs. But she doesn't seem to care about such things.
"Can we go another round?"
"Of course."
Arthur smiles as he pulls her face in, kissing her on the lips.
And as the two continued their endeavor, the night slowly came to pass.
And after a few more rounds, it was finally time for Arthur to place his mark.
Arthur sits up. His cum leaks from Amy's pussy, pooling beneath her on the already-ruined ground. A pretty sight in his eyes.
"You already know what it entails to be marked, don't you?"
Amy nods. Having watched what, he did to Ryn. Every detail of that night still burned into her memory.
"Good. Then I won't have to explain twice."
Taking his hands, he pulls his mana together. A warmth builds in his palms familiar, ancient, the same pull that marked Mira in that bedroom back at the border. The same pull that marked Ryn under these very trees.
He places his hand on her chest.
"Then let the ritual begin."
His mana pools in his arms. They start to glow bright.
And then, like before, a cascade of glyphs and runes and inscriptions filled with an ancientness she can't comprehend as it illuminates the air around them.
Amy stares wide-eyed.
Up close, she feels just how special the ritual is. The power radiating from the runes. The way they swerve and move around her like a dance. A song speaking to nature itself.
A song that is connected to her.
Her body reacts in kind A heat swells up from deep inside her.
"I'm going to-!"
Instantly, she squirts from her lower half.
"A~ahh—"
She moans. She wasn't expecting such heat, such pleasure. Her vision fans in and out. She isn't quite sure what is happening.
But what she can see through the haze, through the glyphs spinning around her, through the tears forming at the corners of her eyes is Arthur's face.
His determined look, his steady eyes being focused on one thing only. Placing his mark on her.
Along her inner thigh, writing starts to etch itself into her skin. Letters forming one by one, slow and deliberate, as if the Mark is taking its time revealing what it already knows.
First a number. A bold, black four burns into her skin.
Then above it, two words carve themselves into place: "Climax Counter."
On her other inner thigh, more writing forms. Amy cranes her neck to see it. Her breath catches.
"Public Slut."
Bold, Black and Unmistakable. Low enough on her thigh that a short skirt wouldn't hide it making every time she sat down she would see it.
And then her ass glows.
Twisting her over, Arthur sees it. A heart-shaped tattoo plastered on the upper part of her ass palm-sized, sitting just above the waistline. The kind that peeks out above a pair of short shorts.
Arthur can't help but muse seeing the nature of her tattoos.
'An exhibitionist to her core. The Mark doesn't lie.'
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