Chapter 657: Essence Tornado Around Veylara

The ground beneath Sol’s bare feet was still slick with the mess of their fifth or sixth round... he honestly stopped counting somewhere around the fourth time she flipped him over and rode him like a captured stallion.

Veylara was still trembling against him, still locked around his waist, still soft and heavy in the aftermath. He allowed himself the dangerous hope that even a Layer 4 Warchief had limits.

His poor cock, which had already been pressed into heroic service far beyond what any reasonable man could expect, twitched once in exhausted protest at the mere idea of another round.

He had genuinely convinced himself that the honor of men across the entire cosmos was safe.

He had buried himself deep, pumped every last drop of his remaining juice into her, and left her trembling against the bark of the willow tree.

He was ready to pack it in, pick up his pants, and head back to the feast like a conquering hero who had survived an ambush by an over-enthusiastic, insatiable Warchief.

But alas, it seemed like it was just his wishful thinking.

After barely two seconds of catching her breath, her spine locked rigid. Her hips gave a violent, sharp twitch that nearly threw him off balance.

Sol winced, feeling a sympathetic ache throb right down to the base of his poor, exhausted cock. Are you kidding me? he thought, his eyes widening in pure horror. Does this woman have infinite stamina? Or is her pussy connected directly to a bottomless abyss?

He braced himself, mentally preparing to drag his battered manhood back into the fray, resigned to dying right here under the willows just to maintain men’s honor.

But before he could even thrust an inch, Veylara jerked again, the movement was strong, nothing like the residual shivers of orgasm. Her entire body jerked hard against him.

Before Sol could even process the change she shoved both hands against his chest and twisted free of his arms with surprising strength. His cock slipped out of her in a wet, filthy drag.

Thick cum immediately spilled down her thighs as her feet hit the moss.

Sol stumbled back a half-step, completely stunned.

Her legs buckled slightly as she hit the mossy ground, but she didn’t collapse.

She stood upright, swaying unsteadily on her feet in the silver moonlight, her magnificent body glistening with sweat and the thick flowing evidence of their endless fucking.

Her chest heaved in massive, ragged gasps, her head thrown back toward the star-filled sky.

What the hell is wrong with her now? Did she cramp up? Did I break something inside her?

For a terrifying second, Sol thought she had snapped under the overwhelming intensity of the back to back rounds... or that taking too much cum had somehow short-circuited her mind.

"Veylara?" Sol called out taking a cautious step forward, his brow furrowing hard in genuine concern and confusion. "Veylara, look at me. What the hell is happening?"

She didn’t answer.

Her lips remained parted, her deep blue eyes wide and completely unfocused, staring straight upward at nothing, veins bulging slightly along the pale skin of her neck, and her entire naked body was vibrating like a struck anvil.

She looked possessed by some wild, ancient demon of the swamp.

Her hands clenched and opened at her sides. The residual marks he had left on her skin, the mess of fluids still shining on her thighs, the thoroughly used state of her body... none of it seemed to register anymore. Something far larger was moving through her.

Then suddenly a strange, loud cry tore out of her throat that made the hairs on the back of Sol’s neck stand straight up.

It was raw, high, and completely unlike any sound of pleasure or pain she had made during the long sex hours. It wasn’t a moan, wasn’t a gasp, and sure as hell wasn’t normal.

It was more like a rattling screech that sounded like a wounded animal being ripped apart from the inside out.

The cry echoed off the water and the hanging branches, sharp enough to suppress all the sounds of night.

Then suddenly her eyes, which had been dazed and half-closed from wave after wave of intense release, suddenly snapped wide open.

The deep blue irises were no longer clouded by the pleasant haze of passion; they were blazing with a brilliant, supernatural luminescence.

Did I break her? Sol thought, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead despite the heat of the night. Did my loads contain some kind of werewolf transformation poison?

For a terrifying second, Sol genuinely thought she had snapped under the overwhelming intensity of the relentless climaxes... that maybe something in his cum had somehow short-circuited her mind, turning her into a wild, possessed beast.

Before he could decide whether to tackle her or run like hell, he noticed as the gentle night breeze died instantly, replaced by an unnatural, suffocating stillness.

The kind of suffocating pressure that makes your ears pop. Sol blinked, as he watched the space around her start to ripple.

The natural, lazy ambient essence... normally calm and thin... floating through the Great Orrath forest suddenly stopped drifting and started getting restless.

It stirred like water beginning to boil. Faint threads of power, invisible to ordinary eyes but clear to anyone with a developed core, began drifting from the trees, the pond, the very moss under their feet.

They moved with purpose, drawn toward the naked Warchief standing in the center of the small clearing.

Sol’s confusion deepened into shock.

As he just stood there, blinking stupidly. He didn’t know a damn thing about what was happening.

Slowly, the wisps started to thicken and more and more essence peeled away from the environment and streamed toward Veylara.

Soon, the wisps turned into streams. The streams turned into heavy ropes of light.

Within heartbeats the flow became a visible current of white grayish essence that started coiling through the air.

They circled her once, twice, then began to spin faster. The current rose into a spiraling tornado of pure essence that wrapped around her body from the ground upward, swirling violently around her naked body like a raging tempest.

The air pressure in the small clearing plummeted so fast that Sol’s ears popped, forcing him to plant his feet wide and anchor his stance on the mossy ground.