Bonds of Power
Copyright© 2025 by SomethingLewd
Chapter 20
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 20 - In a world where magical incursions known as dungeons threaten humanity, a select few are marked with classes that grant them extraordinary abilities to combat these threats. At the age of 25, Ethan, along with his twin sister Alice and girlfriend Penny, receive their classes. Ethan's class is anything but ordinary. As an Essence Bonder (S Rank), he has the unique ability to create powerful bonds with others through intimacy, generating essence that enhances his power and abilities.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction GameLit High Fantasy School Science Fiction Magic Sharing Incest Brother Sister Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
The door had hardly clicked shut before Ethan and Mei were on each other, a raw hunger for each other driving them. Their bodies collided with an urgency that left no room for hesitation, hands grasping, breaths already heavy.
“Gods, I need you,” Ethan growled as he pushed Mei back against the door. His lips pressed into hers, an urgent, messy kiss, tongues dancing as he pinned her there. His fingers fumbled with the zipper of her coat, yanking it down, the metal teeth loud in the quiet room. He tugged the jacket off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. Stepping back just enough to shrug off his own coat, his eyes locked on hers, an intense look to them, never breaking contact as the fabric hit the ground.
The second his coat was off, Mei moved forward, closing the distance. Her lips found his again, hungry and demanding, the wisps of Essence from the kiss driving her forward. “Stop wasting time,” she muttered against his mouth, her tone sharp with need. Her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one with quick, deft movements. Ethan kicked off his shoes to the side, tumbling against the wall, while her hands shoved his shirt back. With a playful push, she sent him stumbling backward, landing on the couch with a soft grunt, a smirk on his lips as Mei stood before him.
She stood there, her gaze locked on his as she began to undress. Her movements were quick, showcasing her need as she gripped her dress and slid it down her body. She reached for her shirt, pulling it over her head in a smooth motion, revealing the delicate lace of her bra. Before the shirt even hit the floor, Ethan lunged forward, his hands gripping her waist with a firm tug, pulling her down onto the couch with him. She gasped at the sudden movement, a surprised laugh escaping her lips as she landed on his lap.
Their lips met again, urgent and heated, as they pressed close, now in nothing but their underwear. The plaid fabric of his boxers and the thin lace of her panties were the only barriers between them. Ethan shifted, maneuvering Mei until she lay back on the couch, her hair splaying out over the cushions. He knelt between her legs, hovering over her, his hands roaming her sides, tracing the curve of her hips, teasing along the edges of her bra and panties, fingertips brushing her skin just enough to draw out Essence and make her shiver.
His kisses trailed from her lips to her jaw, then down to her neck, where he lingered, lips and tongue finding a sensitive spot that made her gasp. Her nails dug into his back, scratching lightly as a shudder ran through her. “Ethan,” she breathed, her voice filled with need. His hand slid beneath her, and she arched her back instinctively, making it easier for him to unclasp her bra. With a quick flick, he pulled the lace away, tossing it aside carelessly. His hands ran up her sides, cupping her breasts as he renewed their kiss, Mei pressing her body upwards into him.
He straightened, sitting back as he gazed down at her, his breath catching. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her breasts moving with each inhale, the soft curves captivating him. He was struck by how stunning she was, how every moment of their date night, the laughter, the stolen glances, had led to this tension and need for each other spilling over.
Mei caught his stare, and for the first time, there was no trace of the embarrassment she’d felt in their past encounters. Each time before, their intimacy had been tied to his class, to the ritual of Imbuing Essence, always with a sense of duty that killed any intimacy. This was different. This was just them, stripped bare in every sense, wanting each other with a need that felt new. She reached for him, pulling him down into another searing kiss, her fingers running through his hair, hands roaming his back.
As they kissed, she could feel him, hard and pressing against her through his boxers, the feel of him evident even through the thin layers. His free hand slid down, tracing the back of her thigh before gripping her ass, pulling her tight against him, grinding her against his cock. The friction made her whimper, her hips moving on their own as she felt for more, needing more from him. “Ethan, stop teasing me,” she pleaded, her voice raw, with an almost desperate need.
He looked at her and gave a small smirk, turned on by the need etched across her face, by the way her body writhed beneath him. Leaning close, his lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “You want it that bad, huh?” before trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and lower. He paused at her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder as she moaned loudly. Her breasts, a firm B or small C, stood perky under his attention, and he quickly learned how sensitive her nipples were. Doubling down, flicking his tongue over them while his hand toyed with the other or slid down her stomach, teasing just above her panties. “Bet you’re dying for me to keep going,” he murmured, his voice low and taunting, and she squirmed under him, unable to stay still.
Finally, Ethan began kissing his way down her toned stomach, each touch of his lips a release of Essence. His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and she saw the dark intent in his eyes. Kneeling further down the couch, he pressed his lips along the edge of her panties, tracing her hip bones, while his hand slid up her thigh, thumb slipping just under the lace. As he kissed her left hip, his thumb teased inside her panties, brushing the outer edges of her pussy, so close yet maddeningly far. Her breath hitched. “Touch me, please,” she gasped, her voice breaking with want.
with a final kiss along her hips, he adjusted himself and lifted her left leg into the air, holding it steady. Starting at her knee, he kissed his way down the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate, while his left hand continued teasing along her panties. Then, pressing his left hand flat against her mons, just above her pussy, he slid it down over the fabric, pressing firmly, feeling her heat through the lace. Essence pulsed between them, each kiss, each press of his hand a spike of power, building higher. “Ethan, please,” she begged again, her tone almost a whine.
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