Isolde was still on top of Aiden, her thick thighs clamped around his hips, pussy stretched tight around his cock. She moved slow and deliberate now, after the third round, grinding her clit against his base with every roll of her hips.

Her red eyes burned down at him, palms pressed hard against the glowing fractures on his chest. Each press sent a sharp spike of pain through his ribs that twisted straight into raw pleasure.

"Fill me again," she growled, voice low and rough. "I want your cum leaking down my thighs when we walk back out there."

Aiden gripped her ass, fingers digging into firm muscle, and thrust up hard. The cot creaked under them. Isolde clenched around him, milking his shaft as he drove deeper.

Her tits bounced with each slam, nipples hard and dark. She leaned down, biting his lower lip, then straightened and rode him faster, hips snapping.

"Fuck—Isolde—" Aiden groaned, golden eyes locked on hers.

She smirked, pressing harder on the fractures. Pain flared bright, then melted into heat that made his cock twitch inside her. He came first this time, hips jerking as thick ropes of cum pumped deep into her cunt.

Isolde shuddered, grinding down through his orgasm, her own climax hitting with a low, guttural moan. Her walls fluttered and squeezed, drawing every drop out of him.

She stayed seated on his cock for a long moment, breathing hard, cum already starting to drip where they were joined.

The tent flap ripped open.

Catherine stood there, chest heaving, eyes wild with a mix of fury and hunger. She'd clearly heard everything from outside. Her gaze dropped to where Isolde still sat impaled on Aiden, then back to his face.

"You fucking bastard," she spat, but there was no real heat in it. Just need.

She stormed in, dropped to her knees beside the cot, and kissed Aiden hard. Angry. Hungry. Tongue shoving into his mouth like she wanted to punish him and devour him at the same time.

Isolde chuckled, low and satisfied, and started rolling her hips again, lazy and teasing, keeping Aiden hard inside her while Catherine devoured his mouth.

Catherine broke the kiss, breathing ragged. "This doesn't change anything," she whispered against his lips, even as her hands yanked at her own clothes.

"Keep telling yourself that," Isolde said, smirking. She finally lifted off Aiden's cock with a wet sound, cum spilling from her pussy down his shaft. "Your turn, Catherine. Sit on his face."

Catherine didn't argue. She stripped fast, kicking off boots and pants, then climbed up. She straddled Aiden's head, facing Isolde, and lowered her soaked pussy onto his mouth.

Aiden groaned into her folds and started licking immediately—long, hungry strokes, sucking her clit, tongue pushing inside her. Catherine gasped, hips rocking, fingers tangling in his white hair.

"Just like you used to," she moaned. "Fuck, Aiden… right there—"

Isolde positioned herself again, guiding Aiden's cock back into her cum-slick cunt and sinking down. She rode him steady while Catherine ground on his face.

The tent filled with wet sounds—skin slapping, slick pussy noises, heavy breathing.

Sabrina slipped in next. She'd been standing just outside, listening, thighs pressed together. Her face was flushed, eyes dark with conflict and raw want. Isolde glanced over and jerked her head.

"Come here. He's got hands free."

Sabrina hesitated only a second before she moved. She knelt beside Aiden, leaning in to kiss him while Catherine rode his tongue. Aiden's hand slid between Sabrina's legs, fingers finding her dripping slit.

He pushed two fingers inside her, curling, thumb rubbing her clit. Sabrina whimpered into his mouth, hips bucking against his hand.

Isolde dismounted again, cum dripping down her thighs. "Your turn on his cock, Sabrina. Reverse. Let Catherine watch."

Sabrina moved fast, desperate. She turned, straddling Aiden backward, and sank down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion. The stretch made her cry out. "Oh shit—he's still so big—"

She started riding him hard, ass bouncing, taking him deep. Catherine leaned forward, kissing Sabrina fiercely while her own pussy stayed glued to Aiden's mouth.

Hands roamed—Catherine squeezing Sabrina's tits, pinching nipples, Isolde stroking Aiden's balls and pressing on his fractures whenever she wanted to make him thrust harder.

Aiden licked Catherine through two orgasms, her thighs shaking around his head as she came on his tongue.

Sabrina rode him like she was starving for it, pussy clenching, moaning brokenly every time he hit deep. Isolde directed it all, voice rough with command.

"Deeper, Sabrina. Make him feel how much you've missed this cock. Catherine—rub her clit while she rides."

The tent was a mess of bodies. Sweat-slick skin, heavy breathing, the wet slap of flesh. Aiden's fractures glowed brighter with every spike of pain Isolde fed him, then dulled as pleasure rolled through.

He fucked Sabrina until she came hard, back arching, crying out his name. He followed right after, pumping another load deep into her pulsing cunt.

Isolde pulled Sabrina off and pushed Catherine down onto all fours. "Clean him with your mouth first. Then ride."

Catherine glared but obeyed, sucking Aiden's cock clean of Sabrina's juices and his own cum, tongue swirling.

Then she straddled him and sank down, riding with angry, desperate rolls of her hips. Sabrina and Isolde took turns on his mouth and fingers, kissing each other, touching everywhere.

Aiden came again, this time pulling out at the last second so Catherine could stroke him off onto her tits. Thick white ropes painted her breasts and collarbone. She rubbed it in, breathing hard, eyes glassy.

They ended in a sweaty tangle on the cot and floor mats—limbs intertwined, cum leaking from pussies, skin flushed and marked. Aiden's fractures felt steadier, the constant burn dulled by the raw releases.

Catherine leaned close, voice low against his ear. "The full bond restoration is for the camp. Not forgiveness."

Isolde smirked from where she lay draped across his chest. "The real deal was always going to end like this."

A stronger tremor shook the ground outside. Horns blared in the distance.

They dressed quickly, bodies still humming, and stepped out.

Flora and Luna stood nearby, faces flushed, eyes wide. They'd heard every moan, every slap of skin, every command. Flora's hands were clenched at her sides. Luna bit her lip, thighs pressed tight together.

The bond pulled at all of them now—hot, insistent, and impossible to ignore.

The ridge was chaos. Wind whipped hard, carrying the sounds of fighting below. Varen's forces pressed hard, but the bond between Aiden and the women had started knitting back together in the tent.

It thrummed now, raw and sexual, pulling them together even in the middle of battle.

During a brief lull, the pull became too strong.

Flora and Luna were dragged toward Aiden by something deeper than willpower. Isolde noticed first.

She grabbed Catherine's arm, then Sabrina's, and yanked the whole group into a shadowed alcove behind jagged rocks—hidden from most of the line but still close enough to hear steel clashing and men shouting.

Flora resisted at first, tears in her eyes. "This is exactly what we were trying to stop," she whispered, voice shaking as Aiden pulled her close.

He kissed her gently at first—soft, reassuring. Then hunger took over. Flora melted against him, hands fisting his shirt.

She straddled his lap where he sat against the rock, fumbling with his pants until his cock sprang free, hard and ready again.

"You feel… exactly like I remembered," she breathed, sinking down onto him slowly. The stretch made her gasp, eyes fluttering shut.

She was tight, wet from listening earlier, and she took every inch until her ass rested on his thighs.

Luna watched, shy but aching. Aiden reached for her, pulling her in for a kiss while Flora started riding him with small, needy rocks of her hips.

His fingers slid under Luna's skirt, finding her soaked panties and pushing them aside.

Two fingers sank into her cunt, curling, thumb on her clit. Luna moaned into his mouth, hips grinding against his hand.

Catherine and Sabrina arrived seconds later, drawn by the same bond and the sounds already leaking out. Jealousy flashed across their faces, but old desire won fast.

Isolde smirked. "All of you. Now. Give him everything."

It turned chaotic fast.

Aiden thrust up into Flora from below, gripping her ass, driving deep while she rode him harder, tits bouncing under her shirt.

Sabrina climbed onto his face, facing away, grinding her pussy on his tongue the way she had in the tent.

Catherine knelt beside them, stroking Aiden's chest, kissing him whenever Sabrina lifted enough, her hand occasionally reaching down to rub Flora's clit while she fucked him.

Luna took her turn next—Flora lifted off, cum already dripping from her well-fucked pussy, and Luna straddled Aiden reverse, sinking down with a shaky moan. "Don't stop… I want to feel you come inside me too."

Aiden fucked her rough and urgent, hips snapping up, the risk of discovery making everything sharper.

Battle noise covered most of their moans, but not all. Isolde took control, riding Aiden's cock next when Luna dismounted—hard, dominant bounces that made her ass slap against him loudly.

She pressed her palms on his fractures again, feeding him spikes of pain that turned into fuel for harder thrusts.

"Deeper," Isolde ordered. "Make them all remember what this cock feels like."

Positions blurred. Aiden took Flora from behind while she bent over a low rock, pounding into her tight cunt until she came with a muffled cry, biting her own arm.

Sabrina rode his face again, coming hard on his tongue.

Catherine stroked him when he pulled out, then guided him into Luna once more. Isolde fucked him in between, clenching and demanding.

Sweat poured down everyone's bodies. Skin slapped. Pussies dripped cum and juices. Fractures glowed bright with every painful press from Isolde's hands, then faded as orgasms rolled through the group in waves.

Aiden came inside Flora first—deep, pulsing loads that overflowed when he pulled out. Then inside Luna, who begged for it with broken whispers.

He painted Catherine's thighs when she stroked him off the last time, and Isolde milked one final release from him while riding hard, her own climax making her shudder and curse.

Muffled moans mixed with the distant battle. "I hate how much I still need this," Catherine gasped between kisses.

Sabrina just kept repeating Aiden's name like a prayer. Flora and Luna clung tighter, tears mixing with sweat, old resentment cracking under raw pleasure.

The bond surged with every shared release. Pain from the fractures dulled further, strength flowing back into Aiden as the connection between all of them knit tighter—messy, guilty, sexual, and unbreakable in that moment.

They barely finished dressing when the major surge hit.

The ground trembled violently. Aiden faltered, fractures flaring white-hot again. Isolde caught him publicly this time, right on the ridge line where soldiers could see. She pulled him against her chest, red eyes fierce.

Catherine stepped forward, voice carrying over the wind, raw and defiant. "He's ours. The bond stays. We fight together."

The foreign mage's laugh echoed from below—cold, knowing. The real deal had been sealed in private, in sweat and cum and fractured pain turning into shared ecstasy.

The harem had come back together the only way it ever could: raw, desperate, and completely addicted.