Ethan sat up fully, looking at the two girls with a calm but unmistakably possessive gaze. The soft evening light from the charcoal fire flickered across the room, casting warm shadows on the wooden walls.
Emma’s hands froze in the air for a moment. Her face was already red from his earlier words, and now her heart was beating faster. She glanced at Elena, as if seeking some kind of silent permission or support.
Elena simply smiled faintly and continued massaging Ethan’s shoulders from behind, clearly not intervening.
Ethan reached out and gently took Emma’s hand, guiding it lower until her soft fingers rested against the front of his pants.
"Emma," he said quietly, "last night you held me so tightly. Today you made a big contribution to the tribe. Now it’s time for you to serve me properly."
Emma’s fingers trembled slightly. She hesitated, her mind racing. She had only known him for a little more than a day. The idea of going further still felt sudden and a little frightening. Yet the warmth of his hand over hers, the memory of how safe she had felt pressed between him and Elena the previous night, and the quiet authority in his voice made it difficult to refuse.
After a few seconds of internal struggle, she swallowed and nodded slowly.
"I... I’ll do it," she whispered.
Ethan smiled and leaned back slightly, giving her space. Elena shifted to the side of the bed, watching with a calm, almost encouraging expression.
Emma’s hands moved carefully. She untied the string of his pants with slightly shaky fingers and freed him. His hardness was already fully erect. The sight made her cheeks burn even hotter. She had never seen a man this close before.
She hesitated again, her hand hovering in the air.
"It’s okay," Ethan said softly, reaching out to stroke her hair. "Take your time. Just do what feels natural."
Encouraged by his tone, Emma wrapped her soft hand around him and began stroking slowly. The heat and hardness against her palm made her heart pound. After a moment, she leaned forward and, after another brief pause, took the tip into her mouth.
The unfamiliar taste and the feeling of him filling her mouth made her eyes water slightly, but she didn’t stop. She moved her head carefully, trying to take more of him while using her hand at the base. Her movements were inexperienced and a little clumsy at first, but she was clearly trying her best.
Ethan let out a low groan of approval and rested a hand lightly on the back of her head, not forcing her, only guiding gently.
Elena watched quietly for a while before speaking in a soft voice, "You’re doing well, Emma. Just relax your throat a little more."
Emma’s ears turned red at being instructed, but she followed the advice. Gradually her movements became more confident. She sucked and licked with growing focus, her earlier hesitation slowly melting under Ethan’s quiet praises and the warm atmosphere of the room.
After several minutes, Ethan gently pulled her up. Emma’s lips were slightly swollen and glistening. She looked a little dazed.
Ethan guided her to lie back on the bed and began removing her clothes piece by piece. Emma’s body tensed when the cool air touched her bare skin. She instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms, but Ethan gently moved her hands away.
"Don’t hide," he said. "You’re beautiful."
Emma’s face was completely red now. She turned her head to the side, unable to meet his eyes, but she didn’t stop him. When she was completely naked, Ethan’s gaze traveled over her soft, slender body with clear appreciation.
He leaned down and kissed her neck, then her collarbone, then lower. Emma’s breathing grew uneven. Soft, involuntary sounds escaped her lips when his mouth closed over one of her sensitive peaks. Her hands clutched the quilt tightly.
Elena moved closer and gently held Emma’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It’s okay. Just feel it."
Ethan continued exploring her body with his hands and mouth until Emma was trembling and wet. Only then did he position himself between her legs.
Emma’s eyes widened when she felt the hard tip press against her entrance.
"Ethan... wait..." she whispered, a final trace of hesitation in her voice. "I’ve never..."
"I know," he said gently. "I’ll be careful."
He pushed forward slowly. Emma’s face twisted in pain as her virginity was taken. A sharp cry escaped her lips, and she gripped Elena’s hand tightly. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
Ethan stayed still, kissing her forehead and cheeks, giving her time to adjust. Elena stroked Emma’s hair soothingly.
After a while, the sharp pain began to fade into a strange fullness. Emma’s breathing slowly steadied. When she gave a small nod, Ethan started moving with careful, deep thrusts.
The discomfort gradually mixed with growing pleasure. Emma’s soft moans filled the room as her body began to respond. Her legs wrapped around his waist almost unconsciously, and her hips started moving to meet his rhythm.
Elena watched the two of them with a complex expression, a mixture of acceptance, mild jealousy, and quiet affection. She continued holding Emma’s hand throughout.
Ethan increased his pace gradually, still mindful of Emma’s first time. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting, Emma’s increasingly needy moans, and the soft crackling of the charcoal fire filled the cabin.
When Ethan finally reached his peak, he thrust deep and released inside her. At the same moment, the familiar warm light of his talent activated, bathing Emma’s body in a soft glow.
Emma gasped as a powerful surge of strength and vitality flooded through her. Her eyes widened in surprise even as her own climax overtook her.
[More Wives, More Blessings Activated]
Emma’s talent has has increased significantly.
Ethan collapsed gently on top of her, both of them breathing hard. He stayed inside her for a moment longer before carefully pulling out and gathering her into his arms.
Emma lay against his chest, her body still trembling slightly, her mind hazy. The pain was already fading, replaced by a deep sense of fullness and an unexpected feeling of belonging.
Elena leaned over and gently wiped the tears from Emma’s cheeks, then kissed her forehead softly.
"Welcome to the family," Elena whispered with a small smile.
Emma buried her face against Ethan’s chest, too embarrassed and overwhelmed to speak, but she didn’t pull away.
Half an hour later.
Ethan lazily rolled over and sat up, stretching with a satisfied expression.
"That felt good."
Emma pouted, still lying on the bed with a slightly indignant look. "You’re the only one who feels good. I had to endure everything..."
Ethan didn’t reply with words. Instead, he reached over and gave her soft backside a firm slap. The sharp sound echoed lightly in the room.
"If you still don’t feel like it was enough," he said with a teasing smile, "I can tire you out even more right now."
Emma’s face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She gritted her teeth and rubbed her stinging bottom, glaring at him, though there was no real resistance in her eyes.
Ethan chuckled and moved the gold treasure chest over to the bed.
Elena’s eyes immediately lit up with expectation. Opening treasure chests was clearly her favorite part.
Ethan generously gestured for her to open it.
"Really? Can I?" Elena asked in disbelief. "Shouldn’t Grace be the one to open it?"
"Don’t worry," Ethan replied with a confident smile, casually stroking himself as he spoke. "If she becomes unhappy, I know exactly how to make her happy again."
Under the watchful eyes of the two girls, Elena carefully opened the gold treasure chest.
A soft golden light spilled out as the rewards appeared:
[Rare-grade: Spirit Salt 3g]
[Excellent Titanium Steel Machete ×1]
[Memory Foam Mattress ×1]
[10-pound Thick Quilt ×2]
The three of them stared wide-eyed. A gold treasure chest could actually produce rare-grade items.
"What is Spirit Salt?" Elena asked curiously.
Ethan picked up the small glass bottle. The contents looked like ordinary coarse salt, but they sparkled with a faint, mysterious glow.
[Spirit Salt: Mineral salt veins irrigated by spiritual energy, nourished over tens of thousands of years, crystallized after absorbing a large amount of spiritual energy. It tastes pretty good.]
"This is good stuff?" Ethan opened the bottle and took a light sniff.
The moment the scent reached him, he felt his Talent stir. Even this tiny amount of Spirit Salt contained a surprising quantity of spiritual energy that could help with leveling up.
He then examined the Excellent Titanium Steel Machete. The blade was a full meter long, yet it didn’t feel heavy in his hand. The balance was perfect and natural.
Ethan thought to himself that if he could somehow obtain Sophie’s permanent Strength Talent, he would be able to wield this machete even more effectively in battle.
But before using or distributing anything, he had already decided, Grace would double all of these rewards with her new ability.
He glanced toward the door. By now, Grace should have returned to the tribe. He also needed to tell her about his newest Ability.
Ethan stood up and began putting his clothes back on.
"Emma, rest a little longer. Elena, come with me. We should find Grace and show her these rewards."
Emma nodded weakly from the bed, still rubbing her backside as she watched the two of them prepare to leave.
Elena smiled and followed Ethan toward the door, the gold treasure chest carefully held in her arms.
Outside, the evening air was cool, and the sound of axes still echoed faintly from the logging team in the distance. The tribe was still working hard under the fading light.
Ethan looked forward to seeing Grace’s reaction, to the rare rewards.