With her whole body flushed and covered in sweat, Iris fell to her knees while breathing hard. “I can’t… This is torture!” She complained, her small fists repeatedly hitting against the ground.

“My, don’t be like that, sister.” Alice offered her a gentle cheer, while running circles around the backyard. “We’re almost done, just thirty eight more laps!”

“Absurd!” Iris shrieked, shaking her head at the very notion of doing any more exercise. “It’s winter! It’s godsdamn winter! How can I even be sweating this much when the weather is so cold!?”

“Get up.” Steinar ordered her, also running laps around the backyard. “If not, I’ll have you start over.”

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of having to start over the five hundred laps of their ‘warm-up session’. “You… I hate you!” She got up, her legs shaking something fierce, and reluctantly resumed her jogging.

Ever since the awakening of their brands, the training they were being forced to undertake had more than tripled in intensity. Steinar with his pointless physical exercises — he says it’s to build some muscle, else he might end up harming them once they’re married. And Bruna with her long and boring study sessions. She’s been fixated in finding more about their special eye-traits, something she calls Mystical Eyes. Apparently, these can be very convenient.

“Dammit…” Iris muttered, her face flushing a deeper shade of pink than the rest of her body. The hardest thing about Steinar’s training, by far, is having him actually train together with them. His smell was literally making Iris go crazy. ‘Ahh… I’m so horny…’ She thought, her panties moistening from something that wasn’t sweat. She had no ‘alone time’ lately, so she hasn’t been able to ‘relieve herself’ at all. And if that wasn’t enough to build up her frustration, since apparently their brands emanate mana that has a calming effect on him, Steinar has been sticking to their side like glue. ‘He looks just so fucking delicious… It’s unfair...’ Iris bit her lower lip, her eyes practically devouring him. Hearing Annie’s and Leila’s moans coming out from his room every single night was also severely aggravating her ‘situation’ down there.

How was Alice even taking all of this so well? Steinar told her that he would embrace her once she got a little stronger, so she has been diligently exercising without a single complaint. She hasn’t even tried to sneak up on his bed nor anything of the sort, it’s scary how steadfast she is in actually trying to get stronger. Perhaps she’s doing it all to please him? ‘Wherever has that shy sister of mine gone to?’ Iris wondered, the air burning her nostrils and lungs as she desperately inhaled it while running.

“Master!” Annie suddenly skipped through the backyard, her huge tits bouncing along the way. She jumped straight into Steinar’s arms, even though he was all sticky with sweat. “We found the information you asked for!” She declared, waving a piece of paper in front of him. “It’s close by, just a four days travel.”

“That’s good.” Steinar patted her head. “You did well, my little pet.” He praised her. Where in the gods’ gracious names was she ‘little’? That woman was starting to look more and more like a damn cow lately, or so Iris thought.

“My, are we going on a little trip?” Alice asked, with an innocent smile on her face. For some reason she wasn’t sweating nearly as much as Iris.

“Yes.” Steinar nodded. “I asked the girls to find us a place infested with monsters, so that the both of you can get some real combat experience.”

“Monsters, huh…” Iris chimed in, still panting from all the running. “What kind, if I may ask? I would prefer them not to be something disgusting like goblins.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, lady Iris. We’re going to hunt some undead.” Annie answered, giving her a side-eyed smile.

“Undead…?” Iris grimaced. Undead are troublesome, hard to kill if you’re not a user of holy magic, and their ranks can vary a lot.

“Yes.” Annie nodded. “We’re going to a place called the Sunless Swamp, it seems like there’s been an outbreak of undead over there. A few adventurers have been dispatched to help, but none has returned as of yet.”

“Sounds exciting!” Alice’s eyes practically beamed with anticipation as she spoke. “When are we leaving?”

“At dawn tomorrow.” Steinar said, as he wrapped an arm around Annie’s waist. “Training is over for today, you two should rest up and prepare your gear.” He turned his back and started leaving towards the house, accompanied by Annie. The damned bitch, however, glanced at Iris from over her shoulder, as if scoffing at her while making a show out of caressing Steinar’s back with her hand.

‘This bitch...’ Iris stomped a foot to the ground in anger. A mere servant was now underestimating her? 'Thinking she is better just because she’s being used as a sex toy by the man who is going to eventually become my husband?' That won’t do, that certainly won’t do. This pitiful servant is in need of some serious discipline. Someone needs to teach her some manners, to put her back in her place. But that is a matter for another time. Right now, Iris has some different plans in mind— some very interesting plans. Since they are leaving at dawn tomorrow, this means the servant girls will be busy making preparations, which in turn, means Steinar will be left alone for a fair amount of time. Iris couldn’t help but lick her lips at the thought of what she was about to do. ‘Just you wait, you hateful savage. Tonight you will be mine.’

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“This is a very interesting expression you have on your face, my dear sister.” Alice smirked, giving a little pinch to Iris’ left buttocks. “What devilish plans might you be concocting right now?”

“Ouch!” Iris jumped in surprise from the unexpected sting to her butt. “What do you mean? I’m just thinking about how I’m going to enjoy resting, now that the training is over.”

“Is that so?” Alice smirked, her tone sounding quite smug. “I could swear that you were making the face of a ‘thirsty’ female.”

“I did no such thing!” Iris shouted, though her cheeks once more flushed a deep shade of pink. “I-I’m gonna take a bath— a very long bath. Feel free to join me, if you want.” She said as she left towards the house.

“I will, sister. I will.” Alice followed her, still smirking. She sort of knew what Iris was planning, but there was no reason for her to interfere. If anything, she wanted to give her the opportunity to take the lead, perhaps as a reward for always playing the role of the big sister.

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Night had arrived once more. Leila and Annie were in the kitchen, busying themselves with preparing the necessary provisions for their trip tomorrow. Bruna was in her room, probably reading books on the subject of mystical eyes. She was really eager to find out what kind of special trait the twins’ eyes have. Camille was taking a bath and Alice was already asleep. Now was the perfect time for Iris to put her plan into motion.

Silently, she crept through the hallways of the second floor. Her destination, obviously, being Steinar’s room. There probably was no point in her trying to keep quiet, since his sharp senses would definitely detect her presence, but she still felt like doing it— perhaps just to help set up the mood. Her hands slowly reached for the door handle, her heart thumping in anticipation. She gave it a slight turn, just enough for the door to open. A muffled creack came from the door's hinges, as the inside of the room came into her view. She half expected to find Steinar in bed, but he was on the floor instead— doing pushups.

“What do you want?” He asked, not bothering to stop exercising.

Iris didn’t answer, she just made her way to his bed— wearing nothing but a pure white negligee, that might as well be see-through given how thin the fabric is. She sat on his bed, crossing her legs seductively and looking down on him with an air of superiority. “You need me, don’t you?” She asked, her lips curving into a smile.

“I do.” He answered without hesitation, though still not ceasing his push-ups.

“Then worship me.” She demanded, elegantly presenting her delicate right foot to him— like a queen, or perhaps a princess, ordering a servant to kiss her feet. “I want you to worship my body, I want you to kiss and lick every part of me— starting with my feet.”

“Is that so?” Steinar stopped doing his push-ups and stood up, his body all hot and dripping with sweat. “I don’t really mind doing it, since I really like your smell. But once I start, it gets really hard to control myself. As you are right now… I might end up breaking you.” He walked closer to her and bent over to whisper on her ear. “Are you sure you want that? I might just eat you up.”

Iris let out a low pitched, saccharine moan as she wrapped her lithe arms around Steinar’s robust neck, kissing him all over while inhaling his intoxicating musk. Not being satisfied with just kissing, she started licking around his neck, down to his shoulder, losing herself into the act of savoring his taste.

Steinar gave her a slight push, tumbling her over the bed, then he grabbed her right foot with both of his rough, callused hands and gave it a kiss. “Is that what you want?” He asked, raining kisses over her silky foot, then giving it a lick as if it was the tastiest treat in the whole world.

Iris melted under his caresses, her eyes burning with raw lust as her hands reached for her nethers. She started with slow, circular motions, just comforting her sopping wet entrance. Her hunger for his touch growing with every second— every kiss, every lick, every playful bite that he gave her. By this point, his lips were already climbing over her inner thighs, making their way towards her most intimate place. The anticipation set her ablaze, as both her hands reached for Steinar’s hair, practically dragging his face towards her crotch. He complied, and as soon as his tongue touched her sensitive nethers, she exploded in pure blissh— her legs stretching and toes curling as a squirt of pure passion hit Steinar right in the face. He didn’t stop his ministrations though, and soon again Iris exploded in another burst of pleasure. Then another, and another, and another… By the time he was done, Iris had become a moaning, spasming mess. Her eyes rolled back, hands grabbing tightly at the sheets, legs quivering uncontrollably and her mouth open with tongue hanging out. The bed completely soaked with her abundant love juices.

“Satisfied?” Steinar asked, moving his head away from Iris’ crotch.

“M-More…!” Panting hard, she demanded for more. This was the first time a man had ever touched her body, and she was loving every second of it. Although she usually comforted herself, she had never experienced such powerful orgasms in her life. Her inexperienced body, in such a short time, had grown addicted to it. Her eyes regaining some focus, as she stared straight at Steinar— her gaze dripping with desire. “I want more.” She wasn’t asking, she was demanding, ordering him to give her more. The sheer authority carried by her voice would make even the likes of an empress flinch back.

“Sure.” He agreed, kissing her lower abdomen. His lips crawling their way up to her tiny, almost completely flat breasts. He took a nipple inside his mouth— between his teeth— and gave it a playful bite. Iris’s body spasmed violently in response, her head flashing pure white once more as she was brought to another intense orgasm. Wrapping one arm around Iris’ hips, Steinar pulled her up and sat her on his lap. His mouth went for hers, giving her a very passionate kiss that felt much like she was being devoured by a starving wolf. Even though it was her first kiss, she had already grown addicted to it as well. Would it be more precise to say that she had grown addicted to Steinar instead? His body, his smell, his touch… Everything about him just overwhelmed her senses and made she want both to consume him and to be consumed by him.

Their lips only separated themselves for the briefest of moments, just to breath in some air, their tongues still remaining intertwined with one another. Their passion was growing to dangerous levels, soon there would be no turning back— not that any of them would want to. Feeling his hardness grinding at her sopping-wet crotch, Iris’ hands reached for Steinar’s trousers, pulling it just enough to reveal his manhood. She wasn’t exactly looking, since she was too engrossed in their kiss; but her hands could feel how massive his man-meat was. ‘Ah, so that’s what he means by ‘breaking’ us…’ Iris came to the realization, as she stroked his manhood with her small, delicate hands. The thought of having that enormous thing enter her was something scary, but also something she wanted more than anything else at this moment. So her hands guided it towards her entrance, pressing the tip against her tight crevice— putting enough force that it was starting to make it’s way inside.

“Don’t.” But Steinar stopped her, separating their lips and holding her in place with both hands, so that she couldn’t proceed any further. “I can tell it’s your first time… I’m already having trouble holding back as it is, if we actually do it… I might end up hurting you.”

Iris chuckled, staring at him as if he had just said the stupidest thing in the world. “It’s my own body.” She claimed, grinding her entrance against his tip. “Do you think I can’t tell that this is going to mess me up? I mean, look at the sheer size of it… It’s thicker than my forearm.” She said, putting one of her arms by the side of his member to compare the girth of the two. She then wrapped both arms around his neck and whispered to his ear. “But I really want to be messed up, you know?” Steinar’s hands loosened their grip on her hips, and taking the opportunity Iris lowered them in one swift motion— Steinar’s member tearing through the thin membrane of her hymen as it forcefully stretched her insides.

“Ghh…!” Iris groaned, her eyes rolling back as she wrapped her legs tightly around Steinar’s body. “It huuuuuuuurtttssss!!!” She howled. It really did hurt a lot more than what she expected, but there was also pleasure mixed with that pain— a lot of pleasure. She was fully aroused and completely lubricated, there’s no way it wouldn’t feel good, even though his manhood was definitely a few sizes too big for her. Once it reached her depths, only about half— or perhaps a bit more than half — of his man-meat was actually inside of her. “See…?” She smiled, her lips trembling with both pain and pleasure. “It worked out just fine.”

In response, Steinar reached for another passionate kiss, tumbling her over the bed— his overly muscular body pressing down on hers as he devoured her with the intensity of a ravenous beast. It seems that waking up in time for their trip will prove to be a big challenge for Iris… Hopefully she’ll be alive come morning, and if she’s lucky she might just be able to walk. But even with all that, she still had a smile on her face as her lips parted from Steinar’s. “You’re mine.” She whispered, playfully biting his earlobe. Those weren’t just empty words, they carried the full determination of an alpha-specimen female, as she laid claim to her mate. They were Iris’ claim that from now on, Steinar belonged to her— though she was more than willing to share him with her dear sister.

End of Chapter 14: Iris’ Claim.