"Lay back," Nea commanded, her voice firm but trembling slightly with nerves. Her petite frame loomed over Jason, her brown eyes burning with determination. "This time, I'm in control."
Jason raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he eased onto the bed, his muscular body stretching out beneath her. "You sure about that, Nea? You've never done this before."
"Sh-Shut up! Just stay still!"
"You've had my sisters," Nea said, her voice steady despite the way her hands shook as she knelt over him. "But you haven't had me." She reached down, her fingers brushing against his length, and Jason inhaled sharply. "This is my turn."
Jason's smirk widened, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—respect, maybe, or admiration. "Alright, little one," he said, his voice low. "Do your worst."
Nea's breath hitched as she positioned herself above him, her heart pounding in her chest. She was smaller than her sisters—shorter, more petite—but she was determined to prove she could handle this. She lowered herself slowly, her body trembling as she felt him press against her entrance.
It was… overwhelming. His size, his heat, the sheer intensity of him—it was more than she'd anticipated. She froze, her body stiffening as she tried to process the sensation.
But she was already too wet...
"Nea," Jason said gently, his hands resting on her hips. "You don't have to—"
"I can do this," she interrupted, her voice shaking but resolute. She pushed down, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as she took him inside her for the first time. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body tensing as he filled her completely.
Nea's Primordial Yin entered Jason's pores. And finally he felt that all his worries had vanished.
Jason looked up at her and new feeling of utter affection and love bloomed inside him.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Nea's breath came in shallow pants, her body adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation. Jason watched her, his expression softening as he saw the determination in her face.
"Nea," he murmured, his hands tightening on her hips. "You're doing incredible."
Her eyes opened, meeting his, and for a moment, she looked almost… vulnerable. But then that determination returned, and she began to move, her body rising and falling in tentative, unsteady strokes.
It was awkward at first—Nea's inexperience was obvious in the way she fumbled, her movements uncertain and halting. But Jason didn't rush her. He let her set the pace, his hands guiding her as she learned the rhythm.
"Like this," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Slow and steady."
Nea nodded, her breath coming faster as she found her rhythm. Her body began to relax, the tension easing as she grew more comfortable. She leaned forward, her hands resting on Jason's chest, her hair falling around her face like a curtain.
"See?" she said, a hint of pride in her voice. "I can do this."
Jason chuckled, his hands sliding up to her waist. "You're a natural."
But as the minutes passed, the strain began to show. Nea's movements grew slower, her energy waning. Although a half dwarf, Her petite body wasn't built for this kind of exertion, and the pleasure mixed with fatigue was taking its toll.
"Jason," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I… I can't…"
He saw the exhaustion in her eyes, the way her body sagged with the effort. Without a word, he gently rolled them over, taking the lead as he pressed her into the mattress.
"Let me take care of you," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
Nea's breath caught as she felt him shift, his body moving against hers with a newfound intensity. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as the pleasure built inside her.
"Jason," she gasped, her voice breaking on his name.
He didn't respond—he didn't need to. His body spoke for him, the rhythm of his thrusts sending waves of pleasure through her. Nea's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back as she surrendered to the sensation.
And then, with a sharp cry, she came undone, her body shuddering beneath his as the pleasure overtook her. Jason followed moments later, his own release spilling inside her as he pressed her deeper into the mattress.
For a long time, neither of them moved. Nea's chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, her body limp with exhaustion. Jason hovered above her, his hands braced on either side of her head as he caught his breath.
Jason kissed her forehead as she slept soundly in his arms.
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Jason stood at the edge of the bed, his heart heavy with a mixture of gratitude, guilt, and affection. Ramla, Adea, and Nea lay peacefully, their features soft and serene, their breathing steady. The room was quiet now, the turmoil of the past hours replaced by a calm that Jason could scarcely believe had settled.
He had washed each of them with care, his touch gentle and reverent. He clothed them in fresh garments he had found in the chamber, each gesture filled with a silent promise: to protect, to cherish, and to never let them bear the weight of his burden alone again. They had saved him—more than he could have ever imagined. And now, they rested, their sacrifices etched deeply into his soul.
Jason sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze soft as he looked at each of them. Ramla, with her warm heart and unwavering resolve, had been the first to step forward, her selflessness shining brighter than the chaos surrounding them. Adea, ever the dreamer, had followed with quiet strength, her ethereal grace hiding a will of steel. And Nea, reluctant and guarded, had eventually given herself over to trust, despite her fears and doubts.
He reached out, his hand brushing a strand of Nea's hair from her face. Her expression was peaceful now, though earlier it had been a storm of emotions—anger, fear, and finally, a hesitant acceptance. Jason's chest tightened as he thought of the strength it must have taken for her to set aside her own fears to help him.
Jason leaned back slightly, running a hand through his own hair. The Yang energy within him had stabilized, the once-chaotic storm now a steady pulse that hummed through his body. He felt different—stronger, sharper, and more in tune with the world around him. But it wasn't just the power of the Leviathan's blood that had changed him. It was them—the sisters—who had transformed him.
"I owe you everything," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. The words felt inadequate, but they were all he had in that moment.
He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers as he felt the newfound strength coursing through him. This power wasn't just his anymore. It was theirs, too—a bond forged in the crucible of hardship and sacrifice. He would carry them with him in everything he did, and he would make sure their trust in him was never misplaced.
Jason's gaze returned to the sisters, his heart swelling with a deep, abiding affection. They weren't just his companions anymore. They were his family. And he would spend the rest of his life proving himself worthy of the gift they had given him.
As the room settled into a deeper quiet, Jason rose to his feet. He needed to think, to plan the next steps. The Leviathan's trials had been harrowing, but they were only the beginning. A new journey lay ahead—one that he would face not alone, but with them by his side.
The air in the chamber grew heavy, rippling with an otherworldly presence. Jason turned sharply, his hand instinctively reaching for a weapon that wasn't there. From the shadows, the Leviathan materialized, his human form as imposing as ever. His eyes gleamed with a predatory amusement, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin that made Jason's stomach tighten.
"Congratulations, Jason," the Leviathan said, his voice smooth and resonant. "You have succeeded in my trial. Few have endured what you just did, and even fewer have emerged stronger. You've proven yourself worthy of the power I've bestowed."
Jason squared his shoulders, his body tense. "I didn't do this for you," he said coldly, his voice steady. "I did it to survive—and for them." He glanced at the three sisters resting on the bed, his gaze softening briefly before returning to the Leviathan with steel in his eyes. "What do you want now?"
The Leviathan chuckled, the sound rich and almost mocking. "Want? I've already received what I wanted, Jason. My bloodline now flows in you, and through your actions, it has been shared with them." He gestured toward the sisters, his grin widening. "They are no longer mere mortals."
Before Jason could respond, a brilliant light surrounded the bed. Ramla, Adea, and Nea began to glow, their bodies lifting from the surface as if pulled by an invisible force. Jason took a step forward, alarmed, but the Leviathan held up a hand, halting him.
"Do not interfere," the Leviathan commanded, his tone firm yet calm. "This is their ascension—a gift from the Yang essence you have shared. They will become something far greater than they were."
Jason watched in awe and trepidation as the sisters hovered in the air, their bodies encased in swirling currents of energy. The light around them intensified, shimmering with the colors of the ocean—deep blues, vibrant greens, and flashes of silver. Their hair darkened, shifting to a deep, rich blue, like the depths of the sea. Their features seemed to glow with an otherworldly beauty, their mortal limitations melting away as their cultivation began to take root.
The Leviathan spoke again, his voice almost reverent. "My essence, tempered by your bond with them, has transformed their very nature. They are no longer bound by the fragility of mortals. They are cultivators now, connected to the laws of water, wind, and lightning that you yourself embody. They are your equals in this journey, Jason. Protect them well, for their power will shape your destiny."
The light began to fade, and the sisters slowly descended back to the bed, their breaths steady but deeper, their energy radiating strength and vitality. Jason stepped closer, his heart pounding as he looked at them, his emotions a mix of relief, amazement, and a newfound sense of responsibility.
The Leviathan's gaze remained fixed on Jason, his expression unreadable. "This is only the beginning, inheritor," he said. "The power you now wield, and the bond you share with them, will be tested in ways you cannot yet imagine. But remember—strength alone is not enough. You must wield it wisely."
With that, the Leviathan began to fade, his form dissolving into mist. His words echoed in the chamber, a haunting reminder of the trials yet to come. "Do not squander what you have been given, Jason. Or it will consume you."
As the Leviathan's form lingered, shimmering faintly in the chamber's dim light, he turned back to Jason with a sly grin, his eyes glowing like the deep ocean's depths.
"One last thing, Jason," the Leviathan said, his voice echoing with ancient authority. "These women, these sisters, are no longer just mortals. They are bound to you now in ways far deeper than you realize. They are your mermaids—your companions, your protectors, and your key to mastering the *Leviathan's Abyssal Sovereign Scripture*."
Jason furrowed his brow, his gaze flicking to the sisters, who rested peacefully, their newly transformed forms radiating a serene power. "My… mermaids?" he asked, skepticism and confusion thick in his voice.
The Leviathan chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the chamber. "Indeed. The *Leviathan's Abyssal Sovereign Scripture* is a cultivation art tied to the essence of the sea, to its vastness and its depths. To fully master it, you will need balance—strength tempered by wisdom, power guided by compassion. These women are not just your allies; they are extensions of your own soul, their energy linked to yours through the Yang essence you have shared."
Jason's jaw tightened. "And what does that mean for them? For me? Are they bound to me against their will?"
The Leviathan's grin softened, a rare flicker of sincerity passing over his face. "They chose this path, Jason, whether they realize it yet or not. The bond between you is no shackle; it is a partnership, one that will grow stronger as you journey together. They are your mermaids not because they serve you, but because they complement you. Their power, their lives, their fates—they are intertwined with yours, and together, you will unlock the secrets of the Leviathan's power."
Jason glanced back at the sisters, his chest tightening as he absorbed the Leviathan's words. Ramla, with her steadfast determination; Adea, with her quiet strength; and Nea, with her fierce spirit. Each of them had stepped into this uncharted territory alongside him, and now their destinies were forever linked.
"What is this Leviathan's Abyssal Sovereign Scripture?" Jason asked, his voice low but steady.
The Leviathan's eyes gleamed with approval. "The Leviathan's Abyssal Sovereign Scripture is an ancient cultivation method, one that draws upon the primal forces of the ocean and the balance of Yin and Yang. Through it, you will wield the power of the tides, command the storms, and transcend the limits of mortality. But be warned—it is not a path for the weak of heart or spirit. The trials you've faced so far are but ripples compared to the waves that lie ahead."
Jason nodded slowly, his mind racing. "And they—Ramla, Adea, and Nea—are part of this path?"
"Yes," the Leviathan replied. "They are your anchor and your compass. Without them, you will falter. Together, you will rise. Trust in them as they trust in you, and you will achieve greatness."
With those final words, the Leviathan began to dissolve into a cascade of glowing droplets, his voice lingering in the air like a whisper on the wind. "Do not fail me, Jason. The ocean's depths hold power beyond imagining, but only for those who can withstand its pull."
As the room returned to silence, Jason stood alone, his heart heavy but resolute. He looked at the sisters once more, their transformed forms a reminder of the responsibility now resting on his shoulders. They were no longer just companions—they were his mermaids, his key to unlocking the mysteries of the Leviathan's power. And he would protect them, no matter what challenges awaited.
Jason then looked up to see a ring floating down to him.