Instead, her hands found only Kyra's nipples, cupping the flesh around them.
'Bloody pillars of Titan's Spine, what the hell is going on?'
Another rush of blood surged south. A wild thought seized Caleb, and he kicked the sheets away, determined to see how they would react to the prominent ridge in his lap.
If they berated him, behaving like any woman from his old world, the embarrassment would follow him to his grave. But if they saw his blatant arousal and acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, then this new world might just be paradise. From their angle, he was sure they could see everything.
Never in his life had he been so desperate for someone to look at his erection.
Meanwhile, Mara's hands, still latched onto Kyra's chest, began to fondle her without restraint. Kyra could only watch, shaking her head in defeat. She knew Mara was just teasing, but it worked; a flush of shame crept up her neck at the attention drawn to her large breasts.
Still, Kyra wouldn't take it lying down. "You bastard!" she cursed. Her hands shot forward, seizing Mara's own nipples in retaliation.
"Ahh… Stop it!" Mara yelped. Her playful assault ended at once. She released Kyra's breasts, pulling her hands back.
"Ha… ha…" Mara wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and adjusted her top. She turned to her son, but as her gaze swept over him, it snagged on the unmistakable bulge beneath the thin fabric of his coverings.
She regarded it with a casual air before turning her attention back to Kyra. "How long will he need to stay here?" Mara asked, her tone serious now.
"Don't worry," Kyra replied. "He should be ready to go home by morning. I just need to stay with him through the night to make sure I haven't missed any other injuries." She glanced toward Caleb, then quickly looked away, as if she hadn't noticed his condition at all.
At this point, Caleb was aware of nothing else. He was lost, consumed by a need that was about to crest. The sight of the two stunning women looking down at his erection, their expressions unconcerned, was the only catalyst he needed.
He still didn't understand the first thing about this world, but their shared, casual gaze was a permissive siren's call, and it was enough to make his body erupt.
With a guttural cry of "Ahhhh!" his body convulsed, a spasm of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, and a low groan tore from his throat.
Even through the overwhelming release, Caleb heard the frantic sound of footsteps as the two women rushed toward him, followed by the panicked voice of the woman who called herself his mother.
"Caleb, are you okay?" she asked, her eyes welling with tears.
Kyra looked just as concerned, reaching out to place a hand on his forehead. "Let me see what I can do to h—"
Before she could finish, Caleb cut her off with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'm okay," he said, gently removing her hand just as it began to emit a faint blue glow.
"Are you sure?" Kyra asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. Despite her doubt, she felt the familiar thrum of her power, ready to be called upon in this dire moment.
"Yes, I am… okay," Caleb insisted. He looked up at the two women whose dishevelled tops revealed a bare breast on each of them, a testament to their earlier scuffle.
As his gaze drifted lower, Caleb felt a sharp pang of disappointment. The shadows cast by their simple loincloths obscured everything below, hiding the tantalizing shapes he longed to see.
All he needed was a little more light to see the curve of each of them. If this kept up, he thought, he might actually go mad.
He had no idea how to explain that he'd just finished. Worse, to his astonishment, he was already growing hard again.
'What kind of body is this?' Caleb cried out in his mind.
Meanwhile, Kyra's eyes scanned Caleb's body, finally settling on the telltale evidence of his climax. She couldn't help but notice the damp patch spreading across his wrap. With a sudden sigh of relief, she nudged Mara, gesturing toward the obvious state he was in.
"Oh! And I was worried over nothing," Mara exclaimed, wiping the sweat from her own forehead. "How could I forget? You haven't had your first Ascent yet," she chuckled, the reason for Caleb's discomfort finally clicking into place.
Kyra's eyebrows rose in surprise. "So you mean?"
"Yes," Mara confirmed with a firm nod. "Young Caleb turns sixteen today. He was planning to prepare for his Ascent before awakening his gift. I have no idea what possessed him to do something so foolish, especially when he'd been planning this for days."
Kyra nodded in understanding, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "It's getting late. Why don't you head back to your hut? I'll take care of young Caleb and make sure he gets cleaned up before he sleeps."
Mara nodded and rose to her feet.
Caleb's eyes followed the simple cloth wrapped around her waist, which had ridden up and caught high on her thighs.
'Just a little more…' Since they'd seen the proof of his release, seen his erection, and dismissed it as something natural, Caleb felt a surge of daring. He craned his neck, trying to angle his head for a view between her parted legs.
"…It seems that even though he's forgotten his memories, he still remembers his mother." A wave of emotion crossed Mara's face as she noticed Caleb craning his neck toward the space between her legs.