18 A Warlocks First Step - The Oath

A witch's promise wasn't to be taken lightly.

Sigurd didn't expect it to be something that would end with words, but he was excited. 

The feeling of his magic changed when he acted towards his desires or became greedy for more. His magic would obey him like a little kitten, dancing around his body like a cat, rubbing her back against her owner's legs and cheek while purring.

'That's right... since I am the heir to greed. I shouldn't hold in my desires and be greedy!'

He could feel the magic inside his body showing him the way... the magic swirled, forming a dark green bead... it seemed like some kind of candy that swirled around his body before floating into his throat.

"Eva, do you swear to protect and stand beside me until we fulfil our goals? Never betraying or causing damage to my goals?" When Sigurd's voice sounded, she nodded before her arms dropped, stepping to face him.

"I, Eva Asteria, swear never to forsake you. To never damage your body or ruin your goals and desires. Until the day I die." 

Instantly, before he could comment on her last words, the energy in his throat surged wildly. He leaned forward, placing both hands on her shoulders. Eva didn't avoid his movements; stepping onto her tiptoes, she closed her cute eyes and grasped his waist with her hands.

Sigurd kissed Eva... he didn't know why.

'Her lips taste like blueberries and cream... why is it so delicious?'

This felt correct for the oath due to how his magic moved and the knowledge in his mind. The moment their lips touched, Eva's tongue parted them, and a bead of green flames shot up his throat and into her mouth.

"Mmmn..."

Eva didn't move, as a thick layer of scarlet hue appeared on her cheeks when his magic and tongue danced around hers for several minutes. Her hands grasped his waist tighter, even more tightly, when he ran his fingers down her sides to her cheeks.

'I can feel my magic spreading into her body... everything feels so soft.'

His magic seemed to seep into her flesh, settling into every bit of her body, like a snake reaching into the dark depths that nothing ever touched before...

Magic was an energy that humans could absorb through sex or the body and from other creatures or the world...

This type of oath was a normal contract when considering witches and their protectors, but the one performed by Sigurd was closer to making Eva familiar, meaning as long as she never betrayed him, she couldn't die. 

He created this familiar pact by mixing his magic into her body to fuse their magic, fates, and desires. The former water elemental magic took an emerald green form before turning black and settling into a dark purple water element, becoming more violent, sturdy, and powerful.

'Huh?!'

Eva's body grew weaker when their tongues danced, yet he noticed her body started changing slightly. Most of the changes were in her heart, magic and brain, which became the core of a witch, growing sharper and more mature.

However, her ears became slightly longer, and small blue crystals formed inside her eyes, shimmering beautifully as they amplified the original colour.

Eva's clothes were stuck to her skin by sweat, highlighting her big breasts and white skin. Her hair shone brighter, with a silky texture floating behind her like a cape.

When their lips parted, a bridge of thick saliva dripped down her chin as she stood in a daze, her hands still holding Sigurd's waist. "Thank you..." 

"What for?" Sigurd said, his lips curling into a smile as he stared at the beautiful woman before him.

"For helping me take my first step to becoming a witch," Eva said quietly, her scarlet cheeks telling Sigurd everything he needed to know. "I can feel the power of my magic now, the movements and sensation as it dances around my body... Not to mention, it feels like you are always with me."

She touched her chest, grasping his right hand with her left as he placed it over her heart.

"Can you feel how fast my chest is beating?" Sigurd didn't reply, enjoying the sensation of her soft flesh squished beneath his hand and her powerful, beating heart thumping against his palm. The feeling of her heart made him realise that his magic lingered inside, empowering hers and guiding it.

'Then I wonder what benefits I get from this pact...?'

He already felt a hunch because his magic increased slightly the moment they kissed as if it somehow increased when they formed their pact.

"Now I just need to grow stronger." She muttered before reaching out.

Eva grasped his right hand between hers before raising it to her face. She planted a light kiss on the back of his it. "Stronger than the present me... and enough to protect you from enemies." Eva's changes seemed quite drastic, but even during the earlier combat, she acted like this... 

'Maybe she now has the confidence to put those feelings into words?' Sigurd thought, turning his head to look at the moon floating in the distance. The colours seemed brighter now, the eerie crimson red and the shining silver appearing like two different beings...

"Sigurd?"

"Hmm?"

"Let's go hunting tomorrow. Like you said, the darkness is their territory, and we are not strong enough to attack them blindly yet." Eva's words were reasonable, so Sigurd nodded his head in agreement. 

"Yeah, we should create a foothold here and prepare for a long few days of hunting. I detected more wolves only watched in the distance today." Sigurd knew their hunting expedition would become the start of something special.

"We better rest then; we must recover our mana before setting off tomorrow," Eva said, gazing at the tent's entrance as she pulled Sigurd's hand inside. "Come, Master."

'Master?' Sigurd thought before laughing, entering the tent with Eva...

The room was still untouched, the blankets and pillows scattered about. After looking at them for a bit, a thick idea floated into Sigurd's mind, and a curious expression appeared. "Are we sleeping together?"

"Yes." Eva's answer was quick, and Sigurd knew he couldn't reject her proposal after forming their familiar contract. "Did you plan on sleeping like this from the start?"

"Y-Yes..." Sigurd could only smile wryly. Although she was attractive, he refused to have sex in this dangerous place, not while his power still seemed insignificant.

Eva blushed; she seemed aware of his thoughts before sitting on the blankets and pulling at his clothes. "You're dirty; it'll be difficult to sleep if you stay like this."

"Then... Can you help me undress?" He asked.

Eva blushed and nodded. She helped him remove his clothes and then focused on his hair, brushing through its long locks.

Sigurd sat in silence as she removed the blood and pieces of dirt from his hair; he could feel her care, lust and most vividly, her greed, that small desire to own him, to make him hers that she hid deep in her heart.

'Well, this is quite amusing. I never realised I could see people's greed like this.'

Since he wouldn't sleep with her, he granted another of her greedy desires and slept holding her from behind while naked.

The visions of her desire and greed increased in their vivid image in his mind, yet he was the master of all greed and resisted his avarice for this one night.

'If only those wolves were not so close, observing us...' Sigurd lamented.