Aiden's eyes snapped open to a world of pain and filth. His head throbbed like he'd been hit by a truck—which, in a way, he had. The last thing he remembered was Alex's life: binge-reading The Chronicles of Elysara for the umpteenth time, then stepping out for ramen, only for a delivery van to smear him across the pavement. Now, he was... here? Sprawled in a muddy ditch, rain pelting his face, wearing ragged tunic and breeches that itched against unfamiliar skin.
He sat up, heart racing. His hands—smaller, calloused from labor, not keyboard taps—pushed through sodden brown hair. A quick glance down confirmed it: scrawny teenage body, maybe sixteen, with a faint scar on his forearm he didn't recognize. Panic clawed at him until fragmented memories flooded in—not his, but this kid's. Aiden. Orphan apprentice in Willowbrook Village, from chapter three of the novel. The one who gets eaten by goblins in chapter five. Shit.
"This can't be real," he muttered, voice cracking higher than expected. But the cold seeped into his bones, the distant howl of wolves too vivid for a dream. He was isekai'd. Reincarnated. And if the timeline held, those goblins raided tonight. He had hours, maybe less, to not die like cannon fodder.
Scrambling out of the ditch, Aiden oriented himself. Willowbrook lay a mile east, a cluster of thatched huts in Elysara's borderlands—low-magic backwater where peasants toiled under feudal lords. In the book, Aiden's master, old herbalist Mira, sent him foraging for rare glowcap mushrooms. He'd found them, alright, but stumbled into the goblin nest on the way back. No hero to save him here; the novel's protagonist, Prince Elarion, didn't arrive for another arc.
Aiden's mind raced through the plot. He knew every twist: the academy's secret societies, the dragon wars, the goddess's betrayal. If he played smart, he could hijack the story. But first, survival. His body felt weak—no gamer stats, just aching limbs—but a flicker of something stirred inside, like static under his skin. Mana? In the novel, commoners rarely awakened it, but maybe his soul from Earth changed that.
He trudged toward the village, mud sucking at his boots. The path wound through dense woods, twilight shadows lengthening. As he crested a hill, Willowbrook came into view: flickering torchlights, the mill's creak, and the tavern's raucous laughter. Relief hit him, but it soured fast. Smoke rose from the herbalist's hut on the outskirts—Mira's place. Too late?
No. He sprinted, lungs burning. Bursting through the doorless frame, he found chaos. Mira lay slumped against the wall, throat slit, her apothecary shelves smashed. And there, rummaging through a chest, was Lira—the village baker's daughter, twenty and curvaceous, with wild auburn curls and freckles dusting her ample cleavage. In the book, she was a minor flirt, bedding travelers for coin. But tonight, she'd come to Mira for a love potion, only to witness the goblin scout's attack.
Lira spun at his entrance, eyes wide with terror, a bloody knife in her hand—the goblin's, he realized. Her simple wool dress clung wet from the rain, nipples poking through the fabric like invitations. "Aiden? Gods, you're alive! The green-skins... one got in, killed Mira. I stabbed it, but more are coming—I heard their chatter in the woods."
Aiden's pulse thrummed, not just from fear. Knowledge surged: goblins in Elysara were feral, pack-driven, with a twisted lust for human females. They'd drag Lira off for breeding if he didn't act. But opportunity knocked too. In the novel's lore, first mana awakenings often tied to life-or-death emotions—or intense physical bonds. Sex magic wasn't explicit in the book, but Aiden's meta-insight pieced it together: Aether Bonds, hidden in appendices, amplified power through shared climaxes.
"We hide," he said, grabbing her arm. Her skin was soft, warm contrast to the chill. "The cellar. Barricade it."
They ducked into the root cellar, a damp pit under the floorboards. Aiden dragged a crate over the hatch, heart hammering as distant yips echoed—goblins closing in. Darkness enveloped them, Lira's breath hot against his neck. "Aiden, I'm scared," she whispered, pressing closer. Her breasts squished against his chest, the scent of her fear-sweat mixing with something sweeter, aroused maybe? Adrenaline did that.
"Me too," he lied, mind whirring. The goblins would burn the hut, but the cellar's stone walls might hold. Hours trapped here. His body, young and pent-up, stirred at her proximity. Alex had been celibate for months; Aiden's hormones hit like a freight train. "Lira, you trust me?"
She nodded in the gloom, her hand finding his thigh. "Mira said you were clever. What do we do?"
Survive. And awaken. Aiden turned, cupping her face. His lips crashed onto hers, rough and desperate. She stiffened, then melted, tongue darting out to meet his. It wasn't gentle; he nipped her lower lip, drawing a gasp. Hands roamed—his under her dress, palming her heavy tits, thumbs circling the stiff peaks until she moaned into his mouth.
"Aiden... what—" But she didn't pull away. Instead, she yanked at his breeches, freeing his cock. It sprang hard, veined and throbbing, bigger than he expected in this body. Lira wrapped her fingers around it, stroking firm from base to tip, pre-cum slicking her palm.
"No time for talk," he growled, echoing novel heroes' bravado. He shoved her against the wall, hiking her dress to her waist. No undergarments—peasant practicality. Her pussy was bare, lips swollen and wet, a trimmed patch of curls above. He dropped to his knees, burying his face between her thighs. Tongue lapped at her folds, tasting salt and musk. She bucked, fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked her clit, teeth grazing just enough to make her yelp.
"Oh gods, yes—lick me harder," Lira panted, grinding against his mouth. He obliged, thrusting two fingers into her tight heat, curling them to hit that spot inside. Her walls clenched, juices coating his chin. The air thickened with her whimpers, the goblins' distant snarls fading under the wet sounds of his feast.
But power built too—a warm pulse in his core, mana uncoiling like a serpent. He felt it: Aether stirring, feeding on her arousal. Rising, Aiden spun her around, bending her over a crate. Her ass cheeks parted invitingly, pussy dripping down her thighs. He slapped her right globe, watching it jiggle red. "Spread for me," he commanded, voice deeper, authoritative.
Lira obeyed, reaching back to pull her lips apart. Aiden gripped his cock, rubbing the head along her slit before slamming in. No easing; he buried to the hilt in one thrust, her cunt gripping him like a vice. She cried out, the sound muffled against her arm. He fucked her hard, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit with each plunge. The cellar shook with their rhythm—wet smacks, her ass rippling under his palms as he squeezed bruises into her flesh.
"Fuck, you're so big—deeper!" Lira begged, pushing back. Aiden tangled a hand in her curls, yanking her head up to arch her back. His other hand snaked around, pinching her nipple until she sobbed pleasure. Mana surged now, visible as faint blue glows on their skin where they connected. Each thrust channeled it, strengthening his strikes, heightening her spasms.
He pulled out suddenly, cock glistening. "On your knees. Suck it." She dropped, mouth watering for him. Lips stretched around his girth, she took him deep, throat convulsing as he hit the back. Aiden face-fucked her, holding her head steady, saliva dripping from her chin onto her heaving tits. Gagging sounds filled the space, her eyes watering up at him—submissive, eager.
The bond clicked. Aether flooded them both. Aiden felt knowledge pour in: basic spells, herbal lore from Mira's mind via the connection. Lira shuddered, her body igniting with latent magic—a healer's gift, amplified.
He hauled her up, flipping her to face him. Legs wrapped his waist as he impaled her again, this time slower, grinding deep. Her nails raked his back, drawing blood. "Cum in me—please," she gasped. Aiden pounded relentlessly, the pressure building until he exploded, hot spurts filling her pussy, overflowing down her legs. She followed, walls milking him, a scream tearing from her throat.
They collapsed, panting, the glow fading. Outside, goblin howls peaked then receded—dawn neared, raid called off? Aiden's mind sharpened; he knew a hiding spot from the book. But more: Lira was his now, bonded. "We're leaving this village," he said, kissing her bruised lips. "Together. I'll make us strong."
As they emerged into morning light, ashes of the hut smoldering, Aiden grinned. The novel was his to rewrite—one fuck at a time. But shadows stirred in the woods—survivors? The real adventure, and more conquests, awaited.