The Extra is a Cult Leader
Chapter 38: Soulmate

Chapter 38: Soulmate

The hall was silent, lit only by the runes on the altar. The princess’s breath hitched; her hands lifted, as if to push him away... but stopped halfway, closing instead behind his back in an embrace.

She wanted to resist. She couldn’t.

Ethan deepened the kiss, tasting her soft lips, claiming the space she’d never thought to yield to anyone. Every attempt she made to catch her breath died against him, replaced by quiet, broken moans.

When he finally pulled his lips away, it was only enough to whisper in her ear: "Turn around."

The order, spoken in a husky voice, made the princess blush. For a moment, she hesitated and Ethan saw the spark of defiance in her eyes. But it was faint, barely there. She obeyed, placing her trembling hands on the altar.

Ethan smiled, satisfied. His hands traced the delicate line of her back, sliding down to the clasp of her dress. Slowly, he undid it, feeling the soft skin shiver under his touch. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing pale, delicate curves.

The princess bit her lip, face flushed, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Ethan..." she began, her voice unsteady.

He didn’t answer. His fingers trailed down her shoulders, lower, until they reached her waist. He squeezed lightly, feeling her body tremble under his hands.

She still wanted to seem in control. But the heat rising in her body was undeniable.

Ethan leaned in, brushing his lips against the nape of her neck.

"Look at me," he ordered softly, gently moving her hair aside.

She turned her face, their eyes meeting. And in that moment, Ethan didn’t see the cold princess. He saw only a woman, vulnerable, hungry for something she couldn’t name.

He entered her slowly, firmly. Her body arched, hands gripping the altar, a low moan escaping her lips before she could stop it.

"That’s right," Ethan murmured, his hands steady on her hips, controlling the rhythm. "Let me hear you."

The princess tried to hold back her voice, but every thrust forced out a rough, almost desperate sound. Her hair fell forward, swaying with each movement.

Ethan leaned closer, his mouth near her ear. "You like it, don’t you?"

She shook her head in a weak protest no one would believe. But her body said otherwise: trembling thighs, heat spilling across every inch of her skin.

"Say it," his voice was soft, yet edged with command.

"Y... yes..." she gasped out in a whisper, her empty eyes now shining with desire.

Satisfied, Ethan quickened the pace, feeling her heat wrap around every movement. Their breathing grew heavier, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the empty hall. When she moaned louder, body shaking, Ethan knew she was becoming completely his.

And this was only the first part of what he had planned.

The rhythmic sound of heavy breaths filled the hall, lit by the soft glow of the altar’s runes. The princess, still leaning on it, felt her legs weakening more with every thrust. Her knees trembled, her hands nearly slipping from the cold stone, but Ethan didn’t let her fall.

He held her firmly, one hand on her waist, the other sliding slowly down her back until it found her left breast, squeezing it just hard enough to pull a rough gasp from her throat.

"Don’t faint," he murmured, voice husky and low, almost a growl.

She shook her head, hair sticking to sweat-damp skin. She tried to resist, but the pleasure was too strong, shattering the empty expression she always wore. Every thrust from Ethan was a brutal reminder of who was in control here.

The golden threads of domination magic Ethan wove around her soul pulsed like a second heartbeat. The princess couldn’t see them, but she felt them. And even without fully understanding, she wanted it more than her throne.

"Ethan..." her voice cracked, trembling. She had never said his name like that before: not as an order, but as a plea.

He leaned in, pressing his body against hers. "Louder, he demanded."

"Ethan!" it came out almost as a moan, her breathing breaking into sobs of pleasure.

He bit lightly at the soft skin on her nape, leaving red marks.

"That’s how I like it," he whispered against her ear." Now tell me who you serve."

The silence lasted only a second. The princess was panting, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, pride warring with desire. Until she gave in.

"You..." her voice was hoarse, barely audible. "I serve you, Ethan."

His smile was slow, satisfied. Ethan intensified the rhythm, each thrust echoing through the empty hall like a proclamation.

The princess writhed, trying to hold back, but he showed no mercy. Her body reacted as if it had waited for this her entire life.

"Exactly..." he said through gritted teeth. "That’s how it should be."

She moaned louder now, unable to keep her voice down. Her hips moved on their own, seeking more of him.

Ethan turned her around, pulling her against his chest. He kissed her again, claiming even her last breath.

Her eyes were glazed, almost tearful, not from pain, but from sheer pleasure.

He lifted her chin with his free hand, forcing her to look at him. "Who’s in charge here?"

"You... Ethan..." The words came out between ragged breaths of pleasure, but clear. "Only you..."

The answer made his blood boil. He laid her on the altar, their bodies pressed close, breathing ragged. His hand slid down her thigh, pulling her even closer as he kept going, deeper, harder.

She gasped, lips parted, moans echoing against the stone walls. Their heat spread like an invisible mist, blurring where one ended and the other began.

At the peak, Ethan leaned in, his mouth almost brushing hers. "I’ll expand everything you built," he whispered, voice so low it sounded like a spell. "But now it’ll be for me."

The princess could only nod, eyes half-closed, her whole body trembling.

"Yes... Ethan..."

In the moment she lost herself to pleasure, Ethan completed the circle of domination magic around her soul, deepening her feelings for him even more.

He drew in a deep breath, still inside her, feeling the warm pulse of victory. The princess, sweaty, vulnerable, completely his, only whispered one last time:

"Ethan..."

In the silence that followed, he knew he had won far more than her body.

And from that moment on, he would be the most important person in her life.