LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe - Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Tribal Constraint / R18
Lyerin’s eyes bore into Sophia’s, a smoldering intensity simmering beneath his calm exterior.

He could feel her every breath, sense the turmoil brewing within her. Her body was tense, every muscle wound tight as if ready to spring away at the slightest provocation. But she didn’t move.

She remained in his arms, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

Although it might have seemed like Lyerin was being driven purely by some primal urge, he was acutely aware of everything that was happening.

His mind was clear, every thought deliberate.

He knew exactly what Sophia was feeling—her confusion, her fear, and the strange pull she felt toward him despite her better judgment.

Lyerin was no stranger to such situations; in fact, he was more than prepared for them.

After all, he had lived for a hundred thousand years, accumulating knowledge and experience that no ordinary human could even fathom.

The system’s mission rang in his mind, reminding him of the task at hand.

It had given him a clear directive: show leadership, even in seduction.

Rape, manipulation, and control were forbidden.

The mission wasn’t just about achieving a goal; it was about maintaining a delicate balance of power and respect.

It was about mastering the art of leadership, which extended even to moments like this.

To someone as seasoned as Lyerin, it wasn’t a challenge; it was an opportunity to demonstrate the kind of man he was.

He knew that men in a woman’s life could be categorized into three types:

Followers, Invaders, and Leaders.

Followers were the ones who waited passively, always seeking permission and fearing conflict.

They were dependable, but their subservience often led to them being looked down upon by women.

In modern terms, they were often labeled as “beta males.”

Invaders, on the other hand, took what they wanted by force, disregarding a woman’s feelings or autonomy. They were the ones who killed the men and sons of other tribes, claiming their women as trophies of conquest.

These men might be attractive to women at first because of their aggressive confidence, but their lack of respect and empathy often led to fear and resentment.

But then there were Leaders, the type the system demanded Lyerin to embody.

Leaders were respectful but firm.

They knew what was best for themselves and those who depended on them, and they acted decisively.

They didn’t need to dominate through fear or control; their strength lay in their confidence and their ability to protect and guide others.

Women were drawn to leaders because they offered security without stripping away dignity, love without subjugation.

Lyerin understood this dynamic intimately.

That’s why, even though he could have easily taken what he wanted from Sophia at this moment, he held back.

It wasn’t about force or submission; it was about connection, about drawing her to him of her own free will. He needed her to see the leader in him, to feel it, and to want it.

This was a delicate dance, one that required patience and finesse, and Lyerin was more than equipped to perform it.

His thoughts raced, the urgency of the situation pushing him to act swiftly, but with control. “Fast, fast, fast,” he muttered under his breath, though his expression remained calm and serious.

He needed to leave soon, to take care of the many threats and responsibilities waiting for him. But first, there was Sophia, and the mission demanded that he handle this with the utmost care.

Sophia’s voice trembled as she finally found the courage to speak. “But you have Corora… and I have a boyfriend,” she stammered, the words spilling out as if she needed to remind herself of the facts, to ground herself in reality.

“I know,” Lyerin responded, his voice steady and firm, showing none of the internal conflict he was managing.

He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from hers. His breath mingled with hers, and he could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the war raging within her between her loyalty to her boyfriend and the inexplicable attraction she felt toward Lyerin.

Lyerin’s next words were soft, barely above a whisper, but they carried the weight of his intent. “Push me away if you don’t feel like it.”

He was giving her a choice, a chance to stop this if she truly didn’t want it.

This was the essence of leadership—offering a path, but allowing her the freedom to decide.

But Sophia didn’t push him away.

Instead, she hesitated, her body betraying her as she leaned slightly into him, her lips parting in anticipation.

The tension between them was palpable, a living thing that thrummed with every heartbeat, every shallow breath.

She wanted to resist, to stay true to her boyfriend, but the pull was too strong.

The way Lyerin looked at her, the way he made her feel—like she was the only woman in the world—was too powerful to ignore.

She craved it! She wanted it!

The moment stretched on, and Lyerin waited patiently, his gaze never wavering from hers.

He could see the decision forming in her eyes, the internal battle giving way to the undeniable attraction she felt. And then, with a sudden resolve, Sophia closed the gap between them, pressing her lips against his in a kiss that was both desperate and yielding.

Lyerin responded immediately, his arms tightening around her as he deepened the kiss.

It was a kiss that spoke of more than just desire; it was a claiming, a merging of their wills. He had succeeded in drawing her to him, not through force, but through the quiet strength and leadership that he exuded. And Sophia, in that moment, surrendered to it completely.

As the kiss intensified, Sophia’s hands moved of their own accord, reaching up to touch Lyerin’s face, his chest, exploring the hard lines of his body.

She felt like she was losing herself in him, in the way he made her feel both safe and wildly alive at the same time.

The world outside of this moment faded into nothingness, leaving only the two of them, locked in an embrace that felt inevitable.

And then, with a suddenness that surprised even her, Sophia began to undo her own clothing.

The act was both a submission and a declaration, a sign that she was willingly giving herself to him, not because she was forced, but because she wanted to.

The cool air of the night brushed against her skin as she shed her clothes, but all she could feel was the heat radiating from Lyerin, drawing her closer, pulling her deeper into the vortex of their shared desire.

Lyerin watched her, his expression a mixture of triumph and admiration.

This was what it meant to be a leader—to inspire loyalty and desire through respect and strength, not through fear or domination.

Sophia was his now, in both body and spirit, and she had come to him willingly, drawn by the magnetic force of his presence.

The scene around them seemed to dissolve as they became lost in each other, the rest of the world slipping away as they gave in to the moment.

Lyerin’s hands roamed over Sophia’s body, his touch firm but gentle, guiding her, leading her deeper into the experience. And Sophia, her resistance completely melted away, followed him, her body responding to his every move with a fervor that surprised even her.

This was more than just a physical connection; it was a joining of two souls, bound by the unspoken understanding that had grown between them.

Lyerin had proven himself a leader, not just in battle, but in this most intimate of moments. And Sophia, in giving herself to him, had acknowledged that leadership had chosen to follow him not out of fear, but out of respect and desire.

Suddenly, Lyerin’s would glint, ‘This girl is easy,’ he thought.