Chapter 112: clothes
Their clothes came off between breaths—her bra unhooked, breasts spilling free, nipples hard and rosy; his briefs tugged down, cock springing free, thick and ready—each piece falling to the dusty floor, their bodies bare and trembling in the circle’s glow.
The circle pulsed beneath them like a heartbeat, its faint sigils etched into the stone floor shimmering with a soft, pink light, as if the magic itself was alive, feeding on their heat.
Lor’s cock brushed her stomach—hard, throbbing, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip—and Kiara looked down, a flicker of wickedness sparking in her icy blue eyes.
"Let’s see if you’re as good with that as you are with spells," she murmured, dropping to her knees with a slow, sensual grace, her full breasts swaying as she settled, her plush thighs spreading slightly to balance herself.
Lor’s breath hitched, his hazel eyes darkening as he watched her, his cock twitching at the sight of her lips so close, her spicy perfume filling the air.
But before she could lean in, he caught her shoulders, gently guiding her up, his voice low and thick with need.
"Not here," he said, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her close. "I want you properly."
Kiara’s smirk widened, her eyes glinting with challenge as she pressed her naked body against his, her full breasts flattening against his chest, nipples grazing his skin.
"Then take me," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, her pussy already damp against his thigh.
Lor laid her down gently on the old wooden floor.