Chapter 476: The Serpent’s Fang and the Velvet Coil (End)
Alicia’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her silver-gray eyes locked on Lyan’s storm-gray gaze. His voice was a low, commanding rumble, warm and steady, yet carrying a quiet intensity that sent a shiver racing down her spine.
"Alice. Come here."
Her petite, slender form trembled, but her steps were firm, measured. Unlike Josephine’s curvaceous, mature body, and Wilhelmina’s well-proportioned elegance, Alicia was small and delicate, her pale, porcelain skin and silver-blonde hair giving her a doll-like appearance. Yet beneath that cute, composed exterior burned a fierce, brilliant mind—the strategist of the Valkyries Mythril-ranked mercenary party, known as the "Small General."
But right now, the famous "Small General" was not her usual composed, calculating self. Her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling, a faint blush painting her pale cheeks. Her small, delicate hands moved with a slight, trembling urgency, pulling at the ties of her uniform, slipping out of the soft, silken fabric. Her slender, modest figure stood exposed, her pale, flawless skin kissed by the warm glow of the lantern light.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him—off the thick, throbbing length between his powerful thighs. Even though she had experienced this before, it had been so long... too long. A faint, nervous shudder raced through her, a mix of excitement and fear tightening in her chest. Her thighs rubbed together instinctively, a soft, warm heat pooling low in her belly.
Her delicate fingers traced the hard, sculpted muscles of his chest, and without a word, she climbed onto his lap, her soft, slender form settling against him. The thick, pulsing heat pressed against her slick, trembling entrance, a gasp slipping free of her lips.
It was too big. Even though she had taken it before, the overwhelming size pressing against her soft, petite body sent a wild, desperate thrill racing through her. Her small hands gripped his shoulders, her silver-gray eyes wide, her breaths coming faster.
"Alice..." Lyan’s voice was a low, soothing whisper. "Calm down. Just look at me."
Her gaze met his—those storm-gray eyes, steady, fierce, filled with a quiet, reassuring strength. He was the only one who had ever seen her like this—the composed, brilliant strategist reduced to a trembling, breathless girl, her cool, calculating demeanor shattered beneath the overwhelming, searing heat of desire.
Her soft, pale lips met his, a gentle, hesitant kiss at first. Her kisses were different—stiff, calculated, as though she was trying to maintain control. But as their lips danced, as his warm, skillful tongue teased against hers, she melted. The quiet, reserved general became something else—hungry, desperate, her cute, pink tongue swirling, twisting with his, tasting, devouring his heated breath.
"Mmnn... slrp... mmm... SLRP..."