Chapter 18: Triple Intimacy
The light flickered on the stone walls, casting thick shadows, as if the flames were curious fingers exploring every corner. The air was heavy with heat and something undefinable—a scent of nervousness, raw expectation, of desire so dense it felt like it could be cut with a knife.
Kaela stretched out on the mattress, her hips arched as if offering her body to her own lust. Her warm skin glistened with moisture, her rapid breathing causing her breasts to rise and fall in a rhythm that was pure promise. She wasn’t afraid of being watched—the slitted amber eyes sparkled in the flickering lamplight, predatory, amused, hungry.
"Kaela wants. Kaela commands. Kaela does," she thought, savoring the power in the atmosphere.
Beside her, Nyssa trembled.
The translucent body wavered in an almost human form, the dense slime reorganizing to display soft feminine contours, yet full enough to invite caresses. She held the crumpled cloak against her chest, her partially formed face—cheeks flushed with color as if blushing beyond the limits of logic.
"I can’t... I don’t know..."
Her thought was a muffled lament, the moist sound of her body delivering little plops and crackles as she moved, uncomfortable.
Kaela turned her face to her, eyes half-closed, lips curling into a smile that was half invitation, half command.
"Softie... don’t think too much. Feel."
The voice came out deep, drawn out, the words with that unmistakable yet wrong way of Kaela: intimidating, yet seductive.
Nyssa moaned softly, the sound vibrating moistly, her hands trembling as the cloak slipped.
Eren watched everything.