Chapter 20: Oral Pleasure (R-18)
Lira’s breath hitched as she pushed herself up from the sweaty, crumpled blanket, her body still trembling from everything Lucas had already done to her. She didn’t care about modesty anymore—whatever scraps of it she’d clung to were long gone. Her hands moved fast, shaky but determined, peeling off the last soggy bit of her undergarment, that thin white cloth clinging to her skin like a second layer. It hit the floor with a wet little slap, and she barely spared it a glance. Her eyes were on Lucas now, locked on that bulge she’d felt under his robe, and she wasn’t stopping there. She reached out, her fingers fumbling at the rough fabric of his robe, tugging it up and over his shoulders with a grace she didn’t even know she had. He helped her, shrugging it off, and it fell in a heap beside her soaked cloth. There they were—both of them stark naked, the warm air of the room brushing against their bare skin. She could feel her cheeks burning, but she didn’t look away.
"He’s... gorgeous," she thought, her gaze darting over the hard lines of his chest, the way his muscles shifted as he moved. And then there was that cock of his, standing proud, and her stomach flipped all over again.
Lucas didn’t give her much time to stare. He stepped closer, his hands sliding under her thighs, and before she could catch her breath, he scooped her up like she weighed nothing. Her arms flailed for a second, grabbing at his shoulders, and she let out a startled little yelp that turned into a laugh.
"He’s so strong," she thought, her heart racing as he carried her across the room. His grip was firm but gentle, his palms warm against her skin, and he laid her down on the bed with a care that made her chest ache. The mattress creaked under her, soft and cool against her back, a sharp contrast to the heat still buzzing through her. She propped herself up on her elbows, her dark hair spilling messy over the pillow, and now she had a clear, unobstructed view of him—of that big cock she’d only just touched. It loomed in front of her, thick and hard, and a shiver ran down her spine.
"That’s... that’s going to enter me?" she thought, her mind spinning. Fear prickled at her, sharp and quick—"It’s so big, how’s it gonna fit?"—but it tangled up with excitement, a wild, giddy rush that made her thighs press together. "I want it," she admitted to herself, biting her lip. "I’m scared, but I want it."
Lucas caught the look in her eyes, that mix of nerves and hunger, and it stoked the fire already burning in him. She’s ready, he thought, his hands itching to touch her again. He didn’t waste time overthinking it—hesitation wasn’t his style. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and dragged her gently to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side. She slid across the sheets with a little gasp, her hands clutching at the blanket for balance, and he dropped to his knees between her thighs. Her pussy was right there in front of him now, pink and glistening, so wet it practically shone in the dim light of the room.
"Beautiful," he thought, his mouth watering at the sight. He could feel the rich Yin energy pulsing from it, thick and heavy, calling to him like a damn siren song. He didn’t bother teasing her with his fingers this time—he went straight in with his tongue, pressing it flat against her, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up her slit.
"Awn!" A sharp, jagged moan tore out of Lira’s throat, loud enough to bounce off the walls. Her whole body jolted, her hips bucking up toward his mouth before she could stop herself.
"Oh gods, oh gods," she thought, her head tipping back as pleasure slammed into her like a fist. She slapped one hand down on his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, gripping tight like she needed something to hold onto or she’d fall apart. Her other hand scrabbled at the blanket, bunching it up in her fist, knuckles white from the effort. His tongue was relentless, hot and wet, flicking over her clit and then dipping lower, and it was too much—too good.
"He’s eating me alive," she thought, a frantic little whimper slipping out. Every lick sent sparks shooting up her spine, her legs trembling on either side of his head, and she couldn’t keep still, couldn’t stop the way her hips rocked against him, chasing more.
Lucas groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her pussy and making her gasp again. "She tastes so damn good," he thought, his tongue working faster now, lapping at her like he couldn’t get enough. Her juices coated his lips, slick and sweet, and the Yin energy poured into him with every swipe, flooding his mouth and sinking deep into his core. He could feel it—warm and electric, pooling in his dantian, threading through his meridians like liquid fire. "This is what I need," he thought, his hands tightening on her thighs, holding her open as she squirmed. He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, and her moan turned into a cry, high and desperate. Her fingers yanked at his hair, sharp little tugs that stung but only spurred him on. She’s losing it, he thought, grinning against her skin. He kept eating her out, relentless, drinking in every drop of her, every pulse of that rich energy she was giving him.