The Return Of The Exiled Villain

Slurrp... chuup... mmmh~♡

Soft, wet sounds pulled Gray out of sleep.

His eyes opened slowly.

The morning light filtered through the curtains in thin lines across the bed.

For a second, his mind was still caught between the conversation from the night before and the present.

Then the warm, tight heat around his cock registered fully.

He looked down.

Lyra was between his legs, half-blonde hair falling forward as she took him deeper into her mouth.

Her lips were stretched around the shaft, cheeks slightly hollowed, eyes already lifted to meet his the moment she felt him wake.

"Pwa~"

She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice still husky from sleep and from what she was doing.

"You’ve woken up..."

A thin string of saliva connected her bottom lip to the head of his cock. She gave it a slow lick before continuing,

"You were already hard when I woke up," she said quietly, almost like she was sharing a secret.

"I felt it against me. So I thought... I would give you a pleasant surprise before I have to leave."

"Indeed, a pleasant surprise," Gray replied groggily, rubbing his eyes softly.

Lyra’s lips curved into a small, pleased smile at his words. The smile stayed as she leaned down again and took him back into her mouth.

"Chuup... slurrp... mmmh~♡"

She started slow.

Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock as she sank, taking him until the head brushed the back of her throat.

She held there for a moment, breathing through her nose, then pulled up with a long, wet suction that made a soft popping sound when she released him.

Instead of taking him straight back in, she turned her head and dragged the flat of her tongue along the side of his shaft from base to tip.

When she reached the head, she circled it once, twice, then dipped her tongue into the slit, tasting the precum that had already gathered there.

"Lick... mmmh... chu..."

Her hand joined in.

She wrapped her fingers around the lower half of his cock and stroked in short, tight twists while her mouth focused only on the sensitive head.

Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet morning room.

"Ugh..."

Gray’s fingers moved into her hair, softly stroking her strands.

Lyra seemed to like the contact.

"Humgh~" She made a small humming sound around him, and the vibration traveled straight down his length.

She changed approach again.

This time she took him deeper in one smooth motion, lips stretching wide, until her nose almost touched his abdomen.

Her throat fluttered around the head of his cock.

She stayed there longer than before, eyes watering slightly, before she pulled back with a wet gasp and a string of thick saliva that stretched from her lips to his cock.

"Glck... haah... slurrp...♡"

She did not wipe it away.

Instead she used the wetness, stroking him with both hands now while she caught her breath.

Her palms were slick.

She twisted them in opposite directions as they moved up and down, the soft schlick-schlick of the motion mixing with her quiet breathing.

When she leaned down again, she ignored the head at first.

"Muah... chu, mhm..."

She pressed open-mouthed kisses along the shaft, slow and deliberate, leaving shiny marks of saliva.

Then she took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently while her hand continued stroking the length above.

"Mmmh... chuup... lick..."

Gray’s hips moved slighly, as if adjusting to the pleasure.

Lyra noticed and looked up at him through her lashes, still holding him in her mouth.

The sight of her like that, with those sleepy eyes, swollen lips, half-blonde hair messy from the pillow, made the morning feel heavier.

She released him with a soft wet sound and spoke against the side of his cock.

"You can move if you want. I don’t mind."

Then she took him in again before he could answer.

This time her rhythm was different.

She bobbed her head in steady, medium strokes, taking a little more than half of him each time.

Her tongue never stopped moving.

On every upward pass she swirled it around the head; on every downward pass she pressed it firmly along the underside.

One hand stayed wrapped around the base, following the motion of her mouth so that no part of him was left untouched.

"Slurrp... slurrp... chuup... mmmh~♡"

After a while she slowed again and focused on the head alone.

She sealed her lips just beneath the ridge and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing deeply. At the same time, her tongue flicked rapidly against the sensitive spot underneath.

"Huff..."

The concentrated attention made Gray’s breath leave him in a low sound.

Lyra’s free hand rested on his thigh, fingers pressing lightly whenever she felt him throb.

She kept the tight suction for a long stretch, only breaking it to take a quick breath before returning to the same focused attention.

When she finally pulled off, her lips were shiny and red. She stroked him slowly with her hand while she spoke softly.

"I want to remember the way you taste... after all, it’s going to be a long time before I can do this again."

She leaned down and took him deep once more, this time moving faster.

Drip...

Saliva ran down the shaft and over her fingers, but she did not slow down.

Her head bobbed up and down, taking him as deep as she could manage without choking, then pulling back just enough to breathe before sinking down again.

Glck... slurrp... glck... mmmh~!♡

Then, Gray’s hand suddenly tightened in her hair.

"Lyra..."

"Mhump...!" She only hummed around him in answer, the vibration pushing him closer.

Her eyes stayed locked on his face as she took him deep again, cheeks hollowed, saliva running down the shaft and over her fingers.

The tension in his body peaked.

Spluuurt...!

Thick pulses of cum flooded her mouth.

Lyra’s eyes fluttered for a second, but she did not pull away.

She stayed sealed around him, throat working as she swallowed every spurt.

Her expression turned openly erotic, her lips stretched wide, brows slightly drawn together, a faint flush rising high on her cheeks while she dutifully drank him down.

A small, wet sound escaped her with each swallow.

"Gulp... mmmh... gulp...♡"

She kept her mouth on him until the last weaker pulses finished, then slowly pulled back.

A thin strand of saliva and cum connected her bottom lip to the tip of his cock for a moment before it broke.

"...Gulp!"

She swallowed one final time, licked her lips clean, and looked up at him with that same flushed, satisfied expression.

Her voice came out soft and a little hoarse.

"All of it..."

Gray looked down at her through half-lidded eyes, still catching his breath.

Lyra leaned in once more and gave the tip of his cock a slow, careful lick, cleaning away the last traces of saliva and cum.

He lifted his hand and stroked her cheek with his thumb, not caring about the wetness left on her skin.

Lyra leaned into the touch immediately, eyes soft, a small smile forming on her lips.

In that moment she looked like a single bright flower standing alone in a wide field of ordinary dandelions...

Delicate, distinct, and impossible to overlook.

At the same time, the image of his hand closing around her neck flashed unbidden through his mind.

"...I’ll miss you, Lyra."

The words left his mouth unconsciously.

For a second he did not even realize what was happening.

Tears welled up and slipped down his face before he could stop them.

He blinked, caught off guard by the sudden heat in his eyes. Lyra stared up at him in complete surprise... she had never seen him cry before.

Her own eyes filled almost at once.

Drip...

Tears fell onto the blanket as she climbed up and laid herself against his chest, burying her face against the side of his neck.

Her half-blonde hair spilled across his skin while she hid her expression from him. Soft, broken sounds left her as she spoke.

"I’ll... m-miss you too... a lot... really a lot. A lot..."

She kept whimpering the words against his neck.

Gray held Lyra for a long moment longer before he finally loosened his arms.

She pulled back just enough to look at his face. Her eyes were still red, but she forced a small smile.

"I have to go," she said quietly.

He nodded once.

They stood up together.

Lyra straightened her clothes with slow, careful movements while Gray watched her in silence.

When she was ready, she stepped close again and rested her forehead against his for a brief second.

"Don’t forget," she whispered.

"I won’t."

She gave him one last kiss, then turned and walked to the door.

Her attendant, a quiet woman in plain light blue robes who had been waiting outside the entire time, bowed slightly and fell into step beside her.

Lyra glanced back once more from the doorway.

Gray met her eyes without speaking.

She held the look for a second longer, then stepped out into the corridor. The door closed behind them with a soft click.

The room felt larger and emptier suddenly.

Gray stood still for a few seconds, listening to the fading footsteps.

When he was certain they had gone far enough, he tilted his head to the side and cracked his neck.

The warmth he had shown only moments earlier drained from his expression, leaving the usual cold calm in its place.

He walked to the window and looked down at the street. Lyra and her attendant were already moving toward a waiting carriage.

The attendant stayed half a step behind her, posture respectful but alert.

Gray’s eyes settled on the woman.

’...Jasmine.’

[I’m here.]

’That attendant...’

There was a short pause as Jasmine examined what he was seeing through his senses.

[...Divine Realm.]

Gray’s gaze remained fixed on the figure below.

’The Divine Realm, huh?’