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.
Lira's mind was a mess, scrambled and hazy, drowning in the feel of his mouth on her. I can't… I can't take this, she thought, but her body begged to differ, arching up into him like it had a mind of its own. Her pussy throbbed under his tongue, wetter by the second, and she could feel herself leaking, dripping down onto the sheets. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, building up so fast it scared her a little. "Master…" she stammered, her voice breaking, not even sure what she was trying to say. Her hand in his hair tightened, pulling him closer even as her other hand clawed at the blanket, the fabric twisting under her grip. He's too good at this, she thought, her thighs shaking uncontrollably now. Every flick of his tongue pushed her higher, closer to some edge she couldn't see but could feel rushing toward her. She wanted to scream, wanted to beg, but all that came out were those sharp, needy moans, spilling out of her like they were the only language she had left.
Lucas didn't let up, his tongue diving deeper, tasting every inch of her he could reach. Her pussy juice kept coming, slick and endless, and he swallowed it down, greedy for more. The Yin energy was a torrent now, surging into him, lighting up his whole body until he felt like he was glowing from the inside out. "She's giving me everything," he thought, his chest swelling with something like pride. He flicked his tongue faster, teasing her clit with quick, hard strokes, and her cries got louder, wilder. Her hips jerked against his face, smearing her wetness across his chin, and he didn't care—he loved it, loved how shameless she'd gotten, how she was falling apart under him. "That's it, Lira," he mumbled against her, the words muffled but rough, and he sucked harder, determined to push her over that edge and take all she had to give.
After what felt like forever, Lucas finally pulled back from her, his breath ragged and his face slick with her juices. He stood up slow, his knees creaking a little from crouching so long, and Lira's eyes snapped to him, wide and hazy. His big cock was right there, throbbing with every beat of his heart, standing tall and proud like it had a life of its own. She couldn't look away, her chest heaving as she watched it pulse, the tip glistening in the dim light of the room.
"Gods, it's huge," she thought, her mouth dry despite how wet everything else felt. She shifted on the bed, the sheets sticking to her sweaty skin as she moved, propping herself up on her knees. Her legs wobbled a bit, still shaky from what he'd just done to her, but she didn't care—she wanted to be closer to him, to that massive thing he was packing. Her hair was a tangled mess, falling in her face, and she shoved it back with a trembling hand.
"My Lord…" she started, her voice hoarse and cracking a little, "you make me feel so good… and your cock—it's bigger than any I've ever seen." The words tumbled out clumsy, her tongue tripping over them, and she blushed hard, realizing how blunt she'd sounded. "Did I really just say that?" she thought, mortified for a split second, but Lucas just smiled—a slow, lazy grin that made her stomach flip all over again. He didn't say anything, just stood there, letting her stare, and that confidence of his only made her bolder. Her hand shot out, almost on its own, wrapping around his cock again. It was hot under her fingers, thick and heavy, and she marveled at it for a heartbeat before something wild took over. She leaned in, her lips parting, and started sucking him right then and there.
"What am I doing?" she thought, stunned at herself even as her mouth closed around him. She'd never done this before—never even thought about it—but here she was, going for it like she'd known how all along.
Her mouth barely fit around him, his size stretching her lips wide, and she fumbled at first, unsure how to move. She sucked hard, her tongue pressing awkward against the underside, tasting salt and heat.
"It's so big," she thought again, her jaw aching already, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. Lucas groaned above her, a low, rough sound that sent a thrill down her spine, and it egged her on. She kept sucking, bobbing her head a little, sloppy and unpracticed, but he didn't seem to mind. He likes it, she realized, glancing up at him through her lashes. His eyes were half-closed, his jaw tight, and he was enjoying every damn second of it—she could tell. Her hands gripped his thighs for balance, fingers digging into the muscle, and she kept going, her mouth working that big dragon of his like it was all she'd ever wanted to do.
Lucas was in heaven, his head tipping back as her warm, wet mouth slid over him. She's a natural, he thought, a grin tugging at his lips even as his breath hitched. She was messy, sure—her saliva was everywhere, dripping down his cock, pooling at the base, even trickling onto the sheets below—but that just made it hotter. He reached down, his hands finding her head, fingers threading through her messy hair. He didn't push, just held her there, guiding her a little as she sucked him off. Then, on a whim, he focused inward, pulling a thread of Yang energy from his core. It sparked through him, hot and bright, and he let it flow down, infusing it into his cock and out into her mouth. She jolted, a muffled squeak vibrating against him, and he felt her shake, her whole body trembling for a second.
"That got her," he thought, smirking. But she didn't pull back—she kept sucking, harder now, like the surge had lit something up in her.
Lira felt it hit her, that sudden rush of energy flooding her mouth, sharp and electric. "What the hell was that?" she thought, her mind reeling as it shook her down to her bones. It was intense, almost too much, but it felt good—like a jolt of heat that made her want more. Her mouth was full of him, her lips stretched tight, and now his cock was dripping wet, her spit sliding down the shaft, making a mess of everything. She didn't care. She kept going, sucking and licking, her tongue fumbling but eager. Her hands clutched at him, one sliding up to grip the base of his cock, steadying it as she worked. He's so hard, she thought, dazed, her jaw sore but her body buzzing. The wet sounds filled the room, loud and sloppy, and she could feel the sheets under her knees getting damp from the drips.
Lucas groaned again, his fingers tightening in her hair. "She's killing me," he thought, his hips twitching forward just a little, not enough to choke her but enough to feel more of that sweet, clumsy mouth. Her saliva coated him, slick and warm, and he could see it glistening, dripping down onto the bed in little shiny streaks. The Yang energy he'd given her was mixing with her own Yin now, swirling back into him through her touch, and it was like a feedback loop—every suck pulled more of it into his core, making his pulse race. "Lira…" he rasped, his voice rough and thick, She hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight through him, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from losing it right then. First time, and she's already got me on edge, he thought, half-laughing to himself. Her mouth was a mess, her lips swollen and shiny, and he couldn't get enough of it.