Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 23: Beg me

Chapter 23: Beg me

Syrla’s skin tingled as Alex’s lips pressed against her neck, the sudden shift from their earlier kiss sending a million bolts of electricity surging through her body.

She gasped loudly, the sound sharp and unrestrained, echoing off the stone walls.

"Ohh!" The exclamation slipped from her lips, raw and unguarded, her voice trembling with the intensity of the sensation.

Her pulse raced beneath his touch, a frantic drumbeat she couldn’t control.

Alex smiled to himself, the curve of his lips brushing her skin as he registered her reaction.

The sound of her gasps fueled him, a quiet triumph sparking in his chest.

He loved this, drawing out her responses, watching her unravel beneath his careful attention.

He continued sucking on her neck, the warm pressure of his mouth steady and deliberate, then switched things up with a sudden bite.

His teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to send a jolt of heat spiraling through her.

Syrla’s eyes fluttered shut, her world narrowing to the points where his mouth met her skin.

She couldn’t believe how much pleasure coursed through her, just from this, his lips, his teeth, the heat of his breath against her neck.

It was overwhelming, a cascade of sensation that left her dizzy, her thoughts dissolving into a haze.

Her hands tightened around Alex’s shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his tunic as she instinctively pulled him closer, desperate to intensify the contact.

The muscles beneath her grip flexed, solid and unyielding, and she clung to him like an anchor in a storm.

Alex didn’t mind her urgency. If anything, it spurred him on.

His hand, meanwhile, had embarked on a mission of its own, sliding slowly up her leg.

His fingers brushed the bare skin beneath the hem of her skirt, the touch light but deliberate, igniting a trail of fire in its wake.

The cool air of the room contrasted sharply with the warmth of his palm, and Syrla’s breath hitched as his hand traveled higher, snaking toward her thigh.

Goosebumps erupted across her skin, rippling outward from every point he touched.

Pleasure pulsed through her, sharp and electric, and she shivered uncontrollably, her body betraying her attempts to stay composed.

Her legs trembled faintly beneath his hand, the sensation almost too much to bear, yet not enough all at once.

She wanted more, she needed more, but the words wouldn’t form, lost in the fog of her mind.

Alex took his time, savoring her reactions.

His fingers danced across her skin, drawing light squiggles that teased and tormented in equal measure.

The patterns were maddeningly slow, each swirl a deliberate act of control, prolonging her anticipation.

Syrla moaned quietly, the sound slipping out as a soft, "Uhmm..." Her voice was barely a whisper, swallowed by the crackling of the fire and the pounding of her own heart.

As he traced those lazy designs, Alex shifted his attention, his mouth moving to the other side of her neck.

He sucked there too, the wet heat of his lips pulling another shudder from her, then bit down lightly, the sharp nip sending a fresh wave of sensation crashing over her.

Syrla’s head tipped back, exposing more of her throat to him, an unconscious surrender to the pleasure he wielded so effortlessly.

His hand reached her thigh at last, the muscle tensing beneath his touch.

He paused there, letting the moment stretch, then gave her a small pinch.

The sudden sting cut through the haze, and Syrla let out a sharp cry. "Ah!" her voice cracking with surprise and delight.

Her eyes snapped open, wide and glassy, meeting his gaze for the first time in what felt like forever.

Alex chuckled, the sound low and rough, vibrating against her skin.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "Beg me," he said, his voice a velvet command, smooth yet edged with authority.

Syrla blinked, confusion clouding her pleasure-drunk mind. "Huh?" she murmured, her lips parting slightly as she tried to process his words.

Her breath came in shallow pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

"Beg me to finger you," Alex clarified, a wicked smirk curling his lips.

His gaze held hers, unrelenting, daring her to meet him on this new battlefield.

His hand hovered near her thigh, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his skin, a promise of what he could do if she gave in.

"That’s not fair," Syrla whined, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and need.

She was well and truly lost now, her body alight with desire, her breathing labored and uneven.

It took every ounce of effort to keep her eyes open, let alone string together a coherent sentence.

Her hands slid down his arms, gripping his wrists as if to ground herself, but it did little to steady the storm raging inside her.

"Life’s not fair, pretty," Alex replied, his tone mockingly sympathetic, though his smirk betrayed his amusement.

His finger inched closer, brushing the edge of her "cave," teasing her with the barest hint of contact.

The possibility dangled there, tantalizingly out of reach, and Syrla’s resolve crumbled further with every passing second.

"Uhmm..." Another moan escaped her, involuntary and desperate, as a fresh wave of pleasure swept through her.

Her thighs clenched instinctively, trapping his hand where it lingered, and she bit her lip, torn between pride and the overwhelming need he’d stoked within her.

Alex said nothing more, his silence a weapon in itself.

He just watched her, his finger poised, a promise of ecstasy he could deliver at any moment, or withhold just as easily.

The firelight cast shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the glint in his eyes, and Syrla felt her resistance fraying.

Her body screamed for release, every nerve alight with anticipation, but his demand hung between them, a challenge she wasn’t sure she could meet.