Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 25: Sylra’s orgasm

Chapter 25: Sylra’s orgasm

Alex didn’t rush.

He lingered, his tongue tracing slow, exploratory paths along her cave, tasting her, savoring the way she trembled under each careful stroke.

Her juices coated his lips, sweet and slick, and he hummed against her, the vibration sending another ripple of pleasure through her core.

Sylra’s head tipped back, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the sensation, her earlier frustration forgotten in the wake of this new torment, this exquisite, deliberate build.

"Alex..." she breathed, her voice a shaky whisper, barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.

He didn’t respond with words, just pressed his tongue flatter, dragging it up her slit with a slow, firm motion that made her hips buck.

Her hands twisted tighter in the sheets, her body a live wire of need, every nerve singing under his touch.

He was relentless in his slowness, drawing it out, making her feel every second of it, and she loved it, hated it, wanted more.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with heat and the scent of her arousal.

Sylra’s moans grew steadier, a rhythm of their own, matching the lazy pace of Alex’s tongue as he worked her closer to the edge again.

This time, she didn’t know if he’d let her fall, or if he’d pull back once more, leaving her dangling in that delicious, maddening limbo.

But for now, she didn’t care. She was his, lost in the wet heat of his mouth, the tease of his control, and the fire building low in her belly.

The lick sent another wave of pleasure coursing through her body, her skin prickling with heat, and she cried out softly

Ohh... Uhmm

Alex pressed his tongue deeper into her cave, the warmth of his breath mingling with her own heat, beginning to drive it in and out of her with a slow, deliberate rhythm

He varied his technique, sometimes flattening his tongue, letting it drag against all her walls, a broad, heavy sensation that made her tremble, other times sharpening it like a spear, jabbing into her cave with quick, precise thrusts

Hmm... Ohhh... Ahhh... Uhmm... Syrla moaned, her voice rising and falling, her body bucking around almost violently against the worn sheets beneath her

She lost all inhibition, her hands reaching out instinctively, fingers tangling into Alex’s thick, dark hair

Then she pushed his head deeper, harder into her cave, gripping his hair passionately, her nails scraping lightly against his scalp as she urged him on

Gon shifted his focus, moving to her clit, his lips closing around it to suck gently, a soft pull that sent sparks racing up her spine

As he sucked on her clit, he returned his finger to her cave, sliding it in with a slow, teasing push, the dual sensation building a pressure she could barely contain

This combination was enough to drive Syrla over the edge, her breath hitching, and she called out in a strained, desperate voice

"Alex, I’m about to cum!"

Then she grabbed his hair even tighter, her fingers clenching into fists, forcing his face down into her as her body began to shake violently, muscles tensing and releasing in chaotic waves

Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her, electric and overwhelming, and she cried out, her voice echoing faintly in the small, dimly lit room

Ohhh... Ahhh!

Then she began to squirt, a sudden rush that drenched his face in her juice, the warm liquid spilling over his cheeks and chin

Alex continued sucking her clit, fingering her steadily, even as the orgasm rocked her body with violent, shuddering force, his movements unrelenting

"Don’t stop, don’t stop," she cried to him, her voice raw, still holding on to his hair, anchoring herself to him as the pleasure threatened to pull her under

Eventually, the squirting slowed, then stopped, her body calming, the jerking gradually reducing until she was finally still, her chest heaving

She loosened her grip on his hair, her hands falling limp to her sides, and fell back against the bed, panting, her skin slick with sweat

Alex finally rose from his laying position, his face glistening, coated in her juice, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips as he looked at her, his eyes glinting with satisfaction

Syrla was too exhausted, too spent to say anything, her limbs heavy, so she just forced a faint, tired smile for him, her breath still uneven

Alex peeled off his shirt, the fabric sticking slightly to his damp skin, and used it to wipe off his face, the motion casual, almost playful

"Don’t tell me you’re tired already?" he said to her, his tone teasing, a challenge lurking beneath his grin

Syrla let out a weak laugh, her voice barely above a whisper, her body still buzzing faintly from the aftershocks

The room around them was quiet now, save for the sound of their breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and something sweeter, more primal

She lay there, sprawled across the bed, the sheets twisted beneath her, her dark hair fanning out over the pillow in a messy halo

Her skin glowed faintly in the low light, a sheen of perspiration catching the flicker of a candle on the nightstand, casting soft shadows across her form

Alex tossed his shirt aside, letting it land in a crumpled heap on the floor, and leaned back on his elbows, watching her with that same cocky tilt to his mouth

He was broad-shouldered, his chest rising and falling steadily, a light flush creeping up his neck from the effort he’d put in

Syrla’s eyes traced him for a moment, taking in the way his damp hair clung to his forehead, the way his lips curved with just enough smugness to make her want to wipe it off, if she had the energy

She didn’t, not yet, but the thought lingered, sparking something defiant in her chest

The night outside pressed against the window, a faint breeze slipping through the cracked pane, cooling the heat that still hung in the room

She shifted slightly, her legs trembling as she adjusted, the sensation of his touch still echoing through her nerves