Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 27: Flipping her over

Chapter 27: Flipping her over

Her grip on his hair loosened, her hands slipping free as she collapsed back onto the cushions, panting heavily.

Her chest rose and fell in uneven bursts, her skin flushed with heat and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.

She felt utterly spent, her limbs heavy as if they’d been forged from lead.

Alex finally rose from his position between her thighs, his face gleaming with the evidence of her climax.

Her juices coated his skin, catching the dim light of the room, and a mischievous grin spread across his lips as he met her gaze.

Syrla, too exhausted to muster words, forced a weary smile in response.

Her eyelids fluttered, half-closed, as she tried to catch her breath.

The air between them was thick with the musky scent of her release, mingling with the faint tang of exertion.

Alex peeled off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the lean lines of his torso, and used the fabric to wipe his face clean.

The motion was casual, almost teasing, and he tossed the shirt aside with a playful flick of his wrist.

"Don’t tell me you’re tired already?" he said, his tone laced with mock disbelief as he arched a brow at her.

Syrla rolled her eyes, the gesture exaggerated despite her fatigue.

A faint smirk tugged at her lips, betraying her amusement.

Alex chuckled, the sound low and warm, reverberating through the space between them. "We’re just getting started, Syrla. Don’t be lazy."

She groaned, her voice a mix of exasperation and lingering pleasure. "Leave me alone," she muttered, though there was no real bite to her words.

Her body ached in the best way, a dull throb of satisfaction settling into her muscles, but she knew Alex well enough to sense he wasn’t finished with her yet.

Alex laughed again, a rich, infectious sound that made her heart stutter despite her exhaustion.

Before she could protest further, he grabbed her waist with both hands, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Then, with a strength that bordered on superhuman, he flipped her over in one swift motion.

Syrla yelped in surprise as she landed on her stomach, the cushions sinking beneath her weight.

Her curvy backside arched instinctively into the air, a perfect invitation that Alex didn’t miss.

He licked his lips, his eyes darkening with anticipation as he shed his pants, the fabric pooling forgotten on the floor.

Leaning forward, he braced himself with one hand on the back of the couch, just beside Syrla’s head.

His other hand guided his hips as he lowered himself, positioning his rod at the entrance to her core.

The heat of him brushed against her, a tantalizing promise that sent a fresh shiver racing down her spine.

Their eyes locked, his narrowed with focus, hers heavy with a mix of exhaustion and rekindled desire.

Their breaths mingled, hot and ragged, filling the silence with unspoken tension.

Syrla nodded, a small but deliberate gesture, granting him permission.

Alex eased his hips forward, pushing his rod into her with agonizing slowness.

The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, his throbbing length slipped past the slick lips of her core, entering her warm, wet depths.

They moaned in unison, the sound raw and unrestrained, as he filled her completely, bottoming out until there was no space left between them.

"Oh, Alex..." Syrla’s voice was a breathy moan, her words dissolving into the air as her body adjusted to the fullness of him.

Every inch of his rod pressed against her inner walls, igniting a new wave of heat that radiated through her core.

She felt stretched, claimed, and utterly consumed by the connection.

Alex didn’t pause for long.

He began rocking his hips, each thrust a steady, deliberate stroke that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her.

The rhythm was intoxicating, a dance of friction and pressure that coaxed her body back to life.

Syrla’s hands clawed at the cushions, seeking purchase as she arched her back further, meeting his movements with her own.

Then, with a flexibility born of her elven heritage, far surpassing that of any human, she wrapped her legs around his sides at an awkward, almost impossible angle.

Her thighs tightened, drawing herself up toward him, deepening the angle of his thrusts.

"Harder..." she groaned, the word spilling from her lips like a command.

Her voice was rough, edged with need, and Alex didn’t hesitate to comply.

He shifted his weight, planting both hands on either side of her now, and drove into her with renewed force.

The couch creaked beneath them, protesting the intensity, but neither cared.

Each thrust was a collision of flesh, a symphony of gasps and moans that filled the room.

Syrla’s senses narrowed to the points of contact, his rod plunging into her core, the slap of skin against skin, the heat of his breath against her neck as he leaned closer.

Her elven agility allowed her to twist just enough to catch his gaze again, her golden eyes burning with a fierce, primal hunger.

Alex met her stare, his own expression a mix of determination and unrestrained desire.

Alex couldn’t help but wonder why Syrla was so uninhibited this time, her fervor catching him off guard.

She’d always been passionate, but tonight there was a wildness to her, a hunger that burned brighter than usual.

Not that he minded; far from it.

Her boldness thrilled him, stirring an eager heat in his chest.

He was more than willing to meet her request, to match her intensity with his own.

A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he adjusted his grip, ready to give her exactly what she craved.

With her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, her elven flexibility on full display, Alex reached down with his free hand.

His fingers found the small of her lower back, curling beneath her to gain more leverage.

Her skin was warm and slick with sweat, and the contact sent a jolt through him.

He began thrusting again, driving his rod into her core with renewed purpose.

The motion was fluid at first, a steady rhythm that built momentum with every stroke.