Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 35: Last night with Lyriel 3

Chapter 35: Last night with Lyriel 3

Lyriel leaned over Alex, her breath warm against his lips.

Her hand, cool and deliberate, slid down his naked chest, tracing the contours of his skin with a slow, teasing precision.

Each touch left a trail of heat in its wake, her fingers brushing over the faint ridges of his muscles, pausing here and there as if savoring the feel of him beneath her.

Alex’s breath hitched, his body tensing under her exploration, the silk sheets rustling faintly beneath him as he shifted.

Her hand reached the end of his torso, hovering at the edge of his pants, and she paused, a fleeting, electric moment where the air seemed to thicken.

Her golden eyes flicked up to meet his, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, before her fingers dipped beneath the waistband, sliding into the warmth below.

She gasped, a sharp, delighted sound that broke the quiet, her eyes widening as she felt the heat radiating from him.

"So warm," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper, and then her hand wrapped around his rod, firm and sure.

"And so big," she added, her tone laced with awe and a trace of mischief, her grip tightening just enough to make him feel it.

Alex moaned, the sound low and raw, spilling from his throat as she began to stroke him.

Her movements were slow at first, deliberate, each glide of her hand sending a jolt through him that made his hips twitch against the mattress.

The sensation was overwhelming, her cool fingers against his heated skin, the rhythm she set, the way her touch seemed to pull him deeper into the haze of the moment.

She leaned in, her lips finding his again, and kissed him fiercely, her tongue brushing his with a hunger that matched the motion of her hand.

The kiss swallowed his next moan, muffling it against her mouth as she pressed herself closer, her robe slipping further to reveal the curve of her shoulder in the moonlight.

Then, just as suddenly, she broke the kiss, her hand sliding back up to his abs.

Her fingers splayed across the taut muscle there, exploring the hard planes with a appreciative hum.

"These are rock hard," she said, her voice soft but edged with admiration, her palm pressing flat against him. "They feel so nice."

She traced the lines of his stomach, her touch lighter now, almost reverent, as if mapping every inch of him.

The contrast between the heat of her earlier grip and this gentle caress sent a shiver racing

The moonlight filtered through the half-open window, casting a delicate silver glow across the room, illuminating the tangled sheets that draped over Alex’s hips.

He lay propped on his elbows, the silken fabric cool and slick against his skin, bunched and twisted from his restless shifting.

The air hung still, heavy with the quiet of the night, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves beyond the glass and the steady rhythm of his own breath.

Lyriel leaned over him, her presence a warm shadow in the dimness, her emerald robe parted wide to reveal the smooth expanse of her skin beneath.

The fabric hung loosely from her shoulders, its edges swaying gently with each subtle movement, brushing against the mattress as she hovered above him.

Her hands, already familiar with the planes of his body from moments before, lingered on his bare chest, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles with a deliberate tenderness that sent faint shivers rippling across his flesh.

Her gaze, golden and piercing, flicked downward as she shifted her position, her knees pressing into the mattress beside his thighs.

With a slow, almost reverent motion, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, the tips brushing against the sensitive skin just above his rod.

The fabric yielded easily, sliding down just far enough to free him, the cool air of the room kissing his newly exposed flesh before her warmth replaced it.

Her touch was light at first, a teasing graze of her fingertips along the length of his rod, feeling its firmness, its heat, the way it twitched faintly under her exploration.

Then, with a grace that belied the intensity in her eyes, she lowered her head, her brown hair cascading forward like a curtain, catching the moonlight in shimmering waves that danced with each subtle sway.

Her lips closed around him, warm and soft, enveloping him in a sensation that was both startling and exquisite.

The heat of her mouth contrasted sharply with the coolness of the night, a delicious shock that made his breath hitch in his chest.

She moved deliberately, her tongue pressing against him with a slow, measured stroke, careful to keep her rhythm steady, controlled, so the bed beneath them wouldn’t creak and betray their secret to the sleeping house.

The mattress dipped slightly under her weight, but the springs remained mercifully silent, complicit in their shared silence.

Her hair brushed against his thighs as she worked, the strands glowing faintly in the silver light, a hypnotic rhythm that matched the gentle bob of her head.

Alex bit his lip hard, the sharp edge of his teeth digging into the tender flesh as he fought to contain the sound rising in his throat.

A low, muffled moan escaped despite his efforts, a quiet "Nngh" that slipped past his defenses, barely audible but raw with the pleasure coiling tight in his core.

His hands gripped the sheets, fingers curling into the silk, knuckles whitening as he anchored himself against the wave building within him.

His head tipped back, the muscles of his neck straining as he surrendered to the sensation, his red-rimmed eyes half-lidded, staring up at the shadowed ceiling as if it might hold answers to the heat flooding his body.

Lyriel’s touch was unrelenting, her lips sliding along him with a practiced ease, her breath warm and steady against his skin, each exhale a faint whisper in the stillness.

She hummed softly, a barely perceptible vibration that rippled through him, amplifying the pleasure until it was almost unbearable.

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