Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 36: Last night with Lyriel 4

Chapter 36: Last night with Lyriel 4

The sound was hushed, restrained, a secret shared only between them, yet it pulsed against his rod with an intensity that made his hips twitch involuntarily.

Her hands rested lightly on his thighs now, steadying herself as she took him deeper, her fingers pressing into the taut muscle there, feeling the tension beneath her touch.

The moonlight painted her in soft contrasts, the glow of her hair, the shadowed curve of her cheek, the faint sheen of exertion on her brow, and Alex watched her through a haze of need, the sight of her as intoxicating as the feel of her mouth.

His body began to tense, every muscle drawing tight as the pressure mounted, a slow burn that spread from his rod through his abdomen, curling his toes against the sheets.

His breaths grew sharper, shallower, each one a struggle to keep quiet, to keep the house from stirring.

"Lyriel..." he whispered, the name a strained plea, a warning, slipping from his lips as the edge loomed closer.

She didn’t falter, didn’t pull away, her lips tightened around him, her tongue pressing harder, urging him toward release with a quiet determination that left him trembling.

The climax hit like a wave, sudden and overwhelming, and he came with a shudder that rocked his frame, his rod pulsing as he spilled into her mouth.

She took it all, her throat working with a subtle gulp, the sound so faint it was nearly lost in the night, yet it echoed in his ears as the last of his release faded.

Lyriel pulled back slowly, her lips glistening faintly in the moonlight as she straightened, one hand rising to wipe her mouth with the back of her wrist.

The gesture was casual, almost delicate, but her golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she looked at him, her breath steady despite the flush creeping across her cheeks.

Alex lay there, chest heaving, the sheets still clenched in his fists, his rod still throbbing faintly in the aftermath.

The air between them crackled with the unspoken, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like the shadows that pooled in the corners of the room.

She tilted her head, her hair shifting to spill over one shoulder,

The moonlight bathed the room in a soft, silver glow, casting delicate shadows across the tangled sheets as Lyriel pulled back from Alex, her lips still glistening faintly from their earlier intimacy.

Her golden eyes flicked downward, catching the sight of his rod still standing firm, unyielding despite the release that had just shuddered through him.

A smirk curled her lips, slow and teasing, as she tilted her head, her brown hair spilling over one shoulder in a cascade that shimmered like liquid copper in the faint light.

"Such a stallion, aren’t you?" she whispered, her voice a hushed taunt, laced with amusement and promise.

"Still ready for me." The words hung in the air, a quiet challenge that stirred the stillness, her breath warm against his skin as she lingered above him, her parted robe framing her silhouette.

With a fluid grace, Lyriel shifted, climbing atop him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips.

She shed her emerald robe fully, the fabric slipping from her shoulders with a soft rustle, pooling around them in a dark, silken heap that blended with the sheets.

The cool air kissed her bare skin, raising faint goosebumps along her arms, but her warmth radiated as she straddled him, her thighs brushing against his.

Her hands moved with purpose, fingers grazing his rod as she guided it to her core, the heat of her entrance teasing him for a moment before she settled down.

The motion was slow, controlled, a deliberate descent that enveloped him in her slick warmth, her core tightening around him as she took him fully, her breath hitching faintly in her throat.

She began to move, her hips rocking with a steady, hypnotic rhythm, each roll a quiet dance that kept the bed from creaking beneath them.

Her hands braced against his chest, palms flat against the hard planes of his muscles, fingers splaying wide as she steadied herself.

The moonlight caught the faint sheen of exertion on her skin, highlighting the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, as she rode him with a grace that belied the growing urgency within her.

Alex’s hands found her thighs, his grip firm but silent, guiding her movements with a subtle pressure that matched her pace.

His breaths came sharp and shallow, each exhale a ragged whisper in the stillness, his chest rising and falling beneath her touch as he fought to keep his own sounds contained.

The rhythm shifted as Lyriel’s need built, her pace quickening ever so slightly, her core clenching around his rod with a delicious tightness that sent a tremor through her frame.

Her first orgasm approached like a rising tide, steady and inevitable, and she leaned forward, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder to muffle the sound.

Her lips pressed against his skin, warm and trembling, as a breathy "Ohh" escaped her, the moan soft and whispered, caught against him to keep it from carrying through the house.

Her body shuddered, her thighs tightening around his hips, her fingers curling against his chest as the wave crested, pleasure rippling through her in quiet, pulsing bursts.

She lingered there for a moment, her breath hot and uneven against his neck, the aftershocks fading as she steadied herself.

But she didn’t stop.

Her movements resumed, more desperate now, though still restrained, her hips grinding against him with a fervor that tested their shared silence.

The second orgasm loomed larger, harder, and she chased it with a single-minded focus, her hands sliding down to his abs, fingers digging into the rock-hard muscle there as she anchored herself.

The sensation of his rod filling her, stretching her, drove her onward, her core pulsing with each thrust of her hips.

She pressed her lips to his neck again, stifling the sound as it built, her gasps soft and ragged against his skin.

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