Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 38: Bent over the bed

Chapter 38: Bent over the bed

The room seemed to shrink around them, the world beyond the bed fading into irrelevance.

The texture of the sheets beneath Lyriel’s hands grew more pronounced as her grip tightened, her knuckles whitening with the effort to stay grounded.

The fabric was soft yet rough in places, worn from use, and it scraped lightly against her palms as she braced herself.

Her legs, still shaky, trembled with each of Alex’s thrusts, the muscles in her thighs tensing and releasing in time with his movements.

The sensation of him inside her was overwhelming, full, deep, a pressure that bordered on too much yet left her craving more.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, each one punctuated by those stifled groans she couldn’t fully silence, no matter how hard she pressed her face into the mattress.

Alex’s hands roamed again, one sliding up her side to brush the curve of her ribcage, the other staying firm on her hip to guide her back against him.

His fingers dug in just enough to leave faint marks, a temporary claim that would fade by morning.

His own sounds grew quieter, more restrained, but no less potent, a series of low, throaty hums that vibrated through his chest and into her.

The heat of his breath against her shoulder intensified as he leaned closer, his lips grazing her skin for a fleeting moment before he pulled back, as if testing his own limits.

The steady rhythm faltered briefly, a hitch in his motion as he adjusted his stance, then resumed with renewed vigor.

The tension in his body was palpable, a coiled spring ready to snap, yet he held it at bay, drawing out the moment for them both.

Lyriel’s world narrowed to the points of contact between them, his hands, his breath, the unrelenting drive of his rod.

Her whimpers softened further, dissolving into the sheets, while Alex’s moans remained a quiet storm, contained but no less fierce.

The bed stood silent witness, the only sound the subtle rustle of fabric and the faint creak of the floor beneath their weight.

Together, they moved, lost in the heat and the hush, a symphony of flesh and whispered need.

Lyriel’s body hummed with a restless energy as she shifted, her skin still slick with the sweat of their earlier exertions.

She moved with a purpose, climbing back onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly beneath her weight.

The sheets, already a tangled mess, rasped against her knees as she crawled forward, her hands pressing into the soft give of the bedding.

She lowered herself face-down, her cheek brushing the cool fabric, a fleeting relief against the heat radiating from her flushed skin.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she lifted her hips, tilting them upward until her ass jutted out, an invitation as bold as it was vulnerable.

The curve of her spine deepened, her body a taut bowstring drawn tight, every muscle quivering with anticipation.

The air around her felt charged, thick with the scent of their shared desire, a heady mix of salt and musk that clung to the room like a second skin.

Alex watched her for a moment, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sight. His eyes traced the lines of her form, the way her thighs trembled faintly, the soft sheen of sweat glistening along her back.

He moved to join her, kneeling behind her on the bed, the mattress shifting beneath his weight.

His hands, warm and rough, found her thighs, fingers splaying wide as he spread them apart.

The touch was firm yet reverent, his palms pressing into her flesh with a quiet authority that made her pulse quicken.

He positioned himself, aligning his rod with her core, the heat of him radiating against her even before he made contact.

The anticipation stretched the moment thin, a fragile thread ready to snap, and then he did, slamming into her with a force that tested the boundaries of their silence.

The impact jolted her forward, her body rocking with the sheer power of his thrust.

Lyriel’s hands scrambled for purchase, fingers curling around the nearest pillow and dragging it toward her.

She buried her face into its softness, the fabric muffling the cry that tore from her throat, a sound too raw, too loud to let loose in the quiet of the night.

Her teeth grazed the cotton as she bit down, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps that soaked into the pillow.

Alex’s rhythm was relentless, each thrust deep and purposeful, driving into her with a precision that made her toes curl against the sheets.

The bed creaked faintly beneath them, a subtle protest drowned out by the thudding of her heartbeat in her ears.

Her hips rocked back to meet him instinctively, her body caught in the tide of his motion, every nerve alight with the intensity of it.

Alex’s hands slid from her thighs to her hips, his grip tightening until his fingers dug into her skin, leaving faint crescents that would linger as a memory of this moment

His pace, once steady, began to falter, growing erratic as the tension coiled tighter within him.

His rod pulsed inside her, a living thing straining toward release, and the heat of it sent a shiver racing down her spine despite the fire already consuming her.

He pulled her back hard, his strength unyielding, hips slamming against hers with a ferocity that bordered on desperation.

The air between them crackled, thick with the unspoken, need, want, the edge of something primal.

Then, with a shudder that rippled through his entire frame, he came.

His release spilled into her, hot and overwhelming, his body trembling as he surrendered to it.

The tension in his grip eased, his hands softening against her hips as he rode out the aftershocks, chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Lyriel felt the shift, the sudden flood of warmth inside her, and her own body responded, a tightening, a quiver that echoed his.

Her face pressed deeper into the pillow, the fabric damp now with her breath.

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