Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 39: I promise to visit

Chapter 39: I promise to visit

Her moans, muffled though they were, peaked in that moment, rising to a high-pitched "Mmmph" that broke through the barrier of the pillow despite her efforts.

The sound was sharp, desperate, a keening edge to it that betrayed the depth of her own unraveling.

Her fingers clutched the pillow tighter, knuckles whitening as she anchored herself against the waves crashing through her, her hips still lifted, still trembling under the weight of his hands.

Alex’s voice broke the silence next, a final, low groan, "Nngh" that rumbled from deep within his chest. It was a sound of release, of breaking, raw and unfiltered as it slipped past his lips.

His head tipped back slightly, the cords of his neck standing out as he let it out, the last vestige of control slipping away.

Then, as quickly as it had come, the sound faded, replaced by the soft, uneven panting that followed.

His breath sawed through the air, a quiet storm settling in the wake of their tempest.

His hands lingered on her hips, thumbs brushing absently over her skin as he steadied himself, the heat of his touch a lingering tether between them.

The room seemed to still around them, the air heavy with the aftermath.

Lyriel’s body sank slightly, her hips lowering as the strength ebbed from her limbs, though she kept her face buried in the pillow, unwilling to let the world back in just yet.

The sheets beneath her were warm now, soaked with the heat of their bodies, and the faint creak of the bed frame settled into silence.

Alex remained kneeling behind her, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, the sweat on his brow catching the dim light.

His hands slid down her thighs once more, a slow, grounding caress, before he eased back, the connection between them breaking with a soft, wet sound that hung in the air.

Lyriel’s muffled breathing slowed, her moans fading into the pillow as she lay there, spent and trembling.

Alex’s panting softened too, a quiet rhythm that matched the slowing of his pulse.

The air in the room had softened, the heat of their earlier fervor cooling into a tender stillness that wrapped around them like a blanket.

Lyriel shifted on the bed, the sheets whispering against her skin as she turned to face Alex.

Her eyes, dark and luminous in the dim light, caught his, holding them with a quiet intensity.

She reached out, her fingers brushing his arm, the touch light but deliberate, as if grounding herself in the reality of him beside her.

"I’ll miss you," she said, her voice low and threaded with a ache she couldn’t quite hide.

The words hung between them, heavy with the weight of impending distance. "I wish the council would’ve let you stay with us, with our family."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, a flicker of frustration passing over her features before she softened again, her gaze dropping to the rumpled bedding.

Alex exhaled, a slow breath that carried the same wistfulness.

He shifted closer, the mattress dipping under his weight, his shoulder brushing hers as he settled into the space beside her.

"I wish that too," he murmured, his voice rough around the edges, like gravel smoothed by a river’s current.

His hand found hers, fingers curling around her palm.

He squeezed gently, his thumb tracing a small arc over her knuckles, and for a moment, they simply sat there,

Lyriel tilted her head, her hair spilling over her shoulder like a cascade of midnight silk.

She met his eyes again, a faint smile tugging at her lips, though it didn’t quite reach the sadness lingering in her gaze.

"You should come visit regularly," she said, her tone firming with a hint of playfulness. "If you don’t, I’ll have to track you down myself—show up at your new house and drag you back here."

The threat was light, teasing, but beneath it lay a thread of truth, a determination that made her words feel like a promise.

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling low in his chest, and nodded. "I’ll visit," he promised, his voice steady now, carrying the weight of his intent. "Regularly. Especially since I’m not even sure I’ll like this new family anyway."

He leaned back slightly, his brow furrowing as he recalled something. "The way Thalorin described them, they sounded... intense. Like they’re always on edge or something."

His fingers tightened briefly around hers, a flicker of unease crossing his face.

Lyriel’s smile widened, softening the edges of her expression as she squeezed his hand in return. "You’ll enjoy living with them," she assured him, her tone warm and certain.

"They’re kind people, just a little odd, that’s all. You’ll get used to their quirks." She tilted her head, studying him with a knowing look, as if she could already see him settling into that strange new life.

Alex considered her words, then shrugged, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Okay," he said simply, the single word a quiet acceptance, a surrender to her confidence in him.

His gaze lingered on her face, tracing the curve of her jaw, the softness in her eyes, and something shifted in the air between them, a spark reigniting.

He leaned in then, closing the small distance between them, his breath warm against her skin as his lips found the swell of her chest.

Her massive breasts, full and heavy, drew him in, and he pressed his mouth to them, sucking gently at first, then with a hunger that made her breath catch.

Lyriel’s head tipped back, her eyes fluttering shut as a wave of bliss rolled through her.

Her hands slid into his hair, fingers threading through the strands as she held him close. "Oh, Alex, you devil..." she hummed, her voice a melodic sigh, thick with pleasure and affection.

The sound vibrated through her, a soft hymn of delight that filled the space between them, sealing their moment in a tender, intimate glow.