Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 58: Now where were we?

Chapter 58: Now where were we?

Alex stood shirtless, his chiseled frame gleaming under a thin sheen of sweat, his smirk still plastered across his face as he watched Inolda.

She admitted, reluctantly, with a mumble, that he looked good, her dry tone barely masking the flicker of appreciation in her hazel eyes.

Now it was her turn, and the tension between them crackled like a storm brewing over the elven wilds.

"Your turn to reciprocate," Alex said, his voice smooth as riverstone, his grin widening as he crossed his arms, daring her to back down.

The challenge hung there, sharp and electric, and Inolda’s lips twitched, her pink curls bouncing as she tilted her head.

"Fine," she muttered, her tone dry but resolute, like she’d already calculated the odds and decided to play.

She grabbed the hem of her faded tunic and tugged it over her head in one swift motion, revealing a snug sports bra beneath.

The fabric hugged her form, dark green and slightly worn, outlining a body sculpted by menial work, tight abs rippling faintly under her skin, medium-sized breasts perky and firm, their peaks pressing against the material in a way that made Alex’s breath hitch.

A sheen of sweat glistened across her torso, catching the light like liquid starfire, and her pink curls fell messily around her shoulders, framing the whole breathtaking picture.

Alex stared, his eyes rounding as they drank her in, tracing the taut lines of her stomach, the subtle curve of her hips, the way her chest rose with each steady breath.

She was beautiful, wild and strong, like some elven warrior carved from the earth itself, and his pulse thundered in his ears, drowning out the distant nickers of the animals.

A faint chime echoed in his mind, sharp and insistent, like a crystal shard striking glass.

A notification flared across his vision, crisp white text hovering in the air:

[Your lust is growing].

He blinked, the system’s voice an unwelcome jolt, but it didn’t pull him from the moment. If anything, it sharpened it.

Inolda caught his gawking, her lips curling into a smirk as she crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her boobs up just enough to make his throat dry. "That’s enough ogling," she said, her voice dripping with dry amusement. "You look like a thirsty child who just found a puddle after a drought."

He didn’t fire back with a tease this time, no quick retort, no playful jab.

Instead, he stepped closer, his bare feet silent on the straw-strewn ground, his smirk fading into something hotter, hungrier.

The air between them thickened, charged with a raw intensity that made her blink. "I want to do more than ogle them," he said, his voice low and rough, his eyes locking onto hers with a fire she hadn’t expected.

No banter, no games, just a stark, blazing want that stole the breath from her lungs.

Inolda’s brows lifted, surprise flickering across her face.

She’d braced for their usual sparring, not this sudden shift, but before she could process it, he was there, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

His hand moved, fingers brushing her chin with a touch that was firm yet careful, tipping her face up to meet his.

Then he kissed her, and it was hot, a searing, urgent press of lips that hit like a spark igniting dry tinder.

His mouth claimed hers with a boldness that made her knees wobble, all traces of their earlier teasing swallowed by the intensity of it.

Her lips parted under his, a soft gasp escaping as his hands slid between them, finding her chest.

His fingers traced over her sports bra at first, feather-light and teasing, mapping the curves beneath the fabric.

But the restraint didn’t last, his touch grew bolder, hands closing over her boobs with a hard, possessive fondle that sent a jolt through her.

She moaned into his mouth, the sound raw and involuntary, vibrating against his lips as her hands gripped his bare shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting.

The kiss deepened, messy and fierce, their breaths tangling in the humid air.

Alex pulled back abruptly, his lips hovering a heartbeat from hers, a smirk curling them as he caught his breath.

"So you can moan in pleasure," he said, his voice a smug purr, his hands still resting on her chest, thumbs brushing the fabric in a way that made her shiver.

Inolda’s eyes narrowed, a retort rising as she rolled them with exaggerated disdain, ready to snap back, to reclaim the upper hand.

But before the words could spill out, he dove in again, shutting her up with another kiss.

This one was just as hot, his lips crashing into hers with a force that silenced her protest mid-thought.

His hands stayed where they were, kneading her flesh with a rhythm that matched the insistent press of his mouth, and she melted into it despite herself, her sarcasm drowned by the heat pooling in her core.

Alex pressed Inolda back against the rough-hewn wooden fence.

His hands, still firm on her chest, kneaded harder, fingers digging into the fabric of her sports bra as their kisses turned wild, sloppy and fierce, tongues clashing in a messy dance of want.

His breath came ragged, hot against her lips, and she matched him, her nails scraping lightly down his bare back, leaving faint trails of fire on his skin.

Her hands roamed, tugging him closer, their usual banter dissolving into a raw, unspoken need that thrummed like a heartbeat in the space between them.

Alex broke the kiss abruptly, pulling back just enough to catch his breath, his lips hovering a whisper from hers.

His hazel eyes glinted with a predator’s edge, sweat beading on his brow as he rasped, "Should we go inside?" The question hung there, rough and low, his voice a velvet blade slicing through the haze.

He tilted his head toward the house, its silhouette looming beyond the enclosures, a practical suggestion laced with unspoken promise.

Inolda shook her head, her pink curls bouncing as she exhaled sharply, her chest heaving under his hands. "Too far," she said, her tone clipped but firm, a spark of defiance flickering in her hazel eyes.

She stepped back, breaking his hold, and smirked, a dry, knowing curve of her lips. "I know a place."

Without waiting for his reply, she turned and started walking, her boots scuffing the dirt with purpose, her sports bra and tight abs glistening faintly with sweat in the fading light.

Alex didn’t hesitate. With a grin that bordered on wicked, he lunged forward, throwing both arms over her shoulders from behind.

His taller frame draped over her like a human, or elven, backpack, his chest pressing against her back, his weight leaning into her as they moved.

His chin rested near her ear, his breath tickling her curls, and she staggered slightly under the sudden load.

The move was bold, playful, a cocky assertion of his presence, and he chuckled, the sound rumbling against her spine. "You’re stronger than I expected," he said, his voice teasing but laced with genuine surprise. "I actually thought you’d crumble under me."

Inolda snorted, dragging her weight and a fraction of his with a stubborn grit that belied her smaller stature. "You have no idea about me," she shot back, though a faint strain crept in as she adjusted to his bulk.

Her hands gripped his forearms where they crossed her chest, steadying him as they crossed back into the botanical garden.

The air shifted, sweet with blossoms and heavy with green life, vines curling around trellises, flowers shimmering like captured stars, small trees bowing under strange fruit.

She led him past the vibrant chaos, her steps sure, until they reached a secluded nook where the garden turned wild.

The spot was hidden near the back edge, where thick vines with silver veins draped over a crumbling stone arch, forming a natural curtain.

The floor was soft, moss and scattered petals cushioning the earth, a faint glow from a glass-leaved tree filtering through the foliage above.

Alex straightened, slipping off her back as his jaw dropped, awe stealing his focus. "Whoa," he breathed, his eyes darting around the shadowed enclave, the way the vines swayed like living walls, the shimmer of light dancing on the moss, the quiet hum of life cocooning them.

For a moment, he forgot her, lost in the elven wildness of it all, the beauty hitting him like a punch to the gut.

Inolda tugged his arm, pulling him back to her with a smirk.

She stepped into the middle, the moss sinking slightly under her boots, and turned to face him. "This’ll be good enough for us," she said, her voice low and decisive, her gaze locking onto his with a challenge that reignited the heat between them.

The secluded nook felt like a secret carved out of the world, just them, the vines, and the unspoken pull tugging at their edges.

"Yes it will". Alex said and nodded, his awe fading as his focus snapped back to her, sharper now, hungrier.

He stepped closer, closing the distance until the air between them buzzed again, thick and electric. "Now, where were we?" he asked, his voice dropping to a predatory purr, his smirk curling with a dangerous edge.

His hands twitched at his sides, itching to reclaim her, and his eyes, darkened with intent, bore into hers.