Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 59: Eating her out

Chapter 59: Eating her out

The vine-draped arbor nook of Elaris Hold pulsed with a quiet, untamed wildness, silver-veined vines swaying lazily in the thick, floral-scented air.

Alex’s predatory smirk locked onto Inolda, a spark of mischief flashing in his eyes as he stepped forward. "Where were we?" he purred, his voice a low, teasing taunt.

The mossy floor gave softly under his boots, while the faint shimmer of a glass-leaved tree scattered pale flecks of light across his sweat-slicked chest, the memory of their earlier teasing still clinging to him like a second skin.

Inolda’s pink curls caught the light as they bounced with each subtle movement, framing her sharp, heart-shaped face in a soft, wild halo.

She tilted her chin, the delicate line of her jaw tightening just enough to sharpen the spark in her hazel eyes, a spark that wasn’t quite anger, but something dry and defiant, laced with a teasing kind of boldness.

"Oh, you think you’re leading this?" she murmured, her voice a blend of sharpness and playful edge, each word curling like smoke in the charged space between them.

Without hesitation, she stepped into his space, closing the last sliver of distance until their breaths mingled, warm, uneven, tasting of earth and something wild.

The air around them thickened, saturated with the heady scent of crushed blooms and damp soil, layered with the faint, musky trace of the animal side that always lingered at the edges of moments like this.

It crackled with tension, the ghost of their earlier kisses still smoldering on their lips, leaving the space between them stretched thin, humming with everything unspoken.

Alex didn’t answer with words. He surged forward, hands finding her hips, and pressed his mouth to her neck, lips hot and deliberate.

He kissed a slow, searing path along her pulse, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp, the sound sharp in the quiet nook. "Keep talking," he murmured against her skin, voice rough, "see where it gets you."

His hands slid up, cupping her boobs through her sports bra, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened, pushing against the fabric.

Inolda arched into him, unshy as ever, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails biting faintly. "Big talk for a pretty boy," she retorted, but her voice hitched as he tugged her bra up and off, tossing it into the vines.

Her perky boobs bounced free, sweat-sheened and firm, and Alex didn’t hesitate.

He dipped his head, lips closing over one nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking, teeth scraping lightly, drawing a low moan from her.

He switched to the other, lavishing it with the same hunger, his free hand kneading her tight abs, tracing the lines earned from garden work.

Her moans grew sharper, and she shoved a hand into his hair, tugging. "Not bad," she panted, her dry wit fraying.

Alex grinned against her skin, pulling back to meet her eyes, dark with want now, and slid his hand down, fingers dipping under her trousers’ waistband.

He yanked them down, baring her core, already slick, pulsing with need. "Eager, huh?" he teased, his confidence blazing as he brushed a finger along her folds, slow and deliberate, circling her clit just enough to make her hips buck.

"Shut up," Inolda snapped, but her voice trembled as he pushed one finger inside her, curling it against her walls, then added another, pumping steadily.

Her core clenched around him, wet and hot, and she rocked against his hand, unapologetic in chasing the friction.

His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles, and her head tipped back, lips parting with a ragged, "Fuck."

Alex’s rod strained against his trousers, hard and aching, but he ignored it, dropping to his knees on the moss. "Let’s see how loud you get," he said, smirking up at her, his voice thick with swagger.

He pulled her trousers fully off, tossing them aside, and spread her thighs, his fingers still working her core, two digits thrusting deep, curling to hit that spot that made her gasp.

Then he leaned in, lips brushing her clit, teasing at first, a soft kiss that turned into a flick of his tongue.

Inolda’s hands flew to his head, fingers twisting in his hair as she ground against his mouth. "Don’t you dare stop," she growled, her boldness cutting through her moans.

Alex chuckled, the vibration humming against her, and sucked her clit hard, tongue lashing it with quick, relentless flicks.

His fingers kept their rhythm, thrusting, curling, while his free hand gripped her thigh, holding her steady as her legs shook.

The nook seemed to tighten around them, vines rustling, petals falling as her moans grew louder, raw and unfiltered.

Her core pulsed around his fingers, slicker with every thrust, and he doubled down, tongue circling her clit, lips sucking, fingers plunging faster.

"Come on," he muttered against her, voice muffled but smug, "let me hear you."

Inolda’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge. "You, cocky, bastard," she gasped, but the words broke into a cry as he grazed her clit with his teeth, a sharp spark that tipped her over.

Her core clamped down on his fingers, her hips jerking as she came, hard, loud, a shuddering moan tearing from her throat.

Her thighs quaked, nails digging into his scalp, and Alex kept going, tongue lapping slower now, fingers easing out as she rode the waves, her orgasm leaving her panting, flushed, and gloriously undone.

Inolda, utterly exhausted from their passionate encounter, slumped heavily against the stone arch, her body trembling from the exertion.

Her pink curls, soaked with sweat, stuck damply to her forehead, framing her face with a wild, disheveled beauty as she panted for breath, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.

In contrast, Alex stood before her, his lips glistening with the evidence of their shared ecstasy, his hand wiping away the lingering remnants of their union.

Alex leaned back on his heels, the mossy floor of the vine-draped arbor nook cool against his knees.

His lips glistened with Inolda’s release, and he wiped his chin with a slow, deliberate swipe, his smirk curling with smug triumph.

Inolda slumped against the stone arch, her pink curls plastered to her sweat-slick forehead, chest heaving as she caught her breath.