Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 97: Stroking each other *

Chapter 97: Stroking each other *

Alex lingered at the top of the staircase, his red eyes peering down the dimly lit hallway of the Elaris hold, the evening’s soft glow filtering through stained-glass windows, casting amber and violet hues across the polished wood floor.

The faint creak of the front door echoed, followed by Jusin’s low voice and Grielsa’s reluctant murmur, their footsteps fading toward the exit.

He waited a few moments, his breath steady, ears straining for any hint of their return, his fingers brushing the smooth banister, the lavender-scented air cool against his skin.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, he crept to the foyer, peering through a narrow window, the twilight revealing Jusin and Grielsa’s figures retreating down the stone path, their silhouettes blending into the hold’s shimmering gardens, the door’s latch firmly closed.

Grinning, Alex bounded back up the stairs, his steps light, the wooden steps creaking faintly, the hold’s warmth a promise of what awaited.

He burst into his room, where Sylra sat on the edge of his bed, her golden hair catching the glow of a single crystal lamp, her soft features brightening as she set aside a book, her smile shy but warm, her tunic shifting slightly, her presence a spark in the cozy space.

"They’re gone!" Alex announced, his voice ringing with playful triumph, arms spreading wide as if unveiling a grand stage, the room’s intimacy heightening the moment.

Sylra laughed softly, her lips curving, her golden hair spilling over her shoulders, her hands smoothing her tunic.

"You’re such a dork," she said, her voice warm, teasing, her earlier exhaustion from lunch faded, her gaze locking onto his with a flicker of anticipation, the lamp’s light casting gentle shadows across her flushed cheeks.

Alex closed the door with a brisk push, the click loud in the quiet room, his grin sly as he crossed the space in quick strides, his lips capturing hers in a sudden, hungry kiss, the heat of their lunch connection reigniting, her warmth setting his pulse racing.

Sylra gasped into the kiss, her hands finding his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric, her body leaning into his, the bed’s soft creak a faint note beneath their quickening breaths, the cedar scent mingling with her earthy fragrance.

Their kiss deepened, lips moving urgently, Sylra’s moan vibrating against his mouth, her shy demeanor giving way to boldness, her hands sliding up to cup his face, her touch tentative but eager.

"You’re too much," she murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, her voice breathless, her lips swollen, glistening in the lamp’s glow, the room’s intimacy wrapping them tightly.

Alex chuckled, his voice low, teasing, hands resting on her waist, fingers tracing her tunic’s curve.

"You haven’t seen anything yet," he said, his tone playful, laced with desire, his lips brushing hers again, slower, savoring her warmth, her hitching breaths, the bed shifting as they leaned closer, the orbs’ faint glow casting a dreamlike haze.

Their kisses grew feverish, tongues brushing, a dance of heat, Sylra’s hands roaming his chest, her touch exploratory, her shy smile fading into quiet boldness, her fingers trembling as they grazed his sides.

Alex’s hands slid lower, tracing her hips, his touch gentle but deliberate, drawing a soft gasp, her body arching slightly, the room’s warmth amplifying every sensation, the cedar and earthy scents a heady mix.

"You good?" Alex asked, his voice husky, pulling back to check her, hands pausing, the lamp’s light catching the flush on her cheeks, her golden hair framing her like a halo, the moment resting on mutual trust.

Sylra nodded, her smile shy but certain, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Really good," she said, her hands slipping under his shirt, fingers brushing his skin, the contact sparking a jolt, her touch igniting a fire that shrank the room, the bed their world, the orbs’ glow a soft pulse.

Their touches grew bolder, Alex’s hands stroking her thighs, fingers tracing slow paths, drawing a moan, her legs parting slightly, inviting more.

Her hands mirrored his, fumbling but eager, finding his rod through his pants, her touch tentative, then firmer, a gasp escaping as she felt him, the sensation electric, the room’s intimacy a secret cocoon, their breaths a shared rhythm.

"Alex," she whispered, her voice raw with wonder, her hand stroking his rod, fingers learning his shape, her lips parted, the lamp’s light dancing across her face, her golden hair spilling wildly, the bed creaking beneath them.

He groaned, his voice teasing, his hand sliding to her cave, fingers brushing the warmth through her tunic, her moan louder, her hips shifting toward his touch, the connection raw.

"You’re killing me, Sylra," he said, his tone thick with desire, fingers stroking gently, guided by her gasps, the room’s cedar scent blending with their heat, the orbs’ glow a faint heartbeat.

Sylra’s hand tightened on his rod, her strokes surer, her shyness shed, her voice a breathless laugh.

"Says the one making me dizzy," she teased, her cave pressing against his fingers, her body trembling, the bed a cradle for their exploration, the room’s warmth holding their secrets, their touches a language of desire.

They continued, hands stroking, bodies shifting, Sylra’s moans mingling with Alex’s groans, their kisses breaking for gasps, their touches intimate but restrained,

"This is insane," Sylra murmured, her voice raw, her hand steady on his rod, her cave pulsing under his fingers, the lamp’s glow casting their flushed faces in soft light.

Alex’s red eyes glinted, a sly grin spreading, her touch sending sparks through him, her soft moan vibrating in the air, the moment electric.

"Fuck, Sylra," Alex murmured, his voice low, teasing, fingers stroking her cave, the heat guiding him, her hips rocking into his hand, her moan louder, needy, filling the room. "You’re killing me," he said, lips brushing hers, the kiss quick, hungry, his hand steady, her gasps egging him on, the cedar air thick with their heat.

Sylra’s laugh was shaky, her lips parted, hand tightening on his rod, strokes bold now, her shy side gone.