Chapter 86: I’m always with you
Vince’s arms tightened around Lyrielle as the spatial distortion settled. One moment the open night sky and cool grass, the next the familiar warmth of their rented room at the inn.
Soft lantern light glowed against wooden beams and thick curtains already drawn against the street. The bed waited, wide and solid, covers still turned down from earlier.
He set her down carefully, keeping her close so her bare feet touched the floorboards only for a second before he guided her back against the door. The emerald dress still hung half-open, silk slipping from one shoulder, the upper curves of her breasts exposed and rising with every quick breath. Her pointed ears were flushed deep pink, emerald eyes dark and uncertain and hungry all at once.
Vince cupped her face with both hands, thumbs stroking the high arches of her cheekbones.
"Still with me?"
He asked, voice low and rough.
Lyrielle nodded, then pushed up onto her toes and kissed him again—harder this time, tongue sliding into his mouth with a soft, needy sound. He answered by pressing her fully against the door, one thigh sliding between hers so the hard length of his cock ground slowly against the damp heat already soaking through her underwear. She gasped into the kiss, hips rolling of their own accord.
His hands moved lower. Fingers found the zipper again and drew it the rest of the way down. The dress loosened completely. Vince eased it off her shoulders, down her arms, past the soft swell of her hips until the silk pooled at her feet. She stood before him in only a thin pair of lace-edged panties, the fabric already darkened between her thighs. Her breasts were full and pale, nipples tight and flushed a deeper rose, rising and falling with each shaky inhale.
Vince’s gaze dragged over her slowly, openly. A low sound left his throat.
"Fuck, you’re beautiful."
He dropped to his knees.
Lyrielle’s back pressed to the door as he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and drew them down her legs. The cool air kissed her bare, slick folds. She shivered. Vince leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the soft skin just above her mound, then lower. His tongue parted her, slow and deliberate, tasting the wetness already coating her. She cried out softly, one hand flying to his hair, the other bracing against the door.
He licked her thoroughly—long strokes from entrance to clit, then focused circles around the swollen bud until her thighs trembled. Two fingers slid inside her easily, curling upward while his mouth sealed over her clit and sucked.
Lyrielle’s hips bucked. Wet sounds filled the quiet room. He worked her steadily, fingers pumping, tongue relentless, until her free hand slapped against the wood and her legs nearly gave out.
"Vince—please—"
He rose in one smooth motion, lifted her, and carried her the few steps to the bed. She landed on her back among the sheets.
He stripped quickly—coat, vest, shirt, trousers—until he stood naked, cock thick and hard and already glistening at the tip. Lyrielle’s eyes locked on it, lips parting.
He climbed over her, settling between her spread thighs. The head of his cock nudged her entrance, slick and ready. He held still, looking down into her face.
"Tell me you want this."
Lyrielle hesitated face flushed with a little embarrassment before replying.
"I want this,"
She breathed.
"I want you. Inside me."
He pushed in.
The stretch was deep and perfect. Inch by inch he filled her, thick and hot, until he was buried to the hilt and her walls fluttered around him.
Lyrielle’s head tipped back, a broken moan spilling from her throat. Vince braced on his forearms, forehead against hers, giving her a moment to adjust.
Then he began to move.
Slow, deep thrusts at first—pulling almost all the way out before sliding home again so she felt every ridge and pulse of him.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. Soft, wet sounds rose with every roll of his hips.
He kissed her neck, her jaw, the sensitive tips of her ears, whispering low praise against her skin while he fucked her steadily deeper.
"So tight... so wet for me..."
Lyrielle’s nails scored down his back. Her breasts bounced lightly with each thrust.
Vince shifted his weight, braced on one arm, and reached between them to rub tight circles over her clit with his thumb. Her back arched hard. The dual sensation—thick cock stretching her open and the relentless pressure on her swollen bud—pushed her higher, faster.
He changed the angle, hiking one of her legs higher so he could drive down into her with more force.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Lyrielle’s moans grew louder, less controlled. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around him, already close.
Vince’s control frayed. He fucked her harder, deeper, the bed creaking under them. Sweat slicked their skin. He captured one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked hard while his thumb kept working her clit. The dual assault shattered her.
Lyrielle came with a sharp cry, body locking tight around his cock, pulsing and squeezing as pleasure tore through her.
Vince groaned against her breast and kept thrusting through it, drawing the orgasm out until she was shaking and gasping his name.
"Ahn—Vince"
He didn’t stop.
He pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her stomach, then yanked her hips up so she was on her knees, chest pressed to the sheets. He entered her again in one smooth thrust from behind, hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave faint marks.
The new angle let him go deeper. Every stroke dragged against the sensitive front wall of her pussy. Lyrielle moaned into the pillow, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Vince leaned over her, chest to her back, one hand sliding under to cup her breast and pinch the nipple, the other reaching around to stroke her clit again.
He fucked her with long, powerful strokes, the wet sound of their joining loud and filthy in the quiet room. Her second orgasm built fast—tighter, sharper. When it hit, her walls clamped down so hard Vince cursed and buried himself to the root, hips stuttering.
Holy fuck
He pulled out, rolled her onto her back again, and pushed back inside before the aftershocks had even faded.
Face to face now. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half so he could drive down into her with short, brutal thrusts.
The position left her completely open, clit rubbing against his pelvis with every grind.
I’m being fucked like a slut right. I have cum twice already now and it’s making me go crazy.
She thought sticking her tounge out
Lyrielle’s hands scrambled for purchase on his shoulders, nails digging in. Her eyes were glassy, lips kiss-swollen, voice broken into soft, continuous moans.
Vince’s rhythm grew erratic. He was close. He reached between them again, fingers flying over her clit, determined to take her with him.
"Come again,"
He growled against her mouth.
"One more time. With me."
The dual stimulation—deep, relentless fucking and the direct pressure on her oversensitive clit—pushed her over the edge a third time. Her cry was muffled against his lips as her body seized, pussy milking his cock in hard, rhythmic pulses.
"Do it Vince!!"
She yelled with pleasure feeling his swollen cock inside her.
"Here it comes!"
Vince slammed home one last time and came with a guttural groan, cock throbbing deep inside her as he spilled, flooding her in thick, hot pulses.
He stayed buried, hips twitching through the last of it, forehead pressed to hers while they both struggled for breath.
Sweat cooled on their skin. The only sound was their heavy breathing and the distant muffled noise of the village banquet.
After a long moment Vince carefully eased out of her. A slow trickle of his release followed, slipping down between her thighs.
He gathered her against his chest, one hand stroking gently through her hair, the other resting possessively on the curve of her hip.
Lyrielle curled into him, face tucked against his neck, body still trembling faintly with aftershocks. Her fingers traced idle patterns over his chest.
"Still with me?"
He asked again, softer this time.
She pressed a slow kiss to the underside of his jaw.
"Yes,"
She whispered.
"I’m always with you."
Vince pulled the sheet over them both, keeping her tucked close.