Chapter 108: Never in Charge...
Lyra kept grinding against Zen, lost in the thrill of control.
Her slick pussy slid faster along his throbbing cock, soaking the thin fabric between them. Soft moans spilled from her lips with every roll of her hips. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the quiet tent.
Still, she wanted more.
With a wicked little smile, she slid down his body. Her cool fingers worked quickly at his pants, tugging them open and pulling them down just enough to free his cock.
The thick length sprang out, the flushed head already glistening with precum. Lyra’s violet eyes darkened with hunger as she wrapped her cool hand around the base. She gave him one slow, firm stroke, feeling him twitch in her grip.
"Mmm," she hummed softly in satisfaction. "Look at you. So hard for me already."
She leaned in and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the tip. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting the salty heat of him.
Zen’s cock twitched hard in her hand. A low, deep rumble sounded in his chest, but he stayed perfectly still otherwise, watching her with that calm, intense gaze.
Then she took him deeper. Her lips stretched around his girth as she sank down, taking as much of him as she could manage. The intense heat of his cock against her cool tongue made her shiver with pleasure.
She sucked gently at first, savouring the weight of him on her tongue.
"Ahh..." Lyra moaned around him, the sound vibrating along his length.
Zen’s breathing grew heavier. His thighs tensed under her, and another quiet groan escaped him as her tongue worked along the underside of his shaft.
Then she added more pressure, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm. Wet, obscene sounds echoed softly in the tent as she worked him with her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue on every upstroke.
His cock throbbed against her tongue with every pass. But Zen kept his eyes locked on her face the entire time, watching her silver hair sway and her lips stretch around him.
He didn’t fight the gravity pinning his wrists, but his body betrayed how good it felt.
Lyra pulled back with a soft pop. Strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to his glistening cock. She looked up at him through her thick lashes, eyes bright with triumph.
"Still think you’re the one in control, Emperor?" she whispered teasingly. "I could keep you like this all night."
Without waiting for an answer, she sank back down, taking him even deeper this time.
Her head moved with more confidence, lips sliding smoothly along his shaft. Soft, needy little moans slipped from her throat with every bob. "Mmm... hah..." The vibrations travelled straight through him.
Lyra could feel him throbbing against her tongue, and it only fueled her. She worked him a little longer, savouring the power she held in this moment.
Then, with a playful glint in her violet eyes, she slowly pulled off him. A wet pop sounded as his cock left her mouth, shiny and glistening with her saliva.
She cupped her full breasts in both hands and pressed them together around his slick cock, enveloping him in soft, cool flesh.
Her hard nipples brushed against her own palms as she started moving. Up and down, slowly at first.
The head of his cock disappeared between her tits with every stroke, then reappeared shiny and flushed at the top.
She kept her eyes locked on his face the whole time, with a smug, triumphant smile playing on her lips. Every time his cock twitched hard between her breasts, she gave a soft, satisfied hum.
She squeezed them tighter, sliding faster now. Her spit and his own precum made the motion smooth and slick. The friction felt incredible against her sensitive skin, and anytime her nipples dragged along the sides of his thighs, it sent little sparks of pleasure straight down to her core.
"You feel so good like this," she murmured in a low and sweet voice. "All mine to play with."
She kept the rhythm going for a long moment, watching every flicker in his expression.
But teasing him like this was only making her own ache worse. Lyra let out a hot, breathy sigh and finally slowed her pace.
Still squatting between his legs, she sat back on her heels and let her boobs go. Her cool fingers immediately slid down to wrap tightly around his slick cock, seamlessly taking over the rhythm with her hand to keep him perfectly on edge.
She then spread her knees wider on the ground, giving him a full, unobstructed view of her entrance from where he sat on the edge of the table.
One hand drifted slowly down her own body. Zen’s gaze followed every single movement, looking down at her with a dark, focused intensity.
Her fingers slipped between her legs and found her soaked pussy. She was dripping now, her folds slick and swollen from all the grinding earlier.
She rubbed slow circles over her swollen clit, then pushed two fingers inside herself with a shaky breath.
A soft, needy moan escaped her.
She kept stroking his cock with her other hand while she fingered herself, making sure he could see everything. Her breasts swayed gently with the motion.
Her silver hair spilled over her shoulders and brushed against her flushed skin. Her hips rocked slightly in time with her fingers as pleasure built inside her.
"Look at me, Emperor," she breathe with her eyes half-lidded with arousal. "Watch what you do to me."
She pumped her fingers deeper, curling them just right, while her thumb kept rubbing tight circles on her clit. Her breathing grew ragged; little whimpers mixed with her moans as she chased her own pleasure right in front of him.
All while her hand continued working his throbbing cock in steady strokes.
Right then, the mana bridge between them finally opened.
Cool, violet Aether poured directly from Lyra into Zen’s mind. True to her nature, she tried to weave a localised gravity well right around his consciousness.
She wanted to build something tight and confining, and then keep him trapped in her mental grip so she could stay firmly in control. She pushed harder, flooding his mind with her power, certain she had him locked down.
For a split second, she really thought it was working. A rush of pure satisfaction filled her chest.
But then, everything changed.
Zen’s eyes sharpened. Playtime was over.
With a single pulse of his aura, the gravity restraints around his wrists shattered like glass.
The bands dissolved into harmless sparks of purple light that faded in the air.
Before Lyra could even gasp, he moved.
He reached down, grabbed her securely by the waist, and effortlessly hauled her up from the floor. In one smooth, fluid motion, he lifted her and pushed her backward. Her bare back hit the obsidian table with a firm thud.
He immediately pinned her arms above her head, easily locking both of her wrists in his grip with just one large hand.
His powerful body covered hers completely. The heavy, dominant weight of him pressed her down into the cool stone, and his hot, thick cock rested perfectly against her soaked entrance.
Lyra’s eyes widened. The triumphant smirk vanished from her face in an instant.
Zen didn’t give her time to recover; he claimed her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss.
This time he set the rhythm completely.
His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her, owning her. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world and every intention of breaking her apart.
His free hand roamed down her body without hurry. He squeezed one full breast, rolling her sensitive nipple between his fingers until she whimpered into his mouth.
Then he slid lower. His fingers found her dripping folds and stroked her with slow, confident touches. He circled her swollen clit, then pushed two thick fingers inside her, curling them just right.
Lyra gasped hard against his lips.
Her body completely betrayed her the second he took over. When his fingers stretched her open, her hips instinctively arched right off the table to chase his hand.
She tried to keep her breathing steady, but it was impossible. Her thighs fell wider apart, melting completely under his dominant touch.
Every expert stroke sent hot jolts of pleasure straight through her core, making her toes curl tight. Her pussy clenched tightly around his fingers, soaking them with her arousal.
The mental shift hit her next.
Zen crushed through her mental labyrinth like it was made of paper. Her carefully built walls of logic and control crumbled under the raw power of his presence.
The Aether she had tried to trap him with now flowed back into her, twisted and amplified by his burning core, overwhelming every defence she had.
She was no longer the manipulator.
A broken, needy moan tore from her throat.
Zen pulled back just enough to look at her face. His voice was low and calm, but it carried absolute authority.
"You were never in charge, Lyra."
He kept fingering her steadily, drawing more desperate sounds from her. Her silver hair spread wildly across the dark table. Her cheeks were flushed deep red. Her breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath.
The composed Goddess of the Aether Domain had completely fallen apart. The brilliant architect of the continent was left trembling and helpless, reduced to a breathless, euphoric mess who could only helplessly grind against his hand.
She didn’t want to fight anymore. She wanted to submit. She wanted him to take everything.
And Zen was only getting started.