Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Eira Dreaming of Fucking Lynx Chapter 46: Eira Dreaming of Fucking Lynx
"What the hell.. " Lynx said, then he glanced at Daniel. "Dude why is your girl begging me to fuck her"
Daniel stepped out of his room. "First of all, we are just friends with benefits. Second of all, she couldn’t get you out of her head. After she saw you that day, she was constantly dreaming about you.
Then after your fight, which blowed the fuck up on Instalite. She rushed here... to this damn room and almost killed me begging me to help her. She even chased Peter out of the Room. And here we are."
Lynx looked at Eira again, her dark hair cascading over her back, her skin slightly tanned. Her eyes dark as night and very sultry. Her breast was big, really big. Her bra doing nothing to cover her big breasts. Her ass round and full.
Lynx gulped. "Shit, she was made for sex. No wonder Daniel said she was very sweet and now I’m definitely going to fuck her. My transcendent charm is terrifying". Lynx thought as he gazed at her, studying every inch of her body.
She felt his gaze "Lynx I’ve been dreaming about you, your tongue exploring everywhere on My body. Your hands on my breast, I’ve been dreaming. Please fulfill this dream, let this beautiful dream become reality" Eira begged shameless, her voice definitely not sounding like she’s begging.
She crawled to where Lynx stood and raised her head. Her eyes met his. Her dark eyes met his Heterochromatic Blue and Silver eyes. His overly handsome face that surpass the human standards.
Lynx who is really horny now, crouched slightly and carried her in princess style, picking her up as if she weighed like paper.
"Well I can’t say no to a beautiful woman who’s begging me to fulfill her beautiful dream. What’s your name." He whispered slowly.
Eira shivered as she felt his breath on her ear. Her pussy getting more wet. "Eira"
Lynx glanced at Daniel and smiled. "After I’m done with her, she would never come back to you bro. Thanks for the food" Of course he said that inwardly.
Daniel who was unaware of Lynx thought just smiled back at Lynx and nodded.
Lynx locked his translucent door and placed Eira on his bed.
Eira’s breath caught as she bounced slightly on the bed, her dark eyes fixed on him with a hunger that bordered on worship.
The translucent door clicked shut behind him, he moved slow, and deliberate.
His heterochromatic eyes never leaving hers as his fingers found the buttons of his uniform shirt. One... Two... Three.
The fabric parted, revealing the chest that looked like a sculptor had spent centuries on it perfectly carved, faintly glowing, moonlight trapped under pale skin.
Eira’s mouth went dry.
His shirt dropped to the floor. Then his belt.
The clink of metal was the only sound in the room besides her ragged breathing.
"You’ve been dreaming about this," Lynx said. Not asking her a question. His voice was low on purpose, carrying an edge that made her thighs press together.
"Yes," she breathed.
"Tell me what you dreamed."
He stepped closer. His trousers slid down, and she saw the bulge straining against his underwear... thick, heavy, impossibly large even through the fabric.
Her heart hammered.
"Your tongue," she managed. "Your hands. Everywhere." She swallowed. "I dreamed you took me apart. Piece by piece."
A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. "And now?"
"Now I want you to make it real."
Lynx hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pushed them down.
Eira’s eyes widened. Her breath stopped.
His cock stood hard, thick as her wrist, nine inches of veined, glistening flesh that seemed to pulse with a faint golden light.
It glowed from within, like a slow burning ember trapped under skin, and she could feel the heat radiating from it even from where she sat.
"W-what the f-fuck," she whispered.
"Never seen one like it?" His voice was calm, almost amused.
"I’ve never seen..." She licked her lips. "That big thing is going to split me in half."
"Probably." He stepped closer. "But you will take it."
It wasn’t a question, nor was it permission. It was a statement of fact, and somehow that made her wetter than any sweet talk ever had.
She reached for him. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, and she felt the warmth thrum against her palm, alive, pulsing.
The glow intensified where she touched him. Her thumb traced the ridge of the head, and he inhaled sharply.
"You like that," she said, finding her confidence.
"I like your hands on me." His voice had dropped lower. Rougher. "Now put your mouth where they are."
She didn’t hesitate.
Eira leaned forward, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she parted her lips and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
The taste hit her first, not the salt and musk like taste she was expecting. It was something sweeter, like honeyed wine and sweet. She moaned around him, and the vibration made his hips buck.
His hand found the back of her head. Not pushing. It was Just there. Ownership.
She took him deeper. Her tongue traced the underside, swirling around the head before she sank lower, her throat stretching to accommodate his girth. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.
The taste of him was addictive, the weight of him on her tongue exactly what her dreams had promised.
His breathing grew uneven. "Fuck."
She looked up at him through her lashes, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and the sight of his silver streaked hair falling over his forehead, his glowing golden ringed Heterochromatic blue and silver eyes half lidded with pleasure, sent a pulse of heat straight to her core.