Lyra's giggle broke the quiet, her voice light but edged with excitement as she leaned back against me, her body pressed against the iron bars.
"Finally… the rough stuff. I like it," she said, her chuckle low and teasing, her green eyes glinting with a challenge as she glanced over her shoulder at me.
I grinned, my hands tightening on her hips, the heat of her skin fueling the fire in my veins.
"Sure thing, baby," I said, my voice rough with want. "I'll give you something you can't even imagine." For more chapters visıt nοvelfire.net
My fingers moved to the front of her red one-piece, the fabric already torn at the back. With a swift, deliberate pull, I ripped it open completely, the sound of shredding cloth sharp in the air.
The dress fell away, pooling in a heap on the ground, leaving Lyra fully naked. Her naked soft big tits and curves were bathed in the reddish-pink neon glow from outside, her nipples hard, her body unapologetically bare in front of Alaric and Afa across the room.
Lyra didn't flinch, her confidence radiating as she stood tall, one hand gripping the bars for balance.
I caught Alaric's eyes narrowing, Afa's lips twisting into a scowl. "Look at these fuckers here, my lord," Afa spat, her voice dripping with disgust as she clung to Alaric's side, her dark curls bouncing as she shot us a glare.
I smirked, my hands sliding up Lyra's body to cup her tits, my fingers kneading her soft skin as I pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the side of her neck. "What's that, Afa? You jealous?" I taunted, my voice low and mocking as I felt Lyra's body respond, her breath hitching under my touch.
Lyra laughed, her head tilting back against my shoulder, her blonde hair spilling over my arm. "Yeah, she looks like she's about to cry," she teased, her voice playful but sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. She arched into my hands, her body moving with mine, completely unfazed by Afa's glare.
I chuckled, my fingers finding Lyra's nipples, giving them a gentle tug that made her gasp. "Guess Alaric doesn't have that much charm in him," I said, my lips brushing her ear as I spoke, loud enough for them to hear. My hands roamed her body possessively, staking my claim in front of our audience.
Lyra moaned softly, her voice a mix of pleasure and defiance as she leaned into me. "Yeah… he looks so creepy anyway," she said, her words punctuated by a breathy laugh. "What even is that guy? A vampire? An alien?" Her tone was mocking, but her body was all heat, her hips shifting on my dick as my hands continued their work.
I grinned, my lips trailing down her neck as I slid one hand lower, slipping between her thighs. My fingers found her slick folds, rubbing slowly, deliberately, drawing a low moan from her. "Heh, yeah, babe, he's an alien," I said, my voice rough with amusement and desire. "Thinks he's gonna take over the world or some shit."
Lyra's moan grew louder, her body trembling under my touch as she gripped the bars tighter. "Ahhh… as if a creep like that could ever pull it off," she said, her voice thick with pleasure but still sharp with defiance. Her hips rocked against my hand, her slickness coating my fingers as I moved faster, teasing her pussy closer to the edge.
Alaric's red aura flared, his patience snapping like a frayed wire.
"What the fuck are you guys blabbering about, huh?" Alaric growled, his voice low and dangerous, his red eyes glowing like embers in the dim light. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight as he glared at us, clearly itching for a fight.
I smirked, unfazed, my fingers thrusting deeper into Lyra's slick heat, making her body arch against the bars. "Nothing, just having some basic bed talk after spotting a weird-ass alien," I said, my voice dripping with mockery as I leaned in to kiss Lyra's neck, feeling her pulse race under my lips.
"Ahh… yeah!" Lyra jolted, a moan escaping her as she gripped the bars tighter, her green eyes sparkling with defiance and pleasure. "He's got a point, Alaric. You do look like you crawled out of a sci-fi flick," she teased, her voice breathy but sharp, egging him on.
Alaric's eyes narrowed, his red aura flaring brighter, casting a crimson glow across the room.
"You fuckers!" he snarled, stepping closer to Afa, his voice thick with rage. "Do you even know who you're messing with?"
Afa reached out, her hands cupping his face, her dark curls framing her worried expression.
"My lord, don't let them provoke you," she said softly, her voice pleading as she tried to calm him down, her fingers brushing his jaw.
"Shut up!" Alaric snapped, grabbing her wrist and yanking her toward the steel bars. He spun her around, her hands instinctively grabbing the bars for support, her back pressing against his chest.
His hands moved fast, seizing the hem of her mini skirt and tearing it apart with a sharp rip, the fabric falling away to leave her completely naked. Her skin gleamed in the faint light, her curves exposed to the charged air of the room.
Afa exhaled, her breath shaky but eager. "Yeah, my lord," she said, her voice low and fervent. "Use me. Show them who the true ruler is." Her words were a challenge, a spark thrown into the fire, and she arched her back, pressing herself closer to Alaric, ready for whatever he had planned.
Alaric's chest heaved, his red eyes locked on me, a dangerous grin curling his lips.
"I'll show you all who you're messing with," he said, his voice rough with promise, his aura pulsing like a heartbeat.
He positioned himself behind Afa, his hands gripping her ass, his body radiating dominance.
Lyra and Afa now faced each other, their hands clutching the steel bars, their bodies bare and vulnerable yet defiant. Lyra's eyes met Afa's, a silent challenge passing between them, while Alaric and I stood behind our women, our bodies primed, our dicks hard and ready, the air crackling with the promise of a new show—a clash of power and desire.
My black aura swirled stronger, tangling with Alaric's red glow, the room humming with the energy of our unspoken rivalry.