Especially Lyra's current expression as she anticipated the movement of his slowly rising right hand, not daring to move.
Leaning forward he whispered in her ear, "What do you want me to do~" he huskily whispered as his finger arrived at her cave and began to rub the folds just above her thin purple panties.
"Mmmhh~" a loud moan escaped her lips. For a moment an expression of conflict appeared on her face before she spoke out loud what she wanted, "inside…" she shyly murmured.
Mikael squeezed her butttocks thighter while he began to press on the panties with his finger, "What~?" he once again murmured.
Feeling the teasing of Mikael and wanting his fingers inside her, she pushed through her shyness and exclaimed, "Inside. I want it inside! Mess me up!"
"Tch… and to think you play the shy bookworm. Turns out the quiet ones really are the wildest in bed."
Lyra blushed as she heard him speak but didn't have time to muster a reply as his lips crashed on her own while his finger bypassed her thin purples panties and entered her beginning to play with her soft walls.
"Thud"
Under Mikael's double assault, Lyra lost all strength in her arms. Already leaning backward, that final push was the last straw—her balance gave out, and she fell onto her back atop the desk.
Even as her position changed Mikael and her stayed connected with their lips as he followed her descent while continuously fingering her.
His movements were now faster and more precise than earlier and it showed as Lyra let out continuous moans, "Ahhh! Ummmh! Mmmm!"
Even as vagues of pleasure crashed into her, nearly overwhelming her, Lyra tried her best to return the pleasure she was receiving by giving her all in the kisses.
But because of the skilled fingers of Mikael who were playing with her flower garden she wasn't able to easily concentrate, causing her tongue to be repeatedly beaten in submission as Mikael continuously dominated her.
His fingers worked her relentlessly, dragging moans and tremors from her with every precise stroke—until the tension inside her finally snapped. Her body seized, her back arching as a cry of ecstasy tore from her lips.
"Nngggghhhhh~"
The sound was raw and unrestrained, echoing in the quiet room as her climax crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her inner walls clenched tight around his fingers, her entire body trembling as she clung to him.
"Ahhh… ahhh..." Lyra gasped for air, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Her mind was hazy, her thoughts scattered as the last waves of pleasure rolled through her.
Still holding on to Mikael, she blinked slowly, her cheeks flushed, her body slack and sensitive in his arms. A dazed smile played on her lips—one of satisfaction, of intimacy, of a shared moment too intense for words.
The next moment, Lyra's breath hitched as she felt his fingers still teasing her overly sensitive folds. "Mmm~ l-let me rest," she murmured, though the soft quiver in her voice betrayed her true feelings.
Mikael let out a low chuckle, pulling his fingers back slowly, coated in her arousal. "As you wish."
But the dazed look in her half-lidded eyes told another story. Her parted lips, the slight shift of her hips—it was clear she wasn't done.
He didn't make her wait.
With a single fluid motion, Mikael slipped his hand beneath her soaked panties—fabric clinging to her skin, flushed with heat. Lyra lifted her hips in silent invitation, and he slid the damp cloth down her thighs, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought. His gaze lingered on the glistening heat between her legs, desired flashing in his eyes.
Then, with calm purpose, he shrugged off his Taoist robes. His arousal stood firm and ready—throbbing with need as he brought it to rest at the entrance of her waiting core.
Slap.
The sharp sound of skin meeting skin echoed as Mikael plunged into her with a single, smooth stroke—his length burying deep, his tip kissing her deepest spot in a jolt of shared pleasure.
"Ahhhhnn~!"
"Arghh…"
Her breathless moan mingled with his low groan, the sound vibrating between them.
His hands shifted to cradle the curve of her waits. Slowly, he pulled back, inch by inch, her slick walls clinging to him—tight, needy, unwilling to let him go.
A plaintive whimper slipped from her lips when only his tip remained inside, her body trembling with anticipation.
Then, he slammed back into her.
Another deep thrust. Another cry of pleasure.
"Nhaaah~!"
Her arms looped tightly around his torso, fingers digging into his back as her body shivered from the overwhelming heat building between them.
There was no teasing now—no drawn-out buildup. Their pace quickly turned frantic, each thrust hungry and deep. The slap of skin against skin echoed through the room, her voice a series of helpless, bliss-filled moans that spurred him further.
Matching his rhythm with surprising fervor, Lyra moved her hips in sync, lifting to meet every powerful thrust. Each time, he reached deeper—filling her completely, again and again.
"Aahn! Nnh~ Mmm!" She continuously moaned, as she lightly bit her lower lips, eyes closing as she entirely focused on feeling him. Her mind stirred with how good it feel, 'I-it stretching me so tight, I can feel him pushing deep inside me, every time he thrust back his tip collide with the end of my cave.'
There was a certain sensuality and desire being silently exchanged between them as their being coiled around each other.
It didn't take long for her to once again start convulsing, arching her back and pressing her small but firm breast with pink tips once his chest as her electric shock went through her body as she felt his hot cum filled her at the same time as she climaxed.
Mikael let himself fall on her as the two took deep breaths from the exhaustion of their intense climax.
For a moment Mikael stayed in this position, with his head resting on her two soft pillows with Lyra soft arms tightly hugging him and her walls still clingy coiling around his manhood.
This relaxing moment didn't last long as two climaxes for her and a single for him were far from being enough, considering their vitality and the time since they last did it.
They then changed position, with Lyra now standing on her two feets with her hands positioned on the desk just before her. While her naked butt was pushed toward Mikael with her back curved in an erotic arc.
Lyra may not have the curviest body, compared with Kiara and Amelia she certainly was smaller but she still had curves in all the right places. Wide hips, small but perky breast and a bubbly and firm butt that was currently extended toward him.
She was fully leaning forward, exposing her ass even more as she gyrated her hips attracting his attention and tempting him to take her.
Mikael couldn't resist a scene like this one so he quickly crossed the distance separating them and quickly squeezed her bubbly butt before entering her with a powerful thrust
Her ass jiggled wonderfully under the collision, a hypnotic rhythm that echoed through the room. But Mikael's attention had already shifted—his lips brushing against Lyra's ear, catching the edge between his teeth with a teasing bite. The soft gasp she gave in response sent a jolt through him.
Lyra let out a mix of laughter and moans, her voice trembling as pleasure rippled through her. The sensation of his breath, hot and heavy against her skin, combined with the slow, deliberate motion of his hips, left her breathless. Her hands clutched at the desk for support, fingertips whitening as he moved deeper, grinding into her with a steady, maddening rhythm.
"Ahh… M-Mikael…" she whimpered, her voice thick with need. Her back arched, hips instinctively pushing back against him, urging him on without words.
Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time—fluid, hungry, intimate. Skin met skin with a soft, steady smack, each impact followed by the wet, subtle sound of friction and heat, underscored by Lyra's soft moans that grew louder with every deep thrust.
Her purple hair clung to her back, damp with sweat, as her breathing turned ragged. The glow of Qi powered lanterns cast golden light over her pale skin, highlighting every tremble, every shiver.
Mikael's hands slid along her waist reaching her perky breasts as he began to play with the soft mounds.
"Ahhhnn~"
A loud moan escaped Lyra's mouth as Mikael's finger began to tuggle and grasp her pink nipples. He then leaned forward again—his chest brushing her back, lips trailing down her neck.
"You feel incredible," he murmured into her skin, voice low and reverent.
Lyra could only respond with another breathless moan, her mind hazy with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. Every movement, every graze, seemed to send sparks shooting through her body. She felt full—claimed—in a way that words couldn't describe.
Mikael's pace quickened slightly, the tension between them building again. The desk creaked beneath her, a quiet counterpoint to the increasing rhythm of their bodies.
And yet, despite the rawness of it all, there was something deeply tender in the way he held her, the way their bodies stayed close even between thrusts. It wasn't just physical—it was trust, emotion, desire—all tangled into one.
Lyra's voice broke into a higher-pitched moan as her legs trembled beneath her. "I—I'm close," she whispered, her voice fragile yet urgent.
Mikael didn't say anything. He simply moved deeper, steadier, his touch never faltering—guiding her toward that final release.
When it finally hit, it was like lightning arcing through her veins. Her body clenched, trembled, then shattered into a wave of pleasure that left her helpless—no resistance, only sensation.
But it wasn't the end.
Mikael followed soon after, reaching his limit as thick strands of Yang Qi poured into her depths. The warmth of it marked her, amplifying everything. Her body responded instantly—her orgasm doubling, intensifying, her Yin Qi surging in turn and soaking Mikael's legs and the desk beneath her.
Even then, they didn't stop.
A quick flicker of magic cleaned the mess, but their bodies continued moving with the same relentless drive. Again and again, they came together, driven by an insatiable rhythm neither of them could—or wanted to—resist.
Hours blurred.
They lost track of time in the endless cycle of shared heat and breathless energy. Not until eight hours later did their bodies finally give in. Even their formidable stamina, enhanced by the 1st layer of the Spiritual Foundation Realm, had its limits.
By then, they had already moved to the bedroom midway through—abandoning the desk for something more fitting. Novelty had its place, but comfort, in the end, was hard to beat.
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