Her fingers touched his chest, soft and warm with a pulse that responded to hers. "You feel… real now."
"Because I am."
She leaned closer.
Then his lips—formed just for this moment—brushed hers. Light. Electric.
She gasped against his mouth as his hands—liquid but shaped—ran along her sides, memorizing her with reverence.
"Is this okay?" he asked, voice low, reverent.
Lala nodded, breath caught. "I want to feel you."
Clothes melted away—hers and his—drawn back by thought, by desire, by consent.
What followed was slow. Unrushed.
His touch roamed across her body, pausing at her belly, fingers trailing over until her thighs parted willingly.
She arched into him, a soft cry caught in her throat as he put his head in between her thights, and started to eat her.
Every motion was intimate, precise, focused not on taking, but on giving—stretching her breath, her voice, her entire sense of self.
"I... hngh... I feel... a-ah... something's happening..." Lala struggled to breathe,her hands gripping the sheets.
"I—I don't know what's happening... hngh... but something's coming—ah…!" Lala moaned, breath catching in her throat.
Tension crashed over her all at once—
a liquid wave of pleasure that made her tremble.
Her body jerked, then slowly relaxed, gasping for air.
Scourge leaned in, lips barely brushing her ear, and whispered
"This is where the fun really begins."
"W–wait... not—"
Lala's words died on her lips the moment he entered her—
their bodies merging in a slow, steady rhythm,
his movements syncing perfectly with the wild beat of her heart.
"Aah—❤️"
She couldn't hold it back as the sensation rippled through her.
Their bodies met again and again, until thought gave way to instinct and instinct gave way to surrender.
For a moment, there was nothing else—no thoughts, no noise—just the two of them, completely entwined.
At the edge—where the stars blurred behind her eyes—Lala called his name.
And Scourge, still inside her, whispered it back with something close to worship.
"You are mine."
But not in control.
In connection.
And she answered without fear:
"Yes."
He gripped her hips tighter, driving deeper, claiming every inch of her with deliberate intensity.
Their lips met in a hungry kiss, and as their bodies pressed together, he spilled inside her with a shuddering breath.
Their kiss lingered—slow, consuming—as the pressure inside him coiled, tight and inevitable.
"The night's just beginning…" he murmured, eyes burning into hers. "And I plan to make you remember every second of it."
Author's Note:
This was my first time writing a smut chapter, so thank you for reading!I'm still learning and experimenting with tone, pacing, and how to keep things both emotional and intense.If you have any feedback, suggestions, or critiques—I'm absolutely open to them.Feel free to share your thoughts, and I'll do my best to improve with each chapter.