Chapter 30 - Flames of Want 3 (R18)
Liam's breath came in ragged bursts—moonlight spilling through the trees, flickering wild as Selene straddled his lap, rocking slow and deliberate—her tan skin slick with sweat, gleaming in the silver sheen. Her shirt was long gone—breasts swaying with each grind, nipples dark against the glow—her claws dug into his chest—light but sharp, leaving faint red trails that tingled under the cool air. Her tail coiled tight around his thigh—a possessive grip—her hips pressed harder—heat seeping through her trousers—her lips parted, sharp teeth glinting as she snarled, "More—give it all, Hero," her voice a feral rasp over the rustling leaves.
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Erynn knelt beside him—her bare skin glowing pale—golden curls plastered to her flushed face, sticking to her neck as she leaned close. Her lips roamed his throat—soft, wet kisses trailing to his jaw, her breath hot and quick—her hands unlaced his trousers fully, shy fingers brushing him, then bolder, guiding him free with a trembling gasp that echoed in the hollow. Her breasts pressed his arm—soft, warm, nipples grazing his skin—her whimpers rose as she arched into him, golden hair a curtain spilling over his shoulder—her scent sweet with ash and want, her touch leaving heat in its wake.
Lysandra ruled above, her clothes shed somewhere in the grass, her toned frame glistening—silver hair a wild cascade as she straddled his hips, her weight pinning him to the damp earth, firm and unyielding. Her trousers clung tight—damp with sweat—her heat radiated through, a steady pulse against him—her hands gripped his wrists, pinning them above his head, muscles flexing under moonlit skin. She kissed him deep—lips fierce, tongue claiming—then slow, savoring, her silver eyes locked on his—molten with pride and hunger—her breasts brushed his chest—firm, slick—silver strands tickling as she rocked, her groans rumbling low.
It blurred—Selene's snarls filled the hollow, her claws raking his back—harder now, scratches stinging as she moved faster—her tan skin flushed deep, sweat beading down her spine, pooling at her hips where his hands gripped tight. Erynn's cries climbed—soft hands trembling, guiding him, her body shaking as she pressed tight—golden curls bouncing, her pale skin glowing red with exertion, her lips sucking his neck, leaving faint marks that cooled in the breeze. Lysandra's rhythm deepened—silver hair swinging, her groans sharp—muscles taut under his grip as he broke free, hands sliding up her sides—thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts, her skin hot and slick, her breath hitching with every thrust.
A tidal wave crashing through—Liam's cut vanished, the sting erased from his cheek; Erynn's scorch faded, her arm smooth and pale once more; Selene's scratches healed, Lysandra's fatigue melted—his power pulsed, binding them, fueling them. Sensations collided—Selene's feral grind, Erynn's soft collapse, Lysandra's commanding weight—until they fell, a sweaty heap on the grass—breaths heaving, skin glistening—moonlight painting them in silver and shadow, leaves rustling soft overhead.
The system pinged—Bond Strengthened: Lustforge Activated. Level Up: 6. Rewards: Stamina +2 (11), Energy +2 (9), Ability Unlocked: Lust Pulse (Stamina Boost Aura). Liam panted, a grin breaking—Level 6, Stamina 11, Energy 9.
Selene sprawled beside him—tan skin flushed deep—her tail curling loose over his leg, claws tracing lazy swirls on his arm as she caught her breath, sweat beading on her brow. "Fuck—Hero's got it," she rasped, smirking—her chest rose slow, dark hair wild across her sharp face—crimson eyes glinting with sated fire, her voice rough from snarling.
Erynn curled against his side—breathless, golden curls a tangled mess sticking to her cheeks—her hand rested on his chest—soft, steady—her pale skin warm in the moonlight's glow. "That was... wow—felt you heal me," she murmured, green eyes soft, tracing his face—her voice a whisper, awe threading through exhaustion as she nestled closer, her warmth grounding him.
Lysandra sat up—silver hair a chaotic cascade—muscles flexing as she grabbed her tunic from the grass, pulling it over her head with a faint rustle that broke the quiet. A rare grin broke—sharp, fleeting—moonlight gilding her jaw as she said, "Power's real—fought today, fueled us tonight." She leaned over, kissing him slow—lips lingering, pride in her silver eyes—then pulled back, buckling her armor with a soft clink—steady despite the faint tremble in her hands, her breath still uneven.
Liam lay there—cloak bunched beneath him—the hollow silent but for the rustling leaves, the camp's distant hum a faint echo through the trees, soldiers and survivors oblivious far off. Maltheris hit and ran—border games, king's hunch—but he'd fought, leveled up—Hero, not some green kid. "Next fight," he said, voice hoarse, throat dry from exertion, "we're unstoppable."
Selene tugged her shirt on—chuckling low—her tail flicking as she stretched, claws retracting into her fingertips. "Damn right—claws, steel, and that? Maltheris is fucked." Her smirk lingered, a final tease as she flopped back, staring at the stars peeking through the branches.
Erynn pulled her cloak tight—giggling soft—golden curls spilling free, her smile sleepy but playful. "This spot's ours now—sleep, then more?" Her wink was faint, exhaustion tugging her eyes half-closed as she nestled into his side, her breath slowing.
Lysandra nodded— securing her clothes, her silver hair tied back with a quick tug—tunic smooth over her frame. "Dawn's soon—back to camp, rest. Borders wait." Her tone was firm, but her glance lingered—team, not just leader—silver eyes catching the last glints of moonlight as she stood, brushing grass from her knees.
Liam sat up slow—cloak loose around his shoulders—the hollow's stillness wrapping them, the air cool against his sweat-slick skin—campfires a distant glow beyond the trees. The lustforge hummed—Level 6, Stamina 11, Energy 9, Lust Pulse ready—his power binding them tighter, a weapon forged in heat. Next time, he'd lead—sword up, and they'd damn well feel it.