Chapter 398 Mira's night I: Measured [R-18]
FLAP! FLAP! Arad flew over a large rock in the middle of the sea, an isolated piece of land the size of a few houses. It was enough for his draconic body to land, leaving some extra space.
As he landed, Mira slowly climbed down his wing and stood on the jagged black stone. The salty and cold breeze of the sea washed over the body, causing her to shiver.
"Cold!" She gasped, clinging closer to Arad's warm arm.
Arad stared at her with a smile, shifting back to his humanoid form, "A beautiful place. Isn't it?"
He looked around, stopping to look at the glittering waves, and smiled, taking a deep breath. "I can smell them from here, large fishes swimming underwater."
"Smell what?" Mira stood beside him and asked, looking at the water with him.
"A delicious large fish the size of a house," Arad mumbled, "But that can wait for later. We have more important things to do," putting his hand on her shoulder, Arad pulled her closer with a smile.
With a smile, Mira stared back, "On jagged stones? You're a bit too rough,"
Arad giggled, "Of course not," Lifting his hand, a wave of his void rushed forth, and a whole set of furnishing popped out of the mist. A large bed with a blue sheet, a table, and two chairs.
"I made those," She pinched Arad's face, "Thought I wouldn't notice with a thick layer of paint and new sheets?"
"I painted them like this since you left them barewood." Arad said with a passive face, "You're the one who said it's bad for the wood."
Mira giggled, "You were listening then," She grabbed onto his shoulder and pulled her body up with one arm, reaching to his face and kissing the spot where she pinched him, "Sorry about that. Did it hurt?"
Arad shook his head, "Not one bit," He patted her head, "You shot a nail through my knee, and now you ask if I felt pain after a pinch?"
Mira giggled, "Well, sorry about that." her hand slipped down to his knee, "I know just how durable you are," She giggled, "And how hard can you get,"
With a swift swing from his arm, Arad picked Mira and started walking toward the bed. No use wasting more time, even if the night is still long.
He laid Mira on the bed and sat beside her, "It's quite cold here. For you isn't it?"
Mira swung her body to sit on his lap, "We should stick closer then," She giggled, her hand sneaking its way beneath his shirt.
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Inside Arad's head, Doma dragged Mom deeper into Arad's mind with a smile, ^[We're going to sleep, enjoy]^ Her voice faded away like a coin dropping into a dark well.
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As Arad felt her hand sliding beneath his clothes he smiled, reaching with his hand beneath her shirt and gently pulling it up, his hands stucking beneath her chest. "Want to take it off?" He smiled as she clenched her chest on his hand.
"Don't want to, it's cold," She smiled, "Unless you take yours first, then I can have something to lean onto," She grabbed his shirt, pulling it up above his head.
Mira couldn't help but smile, her lips curling up as she saw Arad's chest pushing against his tight tank top. No, it wasn't tight. Arad's chest was bigger than the biggest tank top they could buy. His arms were larger than her thighs, and the heat radiating from his body felt as warm as sitting beside a warm stove.
"You weren't this hot last time," She smiled, dragging her fingers on his tank top and taking it off, "What should I do with that?"
Arad stared at her, confused for a second, but he decided not to meddle and let her do her thing, "Who knows, someone might have said it felt cold around here."
Mira giggled, sitting her head on his bare chest, "I can't hear your heartbeats. It's both a sad and a relieving feeling," She stared into his eyes, "There is no heart here to kill, but nothing for me to listen for."
In a dangerous world, the heart was seen as a weakness. A place where a single stab could end the mightiest of warriors.
A sword to the heart is a common way to die in this cruel world.
"There is no need to be sad," Arad wrapped his arms around Mira's neck, pulling her head closer to his chest. Ba-dump! Ba-dump! "You can pull my heart from the void with one word, no matter how far it has sunk."
Mira giggled, hearing Arad's heartbeats loud and clear inside his chest. She turned toward Arad's chest and closed her eyes, resting her forehead on him.
"Well, last time you did me well," She went silent for a second and then took a deep breath. Rubbing her face on Arad's chest and taking a deep whiff. He smelled of lavender from the bath and had a tiny hint of blood on him.
Arad giggled, "What are you doing?" He asked.
"Just stay still," She growled with her face still buried in his chest, "I asked Eris for some nightly advice, and she gave me a whole book and a lecture. I will give it a try here,"
"She has some experience?" Arad asked looking at her face.
"She referred to the book every time she said something. I doubt she had any experience besides reading that." Mira replied with a smile, "Now, sit still,"
With a grin on her face, she reached down and grabbed the edge of his pants, pulling them down in one fell swoop.
"Fine by me," Arad replied, relaxing and falling on the bed, "Do what you want, for now. Ask me if you need any help."
Mira stared at him and smiled, "Start by sitting back up, and at the bed's edge if you please," She extended her hand and grabbed his wrist, helping him sit.
As Arad sat, Mira crawled between his legs and stared at the large hunk of meat ahead of her face. She paused for a second, "Definitely too big, and long," Using her palm, she closed her fist around his flesh, trying to give it a rough measure.
"Three fists and a bit more, around thirty centimeters. And it's larger than what my fingers can wrap around." She gasped, staring up at Arad, "No wonder this didn't fit last time,"
"Aella took it well," Arad replied, but Mira sighed, "Yeah, seeing how she could barely walk, she took it well."
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