Chapter 122.Erotism all around-3

Venice slipped completely under the heavy blanket, pulling Brandy close.

“Ahn…” Brandy gasped as Venice’s smooth hands traced down her stomach.

Brandy’s own hands moved blindly, finding the soft curves of Venice’s body. They didn’t cross the final boundaries, keeping the friction and heat focused between their wandering hands and the sensitive skin of their thighs and chests.

“Mmn… haa…” Venice breathed out, her back arching slightly under Brandy’s touch.

The air under the blanket grew thick and incredibly hot. Their breathing tangled together into a messy rhythm of quiet, desperate sounds.

“Nngh… Venice…” Brandy whimpered, her fingers gripping the bedsheets tight.

“Shh… mmh, right there,” Venice murmured, her own breath catching.

The heavy friction built, twisting the tension tighter and tighter until Brandy’s hips jerked. A muffled, breathless cry tore from her throat. “Haa… ahh!”

Beside her, Venice trembled, letting out a sharp, satisfying exhale as she rode out her own climax in the dark. “Mmn…”

Brandy collapsed onto her back, her entire body limp and completely exhausted. Her chest heaved, pulling in cool air from outside the blanket.

Venice shifted, resting her chin near Brandy’s shoulder.

“Don’t take any of this seriously, Brandy,” Venice whispered, her voice lazy and detached. “I’m strictly into men. It was just one night to take the edge off.”

Brandy blinked heavily in the dark. She let out a slow, tired breath and simply nodded.

Closing her eyes, the heavy exhaustion finally dragged Brandy down into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The clock ticked past ten at night. Mylo stepped out of his flat, fully clad in the dark, reddish-black leather of the Coat of Pariah.

The cool night air brushed past his face. He took in the quiet view of the city below, his thoughts racing.

I can’t take the same route as before, Mylo thought, pulling his collar up against the chill. Braden caught me walking down that main road. I need a detour.

He took a longer path, weaving his way through the bustling, brightly lit night market of the city.

Passing by a small shop, he paused. He stepped inside and bought a few soft clothes, hair accessories, and small treats, thinking of Tritia waiting for him.

With a swift mental command, the bags vanished directly into his Storage grid, hidden seamlessly from the world.

He finally arrived at the edge of the dark forest near Leh lake.

The silver moonlight bounced off the quiet, rippling water. Mylo stood in the clearing, taking in the serene view of Earth one last time.

“System,” Mylo murmured into the cold air. “Send me to Narak.”

Space warped instantly. The inky black orb swallowed him whole, spitting him out into the heavy, oppressive atmosphere of the other realm.

His eyes immediately adjusted to the harsh, bloody red tint of the lake. The entire world around him was painted in nothing but deep, desolate blacks and striking crimsons.

“Tritia?” Mylo called out softly, looking around the rocky shoreline.

Suddenly, a swift force rushed him from his blind spot.

Before he could even raise his hands to defend himself, something incredibly soft and squishy slammed directly into his chest.

“Oof! Nngh…!” Mylo groaned heavily, crashing flat onto his back against the hard, cold stone.

“Hmm! You’re finally back!”

A voice rang out right next to his ear. It was undeniably Tritia’s familiar, playful tone, but the pitch had shifted. It sounded richer, deeper, and distinctly more mature.

“Ah… what?” Mylo grunted, his head spinning as he forced his eyes open. “Haa…”

His jaw instantly dropped. His entire body froze in absolute, paralyzing shock.

Straddling his waist was a fully grown, breathtakingly beautiful woman. And she was completely naked.

Her vibrant crimson hair cascaded down in long, silky waves, framing a face that had lost all of its childish roundness, replaced by striking, elegant features.

The faint red tint of her smooth, unblemished skin glowed warmly in the dark. Her frame was no longer frail and thin; she possessed wide, inviting hips and a full, heavy chest that pressed softly against Mylo’s coat.

“Mmn…” she hummed happily, leaning her warm, bare weight entirely onto him.

Mylo’s brain completely short-circuited.

“W-What the-?!” Mylo shouted, his voice cracking wildly, his eyes wide as saucers as he stared at the gorgeous woman pinning him down. “Tritia?! What the hell happened to you?!”

“What the hell happened to you?!” Mylo shouted, his voice cracking wildly as his hands hovered uselessly in the air, terrified to touch her.

Tritia didn’t pull away. Instead, she let out a soft, pleased hum and leaned in even closer.

Her long, vibrant crimson hair fell forward like a silken curtain. It draped over Mylo’s shoulders, shielding them from the harsh red tint of the lake and caging them both in a tiny, private world.

The freezing air of Narak completely vanished, replaced by the intense, burning heat radiating from her bare skin.

Through the thick leather of his coat, Mylo could feel the undeniable, plush curves of her thighs bracketing his hips.

The soft, heavy weight of her newly matured breasts pressed flush against his chest. Every time she took a slow, happy breath, her warm, bare skin slid tantalizingly against the rough fabric of his clothes.

“Hmm… don’t you recognize your own mate, Mylo?”

Her voice vibrated right against his collarbone. It was a low, velvety purr that sent a violent shiver straight down his spine.

Her face was mere inches from his. He could see the sharp, elegant curve of her jawline, her full, flushed lips, and the faint, beautiful red luminescence that seemed to glow from beneath her skin.

Her eyes caught his. They were different now.

The innocent, frantic dependency he was used to seeing was completely gone. In its place was a deep, mesmerizing, and incredibly dangerous affection.

It was the gaze of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, and she was looking right at him.

She reached down, her warm, slender fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw.

“Ahn… I missed you,” she whispered, her sweet breath ghosting directly over his lips.

Mylo’s breath hitched violently in his throat.

The Sin of [Pleasure] instantly flared in his blood, roaring to life at the sheer friction and scent of her naked body pressed so intimately against his. He couldn’t look away from her. He couldn’t even force his arms to push her off.

“T-Tritia…” Mylo stammered, his heart hammering desperately against his ribs. “Seriously… how did you get so… big?”