Chapter 124.Erotism all around-5

The heavy, ragged sound of Mylo’s breathing filled the cave as he sat on the cold stone, desperately trying to cage the beast in his blood.

Tritia pushed herself up into a sitting position. She dusted off the sleek, reddish-black bodysuit, her crimson eyes softening with deep understanding.

“It’s the Prana,” she murmured gently, crawling closer to him. “Without a proper core, the curse’s energy is just running wild in your veins. But don’t worry, Mylo. I will teach you how to cultivate it.”

Before he could answer, a proud, competitive smirk touched her lips. “But first, look at what else my Prana can do!”

She stepped back into the center of the cave. Suddenly, a brilliant crimson aura erupted around her, casting a warm, beautiful light against the dark stone.

“I can control my size, but I can also do this,” she beamed. With a graceful flick of her wrist, a vibrant, dancing red flame materialized over her palm, lighting up her striking features.

In the blink of an eye, she blurred.

Whoosh!

She moved with terrifying, untrackable speed, reappearing right beside him in less than a second.

“My body heals almost instantly now,” she whispered proudly, leaning close. “And I don’t even need to eat for days! Hmm, aren’t I an amazing mate?”

Mylo chuckled, the suffocating tension finally leaving his shoulders. He reached out, his large hand gently resting on her head. He stroked her vibrant red hair, a soft, familiar rhythm that made her instantly melt.

“Ahn…” Tritia hummed happily, closing her eyes and leaning her cheek against his thigh.

“You’re incredible,” Mylo said warmly. “But speaking of not needing to eat…”

With a swift mental command to his System Storage, a small pile of sweet treats and pastries materialized in his lap. Then, with another command, a large, thick, incredibly soft mattress dropped onto the floor of the inner chamber.

“I didn’t want you sleeping on the cold stone anymore,” Mylo said softly.

Tritia’s eyes sparkled like stars. She let out a joyful squeal and tackled him, her sudden weight pushing him back against the plush mattress. She lingered there for a moment, burying her face in his neck and breathing in his scent before shifting to settle intimately against his side.

They spent the next hour tangled together on the edge of the new bed. Mylo leaned back against the wall, one arm wrapped securely around her waist, his hand continuously stroking her vibrant red hair. The tight, reddish-black bodysuit left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and Tritia deliberately pressed the heavy, soft curve of her breast flush against his ribs.

Mylo picked up a small, cream-filled pastry from the pile. “Open up,” he murmured, his voice dropping a fraction.

Tritia tilted her head up, her crimson eyes locking half-lidded onto his. She parted her lips slowly, a soft, teasing smile playing on her face. Mylo brought the sweet treat to her mouth, deliberately brushing it against her plush lower lip before letting her take a bite.

“Mmn…” she hummed happily, her eyes fluttering shut as she chewed.

A small drop of white cream caught on the corner of her mouth.

Mylo’s gaze darkened. Instead of handing her a napkin, he slowly lifted his hand. His thumb traced the soft, warm curve of her bottom lip, catching the sweet cream.

Tritia’s breath hitched. “Ahn…” she let out a soft, breathy sound. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward. Her tongue darted out, slowly and deliberately licking the sweet cream directly off his thumb. The wet, hot slide of her tongue against his skin sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to Mylo’s core.

“Delicious,” she purred, her chest heaving as she shifted closer, grinding her thigh subtly against his.

Mylo swallowed hard, the tension in the cave instantly thickening into something heavy and intoxicating. He picked up another piece of chocolate, feeding it to her slowly.

This time, as she took it, her teeth playfully nibbled at his fingertips, her tongue swirling around his index finger for a lingering second before she pulled back with a wicked, satisfied smirk.

She leaned her entire weight against him, perfectly content but radiating a suffocating, seductive heat. Every time his hand returned to pat her head, she would purr deep in her throat, shifting her hips and pressing her curves tighter against him, making it absolutely impossible for Mylo to ignore the desperate, raw chemistry burning between them.

“Alright,” Tritia said, getting in position. Her tone shifted into a serious, sensual cadence. “To form a Prana core, you have to focus on your Sin. You have to draw the raw energy of [Pleasure] directly into your mind and trap it there.”

Mylo closed his eyes, crossing his legs on the mattress. He tried to focus, trying to pull the chaotic, burning energy from his blood into a single point in his head.

Ten minutes passed in heavy silence.

“I can’t,” Mylo groaned in frustration, opening his eyes. “It’s scattered everywhere. I can’t force it.”

Tritia tilted her head. Her crimson eyes gleamed with a sudden, mischievous, and highly seductive idea.

“Hmm… your Sin is Pleasure,” she whispered, crawling forward on the soft mattress. “Sitting in silence won’t trigger it properly. You need a… simulation.”

Before Mylo could object, Tritia swung her leg over his lap.

She sat down directly between his legs, straddling his thighs. The soft, heavy heat of her body pressed flush against his stomach.

“W-Wait, Tritia, what are you doing?” Mylo stammered, his pulse immediately spiking as the curse flared.

“Teaching you,” she murmured, her voice dropping into a breathless, seductive purr. She took both of his hands and placed them firmly on her narrow waist. “Feel my body, Mylo. Let the pleasure build, but don’t let it consume you. Force it up into your mind.”

Mylo swallowed hard. His hands trembled slightly as his palms flattened against the skin-tight fabric of her suit.

He slowly traced his hands upward, following the sharp, breathtaking curve of her hips.

“Ahn…” Tritia let out a soft, involuntary moan, her head falling back to expose her slender neck.

Mylo’s breathing turned ragged. Encouraged by her sweet sound, his hands moved higher. He slid his palms up her ribcage until they found the heavy, soft weight of her breasts.

“Mmn… ah!” Tritia gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders tight.

Mylo began to gently massage her through the tight suit, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks. The fabric offered no resistance to the heat building between them.

“Haa… Mylo…” she whimpered, her hips shifting restlessly, grinding softly against his lap. “Nngh… more…”

The raw, physical pleasure exploded in Mylo’s veins like gasoline catching fire. But this time, instead of letting the lust hijack his body, he squeezed his eyes shut. He visualized the burning heat. He imagined grabbing the chaotic energy in his blood and violently dragging it up into his brain.

The sounds of the cave began to fade. Tritia’s sweet, breathless moans muted into a distant echo.

Mylo’s consciousness plunged into a dark, empty void. He floated in absolute nothingness. The pressure built in his skull, tighter and tighter, until-

CRACK.

A brilliant, burning spark ignited in the center of his mind. The chaotic energy snapped into a tight, swirling core of concentrated Prana.