Chapter 125.Erotism all around-6

Mylo gasped, his eyes flying open.

Reality crashed back in. He blinked, completely disoriented.

He wasn’t sitting up anymore. At some point during his trance, his primal instincts had taken over. He had pushed Tritia backward. He was currently looming completely over her, pinning her flat against the soft mattress, his body pressed intimately between her spread thighs.

“I—I’m so sorry!” Mylo panicked, trying to pull back.

But Tritia reached up, her arms wrapping securely around his neck, anchoring him exactly where he was. Her face was wildly flushed, her chest heaving, her crimson eyes practically glowing with pure, unadulterated desire.

“Don’t apologize,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his. “I’m already your mate, Mylo.”

The raw devotion in her eyes shattered his restraint.

Mylo lowered his head and captured her lips. The kiss was deep, wet, and passionate. He explored the hot, sweet taste of her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers.

“Mmph… nngh… haa…” Tritia let out a muffled, desperate moan into his mouth, her fingers digging into his hair.

He pulled back, his chest heaving, and buried his face in the crook of her neck, hugging her tightly against him.

“Let’s stop here for now,” Mylo whispered hoarsely, fighting every male instinct in his body to tear the suit off her. “Before I completely lose control.”

Tritia was blushing crazily, her body trembling with lingering arousal, but she smiled softly, her heart fluttering. “Hmm… okay.”

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[NOTIFICATION][NOTIFICATION]

Quest Complete!Quest Complete!

Prana Core Formed. Overall control increased.Prana Core Formed. Overall control increased.

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With his core finally stabilized, the chaotic, burning lust in Mylo’s veins instantly vanished. In its place, a crushing, bone-deep exhaustion crashed over him.

The adrenaline of the day completely drained away. Mylo slumped forward, his head dropping heavily against Tritia’s shoulder.

“I’m… so tired,” he murmured, his eyelids suddenly feeling like they were made of lead.

Tritia smiled softly, her crimson eyes melting with affection. “You’ve fought hard enough today. Come here.”

She gently pulled him down onto the soft, thick mattress he had bought for her. Shifting her body, she laid back and guided Mylo with her.

She pulled his head directly onto her chest. Mylo let out a long, contented sigh as his cheek pressed flush against the soft, warm, and heavy cushion of her bare cleavage, framed by the open collar of her bodysuit.

“Hmm. Sleep, Mylo,” Tritia whispered.

Reversing their usual roles, her slender fingers wove through his dark hair. She gently patted his head, rhythmically stroking his scalp. The sensation, combined with the steady, soothing heartbeat echoing beneath his ear, completely knocked him out.

Within minutes, Tritia’s own breathing evened out. Holding him tightly against her warm body, she fell into a peaceful sleep.

Hours later, Mylo’s eyes fluttered open.

The red-tinted light of the cave cast a beautiful glow over Tritia’s sleeping face. She looked stunning, her chest rising and falling rhythmically beneath him.

A quiet, intense wave of affection washed over him.

Moving slowly so he wouldn’t wake her, Mylo shifted up. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers. She tasted sweet, like the pastries they had shared earlier.

The kiss deepened on his end. His lips trailed down her jawline.

Unable to help himself, Mylo let his tongue dart out. He slowly licked the smooth, warm skin of her neck, tasting the faint saltiness of her sweat.

“Mmn…” Tritia stirred slightly in her sleep, a soft, breathy sigh escaping her lips as she arched her neck, giving him better access.

Mylo’s breathing hitched. His tongue dragged lower, tracing the exposed, sensitive skin of her collarbone, moving dangerously close to the heavy swell of her breasts.

The heat in his stomach flared violently.

No. Stop.

Mylo squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to pull back. If he kept going, he wouldn’t be able to stop, and he refused to take advantage of her while she was half-asleep.

He quietly slipped out of bed, leaving her resting on the mattress, and opened his System Store.

He needed a better weapon. His old machete had been chipped and battered to its absolute limit. Scrolling through the armory, he used his remaining gold to purchase a new blade.

Space rippled, and a heavy, dark weapon dropped into his hand.

It was a massive Broad-Cleaver. It was significantly longer than his old machete, but retained the same brutal, intimidating width. The thick, dark steel blade had a heavy belly, perfectly balanced to carry devastating kinetic force—designed specifically to hack through the dense bone armor of Narak’s monsters.

He gave it a practice swing. The satisfying whoosh cut through the air perfectly.

“Hmm… you stopped licking.”

Mylo jumped, nearly dropping the heavy sword.

He spun around to see Tritia sitting up on the mattress. She was stretching her arms elegantly above her head, the tight bodysuit straining deliciously against her chest. A wicked, playful smirk was plastered across her face.

“Y-You were awake?!” Mylo stammered, his face burning instantly.

“Hmm, maybe,” she giggled, leaning forward and resting her chin on her hands. “I was having a very nice dream about a certain someone’s tongue on my neck. It’s a shame he got scared and ran away.”

“I didn’t get scared!” Mylo defended himself, pointing the broadsword at the ground awkwardly. “I was just… letting you sleep!”

“Uh-huh,” Tritia teased, patting the empty spot beside her. “Well, since you’re awake, come back and finish what you started.”

Mylo chuckled, shaking his head at her relentless teasing. He unequipped the sword, sending it to his Storage, and walked back over to the bed.

“I can’t,” Mylo said softly, reaching down to cup her cheek. “I have to go back to Earth now. I’ve been gone too long.”

Tritia pouted, leaning her face into his palm. “You’re always leaving so soon.”

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he promised.

Tritia reached up, grabbing him by the collar of his coat, and pulled him down into a fierce, demanding kiss. She bit his lower lip playfully before releasing him.

“You better be,” she whispered.

With a final wave, Mylo commanded the system. The black void swallowed him, leaving Tritia entirely alone in the quiet cave.

For a long moment, Tritia just stared at the empty space where he had stood.

The lingering heat from his body and the phantom feeling of his wet tongue on her neck was driving her absolutely crazy.

She turned and dropped back onto the plush mattress.

“Ahn… Mylo…” she whimpered softly into the empty cavern.