Chapter 343: Longing (2) [R-18]

Leon’s middle finger sank deeper into her wet folds, slow and deliberate. Thyra’s breath hitched, her hips twitching against his hand. He curled the finger slightly, searching, and when he found the slightly rougher spot inside her, her whole body jolted.

"There...?" He murmured against her breast, lips still brushing her nipple.

Thyra could only nod, eyes half-lidded. Leon added a second finger, stretching her gently, and began a steady rhythm—pushing in, curling, dragging out. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. Every time his knuckles pressed against her entrance, a soft, needy sound escaped her throat.

He kept his mouth busy as well, switching from one breast to the other, sucking and lightly grazing with his teeth while his free hand kneaded the soft flesh. Thyra’s fingers tangled in his hair, sometimes pulling, sometimes just holding on. Her thighs trembled on either side of his waist.

"Leon... slower—no, faster...!" She panted, voice breaking. She couldn’t seem to decide.

He chose for her, increasing the pace just enough to make her back arch off the bed. His thumb found the sensitive bud above her entrance and circled it in tight, firm strokes. Thyra’s moan turned sharp. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, fluttering.

"You’re close," He observed, a hint of that familiar smugness returning to his voice.

"Shut... up..." She managed, but there was no real heat in it. Her hips were moving on their own now, grinding down to meet every thrust of his fingers.

Leon didn’t tease her further. He kept the pressure steady, curling against that spot inside her while his thumb worked her in small, relentless circles. Thyra’s breathing grew ragged. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Then her whole body went tight...

"Ahn, Leon...!"

She came with a broken cry, thighs squeezing his hand, inner walls pulsing hard around his fingers. He worked her through it, slowing only when the strongest waves passed, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed back against the sheets, chest heaving.

For a few moments the only sound was their breathing. Leon carefully withdrew his fingers. They glistened in the low light. He wiped them absently on the sheets, then braced himself above her on one arm, watching her face.

Thyra’s eyes were hazy, cheeks flushed a deep pink. A small, satisfied smile curved her lips. She reached up and traced his jaw with her fingertips.

"Not bad... for a Tier One," She murmured, still a little breathless.

Leon huffed a quiet laugh. "I’ll take the compliment."

She stretched beneath him like a cat, then planted both hands on his chest and pushed. He let himself be rolled onto his back. Thyra straddled his hips again, sitting up. Her bare body was on full display—soft curves, still-flushed skin, a faint sheen of sweat. Leon’s gaze dragged over her without shame. She noticed and smirked.

"My turn," She said simply.

Her hands went to the collar of his shirt. With practiced ease she undid the fastenings one by one, pushing the fabric open and off his shoulders. Leon sat up just enough to help her pull it free, then sank back down. Her palms slid over his chest, feeling the muscle beneath, the faint scars earned in recent fights. She leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss just above his heart, then another lower, trailing toward his stomach.

When she reached the waistband of his trousers, she paused and looked up at him through her lashes.

"Lift."

He obeyed. Thyra hooked her fingers into the fabric and dragged both trousers and undergarments down in one smooth motion, freeing his cock. It sprang up against his lower stomach, hard and flushed. She tossed the clothes aside without looking where they landed.

For a moment she just studied him, head tilted. Then she wrapped her fingers loosely around the base and gave a single, slow stroke. Leon’s hips twitched.

"Sensitive," She noted, almost pleased.

She didn’t take him into her mouth. Instead she shifted her weight, swinging one leg over so she was sitting across his thighs, facing him. She pressed her legs together, trapping his cock between the soft, warm flesh of her inner thighs. The contact alone made Leon exhale sharply through his nose.

Thyra placed her hands on his stomach for balance and began to move.

She rolled her hips in a steady, deliberate rhythm, sliding the length of him between her closed thighs. The heat of her skin, the slight dampness still left from earlier, the smooth friction—it was maddening. Leon’s hands settled on her hips, not forcing the pace, just holding on.

"Like this?" She asked, voice low. She tightened her thighs a fraction more and dragged upward, the head of his cock catching briefly against the soft skin near her entrance before sliding back down.

"Fuck... yes," He muttered.

Thyra smiled, clearly enjoying the way his composure was fraying. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and picked up the pace. The wet sounds of skin against skin filled the room again, different this time—slicker, hotter. Every upward stroke dragged along the underside of his cock; every downward stroke pressed him firmly between her thighs.

Leon’s breathing grew heavier. His fingers flexed on her hips. Thyra watched his face the whole time, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. She could feel him throbbing against her. When she squeezed her thighs especially tight on an upstroke, a low groan escaped him.

"You’re staring," He said roughly.

"Of course I am." She rolled her hips in a small circle, grinding against the head of his cock for a moment before resuming the steady sliding motion. "You look good when you’re trying not to lose control."

Leon’s jaw tightened. He sat up halfway, one arm wrapping around her waist, and pulled her closer so her breasts brushed his chest. The new angle made the friction even more intense. Thyra’s rhythm faltered for half a second, then she adapted, using the leverage of his hold to move against him harder.

"Thyra..."

"I know." She kissed the corner of his mouth, soft and teasing. "You can let go whenever you want. I’m not stopping until you do."

Her thighs flexed around him again. The heat, the pressure, the sight of her moving on top of him while still completely bare—it built fast. Leon’s hand slid up her back into her hair. He pulled her into a deeper kiss, messy and open-mouthed, while his hips started to push up to meet her strokes.

Thyra moaned quietly into the kiss, clearly affected by the way he was reacting. She broke away just enough to speak against his lips.

"Come on, Leon. Let me feel it."

The soft command, the squeeze of her thighs, the wet slide of her skin—it pushed him over. Leon’s grip on her tightened. His hips jerked once, twice, and then he came hard between her thighs, pulsing against the soft flesh with a rough, low sound muffled against her mouth. Warmth spilled across her skin and his stomach. Thyra kept moving through it, slower now, drawing out every last shudder until he finally sank back against the mattress, breathing hard.

She stayed where she was for a moment longer, thighs still gently closed around him, watching his face with a small, satisfied smile. Then she leaned down and pressed a softer kiss to his lips.

"Better?" She asked quietly.

Leon managed a breathless huff of laughter, one hand still resting on her waist.

"Yeah," He said. "A lot better."

Thyra hummed, clearly pleased with herself, and finally eased her legs apart. She reached for the edge of the sheet and cleaned them both up with casual efficiency before settling down against his side, one leg thrown over his, head resting on his shoulder.

For a while neither of them spoke. The room was quiet except for the gradual slowing of their breathing.

Eventually Thyra traced a lazy circle on his chest with one fingertip.

"After you rest a bit," She murmured, "I’ll start teaching you how to actually use that Epic of yours."

Leon turned his head just enough to look at her. The smugness had returned to his eyes, tempered by residual heat.

"Looking forward to it," He said.

Thyra smiled against his skin and closed her eyes, content to stay exactly where she was for a little longer.