Chapter 408: *Reunion (I)*

A few moments later, Gray lay on a hotel sofa, staring up at the ceiling. Across the room, Lyra slept quietly on the bed. Her breathing was slow and even, with her beautiful half-blonde hair spread over the pillow.

She looked peaceful, as if the long fight and the tears from earlier had never happened.

Gray turned his head and looked at her for a long moment.

He let out a quiet sigh.

Someone was probably going to come for her soon.

The sect would not leave a disciple as valuable as her missing for long, especially not after she had shown herself so publicly.

Gray kept looking at the ceiling for a long while.

’Jasmine.’

[I’m here.]

’She’s going to be taken away again soon.’

[You don’t know that for sure.]

’The sect won’t ignore what happened today. Someone will come.’

Jasmine’s voice softened a little.

[Then stay with her while you can. Don’t waste the time you have now by thinking only about when it will end.]

Gray stayed quiet for a moment.

[You already got her back once. That counts for something... at least.]

"Ahh..."

He let out another small breath.

On the bed, Lyra suddenly moved.

Gray sat up at once.

Her eyes opened. She blinked a few times, looking around the room in a daze. Then her gaze found him on the sofa.

She did not get angry.

In the next second, she pushed the blanket aside, got off the bed, and threw herself straight into his arms. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and shoulders.

She held onto him as if she was afraid he would disappear again.

"I thought I was going to lose you again," she whispered against his skin.

"When I woke up and saw you... I just..."

He didn’t let her finish.

One hand slid up into her half-blonde hair, tilting her head back just enough so he could look at her.

Her emerald eyes were still a little red from earlier, but the coldness from the arena was completely gone.

What remained was something soft, hungry, and almost desperate.

Gray leaned in and kissed her.

It started slow; their lips brushed together, testing, remembering the shape of each other after so many months.

"Huuhmhg..."

Lyra made a small, broken sound into his mouth and immediately deepened it, her tongue sliding against his with a wet, needy pressure.

"Chuup... mmmh~♡"

Her fingers dug into the back of his shirt, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

Gray’s other hand settled on the curve of her waist, then slid lower, cupping the full swell of her ass through the thin fabric of clothes she was wearing.

He squeezed once, firmly, and she moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating against his tongue.

"Mmnnhh... Gray...♡"

He stood, lifting her with him.

Lyra wrapped her legs around his waist without hesitation, still kissing him like she was afraid the moment would end.

He carried her the short distance to the bed and laid her down on her back, following her body with his own so that he never fully broke contact.

The mattress dipped under their combined weight. Gray braced himself on one forearm and used the other hand to push the loose neckline of her top aside.

The tight bandages that had bound her chest during the tournament were gone as he ripped them away.

And so, the heavy, full weight of her breasts spilled free almost at once.

Gray’s breath caught for a second.

"Hah..."

He had always known she was well-endowed, but seeing them again after so long, pale, soft, nipples already tight and flushed a deep pink, made something low in his stomach tighten hard.

He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth without warning.

"Haaah~!♡"

Lyra’s back arched sharply.

Her hands flew to his hair, her fingers threading through the dark strands as he sucked firmly, tongue circling the stiff peak before he scraped it lightly with his teeth.

A wet, obscene sound filled the quiet hotel room every time he pulled off and took her back in.

Slurrp... chu... mmmh...♡

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same thorough attention, while his free hand kneaded the one he had just left.

Lyra’s hips started moving under him in small, restless rolls, grinding against the hard line of his cock through their clothes.

"Gray... please..." she breathed out shakily.

"Don’t tease... I waited too long..."

He lifted his head just enough to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed deep red, lips swollen from kissing, eyes half-lidded and glassy with want.

The sight made his cock throb painfully against the inside of his trousers.

Gray sat back on his heels between her spread thighs and pulled his own shirt off in one motion.

Lyra’s gaze dropped immediately to his bare chest and the old scars that still marked him, then lower, to the obvious bulge straining against his pants.

She bit her lower lip hard.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and underwear together and dragged them down her legs.

She lifted her hips to help.

The moment the fabric cleared her ankles, he tossed it aside and looked.

Her pussy was already glistening, soft pink folds slightly parted, a thin string of wetness connecting them.

The scent of her arousal hit him immediately.

He ran two fingers slowly up the length of her slit, gathering the slickness, and watched the way her stomach fluttered.

Schlick...

"You’re soaked," he murmured.

Lyra turned her face into the pillow, embarrassed but unable to close her legs.

"It’s... because it’s you. Only you do this to me."

Gray leaned down and dragged his tongue through that wetness in one long lick from bottom to top, ending with a firm circle around her clit.

"Haaaaah~!♡ Fuck!"

Her thighs clamped around his head for a second before he pushed them open again and settled in properly.

He ate her out, pressing his tongue flat against her folds, then pointed and dipped inside, then sucking her clit between his lips while two fingers slowly pushed into her heat.

Schlick... schlick... slurrp...

"Ahhn...♡"

Lyra’s moans grew louder and more broken.

Her hands fisted the sheets.

Every time he curled his fingers upward and rubbed that slightly rougher spot inside her, her whole body jolted, and a fresh rush of wetness coated his hand and chin.

"Gray... Gray, I’m already...nnhh~!♡"

He didn’t stop, keeping the same rhythm, though this time, he also added his fingers working together, until her thighs started shaking hard and her voice cracked into a high, continuous cry.

"Ughhaan!!~"

Squirt...

Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she came, a clear gush of fluid spilling out onto his tongue and the sheets beneath her.

Gray stayed with her through it, licking her through the aftershocks until she was twitching and trying to push his head away with weak hands.

Only then did he rise up, wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and shove his own pants and underwear down.

His cock sprang free, looking thick and hard as always, though the head was already wet with precum.

Lyra’s eyes locked onto it immediately.

Grip...

She reached down with one shaky hand and wrapped her fingers around the shaft, stroking once from base to tip and spreading the slickness.

"...It still feels weird after such a long time," she mumbled lightly.

She sat up slowly, still flushed and trembling from her orgasm, and looked at the thick length in her hand.

She knew exactly what he wanted, but she also knew what she was not ready to give him yet.

Her virginity was still intact.

She had decided long ago that the first time would be special, so she wouldn’t obviously lose it today, even if it was a really tearful reunion.

Gray had never pushed her for it before, and she trusted him not to push her now.

So instead of guiding him between her legs, she shifted onto her knees between his thighs, pushed her half-blonde hair behind one ear, and leaned down.

Her soft lips brushed the wet head of his cock in a tentative kiss.

"Chu..."

Gray’s hand immediately found the back of her head, not forcing, just resting there.

Lyra parted her lips and took the tip into her mouth, tongue swirling slowly around the sensitive crown, tasting the salty precum that had already gathered there.

"Mmh... slurp...♡"

She sank down a little further, cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently.

The thick shaft stretched her lips wide.

She could only take about half before the head pressed against the back of her throat and made her eyes water, but she did not pull away.

She stayed there, breathing through her nose, getting used to the weight and heat of him on her tongue.

"Lyra..." Gray groaned above her.

Hearing her name in that rough voice made her clench her thighs together.

Then she slowly began to move, moving her mouth up and down his cock, tongue pressing firmly along the underside each time she pulled back.

Saliva quickly coated the shaft and dripped down to her fingers where she held the base.

Slurrp... chuup... glck... mmmh~♡

She set a steady rhythm, bobbing her head while her hand stroked what her mouth could not reach.

Every few passes, she would pull off completely, kiss and lick along the side of his cock, then take him back in deeper than before.

"Aha~"

The wet, obscene sounds of her blowjob filled the quiet hotel room.

Gray’s fingers tightened slightly in her hair.

Lyra looked up at him through her lashes while she sucked, emerald eyes glassy and full of affection and heat.

She hollowed her cheeks harder, swirling her tongue around the head on every upstroke, and was rewarded with another thick pulse of precum on her tongue.

"Mmmph...♡"

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to his cock, and whispered against the tip,

"I can’t... not yet. I really want the first time to be special... but I still want to make you feel good."

Then she took him back into her mouth before he could answer, sucking with more confidence now, one hand gently cupping and rolling his balls while the other stroked the slick shaft in time with her lips.