Chapter 409: *Reunion (II)*

"Slurrp... chuup... mmmh~♡"Gray’s fingers tightened in her half-blonde hair, but he still did not force her deeper. He let her set the pace.

Lyra bobbed her head steadily, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet hotel room.

Saliva ran down the thick shaft and over her fingers. Every time she pulled up, her tongue swirled around the swollen head, collecting the precum that kept leaking out.

After a while, she slowed, then pulled off completely with a soft, wet pop.

A thin string of saliva still connected her bottom lip to the tip of his cock. She looked up at him through her lashes, cheeks flushed, lips shiny and swollen.

A small, teasing smile curved her mouth.

"You always stared at them, you know."

Gray’s brow furrowed slightly, still breathing heavily.

Lyra sat up straighter on her knees and reached to grab her breasts, cupping them from underneath with both hands, lifting the soft weight and pressing them together so that a deep, warm valley formed between them.

"I caught you so many times," she continued softly in a teasing voice.

"In the library, during training, even when we were just walking. Your eyes always dropped for a second. You thought I didn’t notice."

She leaned forward and let the thick length of his cock rest right in the middle of her cleavage.

The heat of her skin against him made Gray’s hips twitch. Lyra pressed her breasts tighter around his shaft, completely surrounding him in soft, warm flesh.

"You really love them, don’t you?"

She began to move.

Slowly at first, she slid her breasts up and down the length of his cock. The soft flesh squeezed and released him with every stroke.

Because she was still wet from her own orgasm and from sucking him, the valley between her tits quickly became slick.

The wet, soft sound of his cock moving between them filled the room.

Fwap... fwap... schlick...♡

Gray’s head tipped back against the headboard.

"Fuck..."

A low groan left his throat.

Lyra watched his face the entire time, clearly enjoying the expression he was making.

She bounced her breasts a little faster, the heavy soft weight clapping lightly together around his shaft.

Every few strokes, she would lean down and lick or suck the head of his cock when it peeked out from the top of her cleavage.

"Chuup♡... slurp... gurgh!~"

"I used to get so shy when I noticed you looking," she murmured between licks.

"But after a while... I started liking it. I even wore tighter tops sometimes just to see if you would stare longer."

She pressed her breasts even tighter and moved them in a twisting motion, rubbing the soft flesh up and down his cock in a way that made his thighs tense.

"Does it feel good? Having them wrapped around you like this?"

Gray’s voice came out rough.

"Yes."

"Hehehe~" Lyra smiled, clearly pleased.

She kept the steady rhythm of her titjob, the wet sounds growing louder as more saliva and precum slicked the way.

Her thumbs occasionally brushed over her own nipples, making her let out soft little breaths.

The sight of his thick cock disappearing between her full breasts and then reappearing, shiny and dark, made her own pussy throb again.

She leaned down further so that every time the head of his cock emerged from her cleavage she could take it into her mouth for a few wet sucks before letting it slide back down between her tits.

Slurrp... fwap... chuup... fwap... mmmph~♡

The combination of the soft pressure of her breasts and the hot suction of her mouth was clearly pushing Gray closer.

His breathing had grown heavier, and the hand in her hair stroked her head almost unconsciously, as if praising her for good work.

"I thought about this sometimes," Lyra admitted quietly, still moving her breasts around him.

"When I was alone in the sect. I wondered what it would feel like to do this for you... to watch your face while I used the part of me you always stared at."

She squeezed tighter and moved faster.

The soft, wet slap of her breasts against his cock and against each other became a steady rhythm.

Every upward stroke ended with her tongue flicking or her lips sealing around the head for a brief, tight suck.

Gray’s hips began to rock up to meet her movements. He was holding himself back, but the tension in his body was obvious.

Lyra looked up at him again, emerald eyes dark with both affection and heat.

"You can come like this," she said softly.

"On my chest... or in my mouth. Wherever you want. I want to make you feel good."

She pressed her breasts firmly together one last time and stroked him with long, deliberate movements, making sure every inch of his cock was wrapped in soft, slick heat.

When the head appeared, she took it deep into her mouth and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, while her hands kept the pressure of her tits around the rest of him.

"Slurrp... glck... fwap... mmmh~!♡"

Lyra kept the rhythm going without slowing down.

Her massive breasts stayed tightly squeezed around his thick shaft, sliding up and down in wet while her mouth worked the sensitive head every time it pushed up between them.

Saliva and precum had made everything extremely slick; the soft flesh of her tits made wet, clapping sounds against his cock and against each other with every movement.

"Fwap... fwap... schlick... slurrp...♡"

She could feel him throbbing harder between her breasts.

The veins along his shaft pulsed against her soft skin. Gray’s breathing had turned rough and uneven.

His hand stayed in her hair, not pushing, just holding on as the pleasure built.

Lyra looked up at him while she continued, emerald eyes half-lidded and focused.

She gave the head of his cock another long, tight suck, tongue swirling underneath, then let it pop free so she could speak against it, her voice a little husky from the earlier deep strokes.

"You’re close... I can feel it. It’s okay... come for me."

She pressed her breasts even tighter together and moved them faster.

The wet heat surrounding his cock grew almost overwhelming.

Fwap-fwap-slurrp... chuup... mmmh~♡

At that moment, Gray’s hips jerked.

"Lyra..."

She didn’t pull away.

She kept her breasts wrapped firmly around him and aimed the head of his cock right at the deep valley of her cleavage, stroking him through the last few seconds with both her hands and the soft pressure of her tits.

Gray’s body tensed hard.

"Ughh..."

Splurt...

Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out across her chest.

The first pulse landed high between her breasts, the second and third painted the soft inner curves and the tops of her tits in long white streaks.

Lyra kept moving her breasts gently around him the whole time, milking every spurt so that more of his release spilled over her pale skin and dripped down into her cleavage.

"Nnnh...♡"

She watched it happen with flushed cheeks, breathing a little heavily herself, until the last weaker pulses landed on the upper swell of her breasts.

Only then did she slow her movements and finally still, keeping his spent cock nestled warmly between her cum-covered tits while she caught her breath.

Gray’s hand loosened in her hair.

"Haaahh..."

He looked down at her, at the mess he had made across her full chest, at the way his cum clung to her soft skin and slowly ran down the curve of her breasts, and let out a long, rough exhale.

Lyra stayed kneeling between his legs for a moment longer, still holding him between her breasts, a small, satisfied expression on her face despite the heat in her cheeks.

She raised one hand and murmured a short cleaning spell under her breath.

Soft light passed over her chest and neck. In an instant, the thick streaks of cum vanished, leaving her skin clean and smooth again, as if nothing had happened.

Gray started to sit up, reaching for his discarded clothes.

Before he could pull them closer, Lyra’s hand closed around his cock once more. It was still half-hard, sensitive from the orgasm she had just given him.

"We’re not done yet..."

Her voice was quiet but firm.

She pushed him back down onto the bed with both hands on his chest until he was lying flat on his back.

Then she climbed over him, straddling his hips.

Her bare pussy pressed directly against the length of his cock, still wet from earlier, the soft folds parting slightly around the shaft as she settled her weight on him.

She did not take him inside.

She only rested there, letting him feel the slick heat of her against his skin.

"Lyra? What are you..."

"Shhhh..."

She cut him off with a finger against his lips. Her emerald eyes looked down at him with a mixture of shyness and determination.

She shifted her position, sliding lower so that his cock rested fully between her closed thighs instead of against her entrance.

The soft inner skin of her thighs wrapped around him from both sides. Then she spoke again in a softer voice.

"I know that you’re not satisfied yet, so I’ll do my best to satisfy you without actual penetration..."

The moment the words left her mouth, a faint shimmer of mana passed over her legs.

Dark, semi-sheer stockings appeared on her from toes to upper thighs, the fabric smooth and slightly glossy.

The sudden addition of the silky material around his cock increased the friction dramatically.

Gray’s hips jerked at the unexpected sensation, and a low groan of surprise left his throat.

"Lyra...?"

’...There’s something wrong with her,’ Gray frowned inwardly.