Chapter 87: A Dumb Rich Day. (Amira is a stalker)

Chapter 87: A Dumb Rich Day. (Amira is a stalker)

Amira’s dark hair spread across the silk pillows as Lynx began to move again, his glowing cock sliding through the mixture of their combined fluids.

He pulled out slowly, watching as his cum leaked from her well fucked hole. The sight made his cock twitch with renewed interest. Amira reached down to spread her folds, showing him the evidence of his release dripping from her.

"Look what you did to me," she said, her voice husky. "You filled me so full."

Lynx couldn’t resist the invitation. He positioned himself between her spread thighs and drove back into her cum slick cunt, the wet heat welcoming him once more.

Amira’s back arched as he began to fuck her again, this time with slower, deeper strokes that allowed them both to feel every inch of his glowing shaft sliding through her cum-filled channel.

"Yesss~ Ahgnnn~"

"I can feel it," she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Your cum inside me, making everything so wet and slippery."

Lynx maintained the deliberate pace, savoring the sensation of her tight walls gripping him. Each thrust pushed more of his previous release out around his shaft, the obscene wet sounds filling the room.

Amira’s grey eyes never left his face as they moved together, the connection between them deepening with each stroke.

But the slow pace couldn’t satisfy the hunger building between them. The pleasure was too intense for both of them, especially Amira who felt 40x more pleasure. It was mind blowing.

Amira’s legs tightened around his waist, urging him to move faster. Lynx responded by increasing his pace, his cock driving into her with more force.

"Yesss~" she hissed, her nails digging into his back. "Just like that. Fuck me like you own me."

Lynx shifted his angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. Amira’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as he pounded into her with immerse focus. The bed rocked beneath them as he took her with increasing intensity.

He pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips as he slammed back into her from behind. The position allowed him to go deeper than before, his cock stretching her in new ways.

"Take it," he growled, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. "Take every inch of my cock."

Amira pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with equal ferocity. Her dark hair swayed with the force of his movements as he fucked her with abandon.

The wet sounds of their coupling grew louder, more obscene, as his cum slick cock pounded into her dripping cunt.

Lynx reached around to rub her clit again, his fingers working the sensitive nub with practiced skill. Amira’s moans grew higher in pitch, her body trembling as another orgasm approached.

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice rough with exertion. "Come on my cock while I fuck you."

Amira’s third climax crashed over her like a wave. Her entire body seized as pleasure overwhelmed her senses, her cunt clenching rhythmically around his thrusting length. Lynx groaned at the sensation, his own release building rapidly.

He maintained his pace through her orgasm, fucking her through the aftershocks with the same intensity. Amira’s arms gave out, and she collapsed onto the bed, her ass still raised as Lynx continued to pound into her from behind.

"One more position," he said, pulling out and rolling her onto her side. He lifted her top leg and slid back into her, the new angle hitting different spots inside her.

"Ahnn~ Ahnnn~ Oghhnn~"

Amira’s moans were constant now, a stream of desperate sounds that filled the room. Lynx’s cock drove into her with relentless precision, each thrust calculated to bring them both to the edge once more.

"I’m going to come again," she warned, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fill me up when I do."

Lynx’s rhythm became erratic as his own orgasm approached. He buried himself to the hilt as Amira’s fourth climax hit, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he emptied himself once more.

Thick ropes of cum joined the previous load, filling her to overflowing.

They remained connected as the aftershocks faded, Lynx’s softening cock still nestled within her cum drenched cunt. Amira’s grey eyes met his blue and silver ones, both of them breathing heavily from their intense coupling.

"That was incredible," she whispered, her dark hair spread across the pillow. "You fucked me so thoroughly."

Lynx smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "We’re just getting started," he promised, already feeling the stirrings of renewed desire. "The day is young, and I intend to make the most of every moment with you."

Amira’s answering smile was full of promise as she pulled him closer, ready for whatever came next in their night of raw, intense fucking.

...

The room was quiet, except for the sound of their breathing, slow, heavy, and tangled together.

Sunlight filtered through the big window now, warm and gold, catching on the silk sheets and the faint glow that still clung to Lynx’s skin.

Amira’s dark hair was spread across the pillow, her chest rising and falling. Her grey eyes were half lidded, looking up at him with that lazy, satisfied expression he was starting to get used to.

Lynx propped himself up on one elbow, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His thumb lingered on her cheek.

"Still alive?" he asked, voice low.

Amira huffed a laugh, "Barely. You’re a monster, you know that?"

"Me?" He raised an eyebrow. "You’re the one who called me ’daddy’. Just had to show you how ’Daddy’ does it."

Her eyes snapped open and she smacked his chest, though there was no force behind it.

"Don’t you dare bring that up."

"Why not? I liked it." He grinned, slow and shameless.

Amira rolled her eyes, but the tips of her ears were pink. "You’re annoying."

"And yet you keep me around," Lynx said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead.

She didn’t answer. Just pulled the blanket up higher and let out a long sigh.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The quiet wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable, like the storm had passed and now they could just exist.

Eventually, Amira sat up, stretching. The blanket slipped, and she yanked it back up with a glare at him.

"Eyes up here, Lynx."

"Yes ma’am," he said, but he was already grinning again.

She stood, wobbling a little, and he instinctively reached out to steady her. She caught his hand, squeezed it once, then let go.

"Bath," she said. "We’re disgusting."

"You say that like it’s a bad thing."

"It is. I’m sticky." She wrinkled her nose.

"I’m not sticky."

"You’re not normal Lynx, even after all that, you’re smelling more nicer than people with expensive perfumes."

Lynx laughed and got up too.

✦ ✦ ✦

The bathroom was just as ridiculous as the rest of the house. Marble, gold fixtures, a tub big enough for four people. Steam filled the room within minutes.

Amira sank into the water first with a dramatic groan. "Gods, yes. This is what I needed."

Lynx slid in across from her, the heat hitting his sore muscles. He let his head fall back against the edge.

For a few minutes, it was just water and quiet.

"You’re staring again boy," Amira said without opening her eyes.

"Am I?"

"Yes. And it’s creepy."

"I’m just admiring the view," he said, completely deadpan.

She threw a handful of water at him. He splashed her back.

"Childish," she muttered.

"You started it."

"I’m older than you."

"By like, 10 years? 20 years? Doesn’t count."

She opened one eye. "It counts when I say it counts."

They ended up talking about nothing. About the weird games on her setup, about the food she was gonna make later, about how the water in this tub was criminally expensive to heat.

When they finally got out, wrapped in towels, Amira looked at him and tilted her head.

"Swim?"

Lynx blinked. "Now?"

"Pool’s heated. Sun’s out. Why not?" She was already walking out, towel around her, hair dripping.

He hasn’t swim once in his past life. He doesn’t know how to swim. Yet he followed.

✦ ✦ ✦

The back of the house was even more ridiculous in daylight.

The pool stretched long, blue lights still faint under the surface even with the sun up. Garden chairs, a small bar area, flowers everywhere. No one around. It was just them in this beautiful place.

Amira dropped her towel and dove in without hesitation. She surfaced a second later, hair slicked back, smiling.

"Coming or what?"

Lynx hesitated for half a second, then jumped in. The water was perfect, warm against his skin.

They swam in lazy circles at first, not saying much. The only sounds were water and birds in the trees.

Then Amira floated onto her back, staring at the sky. "You ever think about this?"

"Think about what?"

"Just... this. Having a day that isn’t fighting, or running, or bleeding. I looked into your daily activities. All that academy stuff. Trials, Fighting, defeating your Teacher. It’s boring and impressive." She gestured vaguely. "But this is.. a dumb, rich day."

Lynx drifted over to her. "I don’t think I’ve ever had one."

"Figures. You’re always brooding."

"I’m not brooding right now."

"No, you’re just floating like a corpse."

He flicked water at her. She shrieked and dunked under, coming up laughing.

It didn’t take long before the teasing started again.

He automatically could swim. He guessed it’s probably because of his system and newly transcendental body.

Amira swam close, too close, bumping his shoulder with hers. "So. ’Good boy’, huh?"

Lynx groaned. "Don’t."

"Why? You liked it."

"I did not."

"You absolutely did. Your ears turned red."

"They did not."

"They did." She poked him in the side. "Want me to say it again?"

He caught her wrist, but he was smiling. "No."

"Liar."

"Fine. Maybe."

She laughed, bright and loud, and then wrapped her arms around his neck, letting the water hold them up.

Lynx didn’t pull away.

The sun was high now, warm on their faces. Amira rested her forehead against his for a second, just breathing.

"You’re different when you’re like this," she whispered.

"Like what?"

"Soft. Not that I’ve been around you. I stalked you, since I heard you’re back to the Academy." She said shameless as always.

He didn’t know what to say to that. So he just tightened his arms around her waist a little.

She pulled back, eyes searching his, then grinned like she hadn’t just said something that serious.

"Race you to the other side, loser."

And she pushed off, cutting through the water.

Lynx cursed and followed.

They ended up racing three times. She won twice. He let her, obviously.

By the time they climbed out, both of them were exhausted and laughing, dripping onto the stone.

Amira grabbed two towels and tossed one to him.

"Let’s go eat. I’m starving."

"What are you making?"

"Whatever’s in the fridge. You can help."

"I haven’t cook, in a long time."

"You will today."

She was already walking back inside, barefoot, towel around her, leaving wet footprints behind her.

Lynx watched her for a second, then followed.

The house felt different now. Lighter.

Later, they’d eat on the balcony. Later, they’d talk about the United Continent again, about plans, about the next empire.

But right now, it was just this. Sunlight, wet hair, her teasing him about burning the eggs, and him pretending he wasn’t watching her when she wasn’t looking.

And for the first time in a long time, Lynx didn’t feel like he had to be strong or keep that ’Academy Protagonist’ Mask on.

He could just be here.

With her.

A/N: Jeezz 2 in 1 chaps. Please guys drop powerstones. The book isn’t getting any view or anything anymore. Need your help guys.