Chapter 89: The Offer At Seven. Lust Wins... unexpected sex.
The last of the noodles were gone, the bowls were pushed to the side, faint steam still curling up from them even though they were empty now.
Lynx leaned back in the chair, one hand resting on his stomach, feeling full... okay not too full. Since the forbidden zone, the best meat he had tasted was Boulderhide Behemoth Meat and some other nameless beasts he ate there. He also enjoyed the academy cafeteria food. Amira cooking... no comment. But he could see why she doesn’t cook.
Across from him, Amira wasn’t eating anymore, she was just watching him, hair still damp from the bath after swimming, falling over her shoulders, grey eyes half lidded in that lazy satisfied way she’d been looking at him since they got out of the pool.
Lynx noticed, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "What? You gonna stare me to death or something?"
"Nope. Just thinking of how unfair the gods are to create a devastating for women."
"Handsome weapon."
"It’s what I just said, I meant it as a compliment."
"You’re kinda bad at it... like your cooking." Lynx laughed. Since he came to this world like 3 months ago, he had laughed genuinely more than he did during his entire 25 years on Earth.
"My cooking." Amira clutched her chest dramatically. "The noodles you just ate was perfect, you handsome dick."
Lynx raised his hands up "Yeah yeah sure. You’re the best cook."
For a second, it was comfortably quiet, just the hum of the fridge and the faint sound of water dripping in the sink. Comfortable, easy, the kind of quiet he hadn’t had in a long time. No shades to his girls at the academy though.
Then Amira sat up straight, and the mood shifted, her smile fading, her eyes going serious.
"I changed my mind," she said, her voice dripping low.
Lynx blinked. "About what?"
"About tonight," Amira said. "About what I want us to do tonight."
Lynx’s smiled softly, because the way she said it, he already knew.
"And what do you want?" he asked anyway.
Amira didn’t look away from his heterochromatic eyes, and she didn’t stutter.
"I want you."
Three words. Three fucking words.
Lynx opened his mouth, then closed it, because his brain was split in two right now.
One side was screaming yes take her right now, because he was a bastard, because he was lustful, because she was hot and beautiful and asking and he wanted her too.
He also knew how less stressed, refreshed and charged up he was right now. If he fucked her right now. They wouldn’t be able go to where she wanted to take him to tonight.
He would make her forget her identity. She wouldn’t be able to get up for two days without him healing her, and that cheating bastard of a system of his would jump on the chance to scam him of his little points.
He couldn’t say yes.. for now, and he couldn’t say no. He didn’t want the night to end up with them having sex and her passing out... okay maybe he did.
Well fuck all that. He stood up.
Amira’s eyes followed him, tracking every step as he walked around the table, stopped right in front of her chair.
He reached down, cupped her face in both hands, her skin was warm and soft, smelling faintly like soap and her shampoo.
And he kissed her.
Why would he say no to his woman. Who clearly wants sex. He lived for sex.
The kiss was deep, slow and lingering, and when he pulled back.. Amira was breathing hard, her hands fisted in the front of his shirt like she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go.
Lynx smiled, thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "Get ready."
Amira blinked, dazed, then glanced at her watch. 7:00 PM.
"Are we really doing it all night? We are still going to that place, and i was just seeing if you’d... Okay go easy on me becau..."
"Amira," he said, and his voice came out rougher than he meant it to.
"What?" she asked almost innocently if not for the smirk on her lips.
"You’re literally offering yourself to me right now," Lynx said with a smirk, "and you want me to go easy?"
"Yes," Amira said with no shame at all. She stood up too, barely reaching his chest, looking up at him. "Try not to break me, I still want to be able to walk for whatever non sex plans we have tonight."
That was it, that broke whatever restraint he had left.
Lynx laughed, and it wasn’t mocking, it was charming. "You know what, wherever you’re taking me can wait. But we are still going, we aren’t doing this all night."
"Agreed."
He slid one arm under her knees, the other around her back, and lifted her.
Amira yelped, then burst out laughing, arms immediately locking around his neck.
"You’re insane," she said into his ear, her breath warm.
"You started it," Lynx said, already walking, climbing the stairs.
"I did, didn’t I?" Amira giggled, then nipped at his ear. "We are leaving for the place 8:PM. Don’t wreck me."
"No promises."
He reached her bedroom door, pushed it open with his foot, warm light spilling out across the floor.
He stepped inside, carefully, dumped Amira onto the bed. Then lowered the light. Making it almost Dark. His and her Blessed body glowing faintly in the dimmed lighted room.
Lynx didn’t waste another second. The clock was ticking, and the urgency of their limited time acted like an accelerant, turning their mutual desire into a raging wildfire.
He reached out, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation, and gripped the fabric of Amira’s light clothes. With a decisive, hungry tug, he stripped her bare, the fabric sliding off her skin to reveal a body that looked like it had been sculpted by a god of lust.
Amira didn’t hesitate, her own fingers flying to his clothes, ripping them away with a desperation that mirrored his.
When they were finally skin to skin, the contact felt like an electric shock. Lynx’s 10 inches monster cock was already rock hard, a thick, pulsing vein throbbing along the shaft, leaking pre cum that glistened in the dim light.
Amira was already soaking, her pussy dripping a sweet, heady musk that filled the air and drove Lynx to the brink of madness.
He pushed her back onto the bed, his body pinning hers, and immediately dove between her legs.
He didn’t want to wait he wanted to taste every inch of her. He spread her thighs wide, exposing her glistening, pink slit. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lap at her clit with a precision that made Amira scream.
He sucked her clit deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub while his fingers slid deep inside her, stretching her wet walls.
The buildup was agonizingly perfect. Amira’s hips bucked, her fingers clawing at the sheets as the pleasure peaked. Her internal muscles clamped tight around his fingers, and with one final, powerful suck from Lynx, she shattered.
It was a sudden, violent explosion. Amira’s back arched off the bed, her toes curling as a wave of intense pleasure ripped through her.
"Ahhhnn~"
She wailed, her voice cracking as her pussy spasmed rhythmically, flooding Lynx’s mouth with a torrent of sweet, hot juices. It was a release of pure tension, a sudden burst of light that left her gasping for air, her body trembling in the aftermath.
Lynx didn’t give her a moment to recover. He climbed up her body, his eyes dark with lust, and positioned the head of his cock against her soaking entrance.
He didn’t slide in... he slammed home. With one powerful, guttural grunt, he buried his entire length inside her in a single, brutal thrust.
"Fuck, Amira... you’re so tight as ever," he groaned, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.
"Ahnn~ A-Advantages of fucking a Blessed Pussy. It’s stays the way it is forever. Fresh, tight and Clean."
That piece of information made Lynx slammed home again. Harder.
Amira let out a choked sob of pleasure, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper.
The feeling of his thick shaft stretching her open was overwhelming. Lynx began to move, his rhythm fast and relentless.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room. He was hammering into her, his cock sliding through her cream, hitting her cervix with every deep plunge.
"Yess~ Yess ~ Yesss~ Wreck My tight Pussy with your mighty young cock."
Lynx increased his fucking pace, the friction became a searing heat. Amira felt the pressure building again, faster this time.
The way his cock filled her, stretching her walls to the absolute limit, pushed her over the edge. She felt a tightening in her gut, and then she exploded again.
This orgasm was deeper, a rolling wave of ecstasy that made her scream his name. Her pussy gripped his shaft like a vice, milking him with desperate, rhythmic contractions that nearly brought him to his own peak.
"Yes! Ahgnn~ Right there! Fuck me, Lynx! Ohhgnn~ Don’t stop!" she shrieked, her head tossing from side to side.
Lynx growled, his movements becoming more primal. He flipped her over, shoving her onto her hands and knees, her ass pushed high in the air.
He entered her from behind, the angle allowing him to drive even deeper. He gripped her hips, his knuckles white, and began to pummel her from behind.
Every thrust was a precision strike, his cock sliding in and out of her gaping, wet hole with a wet, squelching sound.
"Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!"
"Ahn~ it’s coming again."
This one was different it was a slow burn that turned into a wildfire. As Lynx drove into her, his balls slapping against her ass, Amira felt a building tension in her clit and deep in her womb.