Her lips hovered just above the bulge in his pants as she whispered, "You're hard for me already…"
Then, with slow, deliberate intent, she leaned in and seductively bit the zipper. Unzipping it down with her teeth, the metallic whisper of it sliding open echoed in the silence.
Kael's eyes widened as he watched her use her tongue. He'd never seen that before, but Mother of all things sacred, that was insanely arousing. His cock throbbed, straining against the fabric, aching for release.
As his pants parted, his arousa sprang free, thick, hard, and unapologetically proud. Vivian's eyes widened, a flash of surprise and intrigue dancing across her face.
'Well, what do we have here?' she thought, nearly licking her lips. Her eyes widened, and she bit her lower lip, the heat between her legs intensifying. 'He's huge… I never would've guessed. Can I even take all of him?'
Her gaze lifted to Kael, who sat frozen, not even trying to take the lead. But she didn't mind. She knew he was inexperienced. Too inexperienced for someone this cute, she thought, amused and aroused.
Kael wasn't the type to be passive. He was more of a take the lead guy, however this time he didn't even know how to take control.
Not that anyone could blame him for that. He had grown up surrounded by two women, Silvia and Mira, but neither had ever given him the talk. No awkward advice, no sly warnings, no playful jabs about girls or sex. The only friend he'd had, Ronan, had been just as clueless… and he wasn't even in this world anymore, Ronan was dead.
So yeah, Kael had no idea what he was doing. But he knew one thing for sure, it felt good. Damn good. And more than that, he was finally going to lose his virginity… and to Vivian, of all people.
She wrapped her fingers around him, testing the weight, her touch slow, deliberate, reverent.
Kael let out a sharp grunt, hips twitching. Her hands alone felt like heaven, too good. It took everything in him not to lose control right then. All he could think about now was fucking her.
Hard. Deep. Thorough. She was teasing him, stringing him along, and it was driving him wild.
Vivian began to stroke him, her grip confident yet exploratory. Her hand glided up and down, savoring each inch like she was memorizing him by touch.
"...." Kael groaned, deep and raw.
Vivian leaned forward, giving the tip of his dick a slow, teasing lick. Her eyes flicked up to meet him, watching his reaction while her hand stroked him with a steady, confident rhythm.
Kael shut his eyes, his breath catching. The sensation was overwhelming, hot, slick, electric, like every nerve in his body was wired to that one point.
Then something changed. He felt it, something wetter, softer, impossibly warm. It was as if his entire length was being enveloped by velvet heat, drawn into a place so tender and wet it short-circuited his thoughts.
His eyes shot open just as Vivian took him into her mouth.
Her lips slid over him with aching slowness, taking in more, then more, her tongue dancing along his length. Kael groaned, deep and raw, the sound spilling out of him without thought.
This was his first time, his first anything and it was with her. And it felt… unreal.
Vivian moved with a rhythm both hungry and measured, as if she was savoring every second, every inch. Her head bobbed, her hands still stroking what she couldn't yet take in, all while her eyes remained fixed on him, drinking in his every twitch, every groan.
She finally took all of him in, her lips sealed around his base as she began to suck, slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, like she was trying to taste the soul right out of him.
Kael clenched the edge of the seat, his knuckles white, hips twitching involuntarily. It was too much. Too intense. Every nerve was singing, and the pressure inside him was building fast, a storm gathering at the edge of control.
His breaths came in ragged bursts, pleasured grunts escaping him one after the other. He was close. So close. Just one more stroke… one more second…
With a sharp groan, he finally let go, releasing deep into her mouth. Vivian welcomed it. She pressed herself down even farther, moaning faintly around him as she swallowed everything without hesitation, every drop.
Vivian pulled back, wiping the remnants of his seed from her lips with a playful smirk. "That was nice. But next time, you should take the lead." She suggested.
Kael's heart skipped. The next time, there really was one? The thought made a slow, satisfied grin spread across his face. Maybe this wasn't just a one off, and he was excited for it.
He nodded, voice steady but full of quiet hunger. "Sure. Next time, we… take it further. " It wasn't a question so much as a claim.
Vivian's eyes sparkled with promise as she answered, "Sure."
Kael grinned even wider, a rush of excitement flooding him. He was still waiting to completely lose his virginity, this didn't count, not yet.
After all, he hadn't truly crossed that line. But he felt that this was a start, a taste of something new and thrilling. And with Vivian? He was more than willing to see where it led.
Kael leaned back on the cushion, exhaling deeply, his mind still buzzing from what had just happened.
Meanwhile, outside, the world moved on, ruthless, beautiful, and full of power struggles that stretched far beyond his small, personal moment.
Elsewhere in the Kingdom.
The sunlight was bright and sharp, shining across the carefully cleaned stones of the royal courtyard.
It lit up the quiet marble statues and tugged at the colorful banners that moved gently in the soft breeze, a peaceful moment that hid the strength and danger beneath it.
At the center of this open space, two figures moved with graceful skill that showed they were deadly fighters.
Even from the shaded arches around the courtyard, they stood out, two women shaped by power and ready for battle.
One, a tall figure nearly 180 centimeters, moved with fast and fierce energy. Her eyes, dark like polished black stone, never left her opponent.
Silver threads sparkled in the deep blue of her robes, catching the sunlight as she moved.
Her black hair was tied up high, showing the sharp lines of her face. This was Nymeria, a master of air magic, and daughter of Queen Caladria.
Her opponent, though slightly shorter, had the same strong presence. Lyssandra moved with quiet confidence and royal grace. Her movements showed the cold magic hidden inside her.
Like Nymeria, she was a daughter of Queen Caladria. Her pale blond hair, like moonlight, flew around her as she moved, and her icy blue eyes held a playful but sharp look. She wore light blue armor that shimmered like fresh frost, fitting her slim and strong frame.
Their blades, though hard to see from a distance, clashed in a deadly rhythm, a stylish fight that was more than just practice, it was a test of power.
With a small flick of Nymeria's wrist, the air around her stirred. Invisible winds gathered, swirling at her feet like hidden snakes ready to strike. Tiny whirlwinds spun across the courtyard stones.
Lyssandra grinned, white teeth flashing against the cool tones of her outfit. A soft mist, like a tiny snowstorm, curled from her fingers.
Her misty breath showed in the warm air."Don't hold back, Nymeria," she called, her voice playful. "Last time, you barely messed up my hair."
Nymeria scoffed. "Because I didn't want to break your pride along with your ice, frostling."
She suddenly pushed her hand forward, and a strong gust of wind shot out, slamming into Lysandra and pushing her backward across the stones. Dust flew up, and small pebbles scattered.
Lyssandra laughed, the sound light but clear over the howling wind, even as she fought against it. "Always so dramatic, Nymeria."
She planted her feet and stopped sliding. From the air, a bow made of ice appeared in her hands, glowing with cold. Arrows of sharp ice formed instantly. They looked sleek, fast, and deadly.
She didn't hesitate and fired one, it whistled through the air like a frozen whisper of death. Nymeria spun, a windstorm rising around her just in time to envelope her and block the arrow.
It was just a sparring match, allowed and watched. But Lyssandra's playful attitude hid a fierce desire to win, and sometimes she went too far. Nymeria knew that well.
Before Nymeria had even recovered from dodging the last arrow, another one grazed her cheek, a sharp reminder of Lyssandra's skill.