Noble Shadows
Evril slipped into the lounge room, swiftly shutting the door behind her and engaging the lock. She pressed her ear quietly against the wood, listening. The outside was silent. Relief flooded over her racing heart—as if she'd just committed some clandestine crime—and she leaned her back against the door, tilting her head up slightly to exhale a deep breath.
She lingered like that for a moment before turning her body just a fraction. In an instant, Olens darted from the window. Powerful arms wrapped around her waist. "...Gasp!"
Olens's lips crashed onto hers. It was a fierce, sensual kiss, ravenous with hunger. His tongue slid smoothly inside, entwining with hers. Skillfully, he captured it, released it, over and over. He coiled around her soft, pliant tongue and sucked hard, sending a tingling shiver racing down her spine to pool at the base of her waist.
The world during that kiss seemed enveloped in magic—hazy, dreamlike. "Mmm... ah."
Mingled with her, Olens ravaged her roughly. The muffled sounds escaping her lips were thick with boiling desire. Their hot breaths tangled urgently between kisses like shuttle threads weaving together. As they kissed, Olens cupped her ass and pushed her against the wall. Evril's breasts and cheek pressed against the cold surface. His scorching hands approached from behind, stroking her back, waist, and hips. She could vividly feel his arousal. That taut excitement thrilled her; he burned with desire just as fiercely as she did.
His fingertips pressed heavily over her dress, grazing with weighty sensation, drawing ragged breaths from between her lips. As he kissed her, sucking passionately like he was indulging in nectar, his hand gradually slipped lower, delving under the hem of her dress. The feel of his hot palm against her thigh made her bare skin quiver. Dizzying excitement pierced through her back, surging across her entire body.
"Ahh..." Evril moaned lowly at the searing touch on her skin. His fingers explored the inner thigh, parting the thicket of curls to finally reach her core. That longed-for sensation nearly stole her breath. Every glance exchanged in the banquet hall had left her wet and aching; her hypersensitive folds now yearned desperately for him.
Evril twisted her hips sharply. It wasn't enough. She craved deeper contact. As if reading her desire, his fingers plunged into her heated core the next instant. The intense, vivid press against her sticky depths sent shudders through her whole body. She swallowed her scream, but it was mind-meltingly good. She felt his fingers part her warm, slick petals and slide smoothly inside. Everywhere they thrust and withdrew, fiery blooms ignited, hot sensations rising. Her deeper, fevered walls welcomed him, drenching his fingers in viscous heat.
Olens's fingers moved softly yet swiftly, stroking the swollen spots deep inside her. As the sensations awakened, the trembling felt exquisite. That quiver persisted, sticky, slippery fluids oozing out to tickle her insides and make her float weightlessly. Her flesh below squelched obscenely, swelling greedily toward him. It drove her mad with pleasure.
Soon, Olens untied the knot at his waist with one hand while the other continued plunging into her. Evril grew ever more aroused, pushing her ass back toward him and spreading her thighs. "Hah... ahh..."
His pillar thrust into her wide-open core. The hot, rigid shaft filled and stroked her, and Evril writhed under the unbearable sensation. Infinitely thicker and hotter than his fingers, Olens's cock plunged through her drenched depths. The world spun in ecstatic whirl for Evril. "Ah, ah, ahh."
Each moan from her lips made her tighten around him, sucking and clenching greedily. Her hips flexed fluidly with every thrust, luring him deeper. Her longing walls gripped him tightly, sticky and desperate. As Olens rocked his hips slowly, electric jolts flowed from her sensitive, clinging flesh, and Evril panted, shaking her ass in rhythm.
In the relentless motion, her thighs grew soaked, skin slapping wetly with lewd splatters. Evril bucked her hips desperately. Pleasure coiled through her body, trembling waves building toward explosive fullness... Just a little more, a little more. In the slick, clenching heat, Olens seemed overwhelmed by bliss, closing his eyes and stilling his hips.
That was when it happened.
—Knock knock.
A light rap echoed on the lounge door. "...My lady. Are you alright?" The voice from outside belonged to Gophrid.
Evril froze in shock. Olens pulled out abruptly, equally startled. Her drenched core felt achingly empty. "I'm just resting comfortably right now," she replied, her voice low and husky from the moans, straightening her clothes as calmly as she could manage.
"Please open the door."
Evril bit her lip before the door. "I'm worried about you."
She glanced at Olens, who swiftly drew back the curtain by the window, gathering it in the corner and vanishing into its deep folds. Confirming he was hidden, Evril opened the door with grim resolve, shoulders slumping.
Gophrid stood tall before her. "I'm truly fine. I was just about to return to the banquet hall after resting a bit." Evril furrowed her brow slightly as she spoke, and Gophrid gazed steadily at her face. Her pale cheeks were flushed, her breath slightly disordered, her neat hair tousled.
He reached out, placing a hand on her forehead. No fever, as expected—but a necessary gesture. He stepped inside, one foot over the threshold, and gripped her shoulder. "Has the dizziness improved?"
"Yes. Resting in this quiet place helped."
He felt the faint tremor in her shoulder beneath his palm. His eyes flicked to the window corner—the only possible spot in the simple lounge. Beneath the lavish folds of thick velvet curtains, the toe of a black shoe peeked out. A man's shoe.
—And likely its owner was...
"No fever in your forehead, yet your cheeks are red. Perhaps the air in here feels stifling to you. Shall I open the terrace door?" Gophrid's lips quirked slightly as he spoke, and Evril shook her head vigorously.
"No, really, I'm fine."
—The brown-haired man who had caught her gaze from the back of the banquet hall.
Gophrid released her shoulder, cupping her cheeks instead. The heat from her skin seared his palms. Her red lips, parting with shallow breaths, were swollen and flushed. His golden eyes darkened as he held her face. "Your aura right now..."
The tall man bent his head, shadow falling, and his lips descended slowly. They brushed lightly against her heated red ones before pulling away. Evril stiffened in surprise. He lowered his hand to grasp her fingertips gently, pressing a courteous kiss to the back of her hand while lifting his gaze to her frozen form.
"It's strangely lascivious. I can't just ignore it."
His golden eyes narrowed sharply.