He slowly turned his head to look up at the Earth Genasi woman. “Rhea...? What is she talking about?”
Rhea’s golden-bronze skin flushed a deep shade of copper. She bit her metallic lower lip, looking up at Rhys through her thick and misty lashes. Her statuesque frame trembling potently, with a sudden wave of vulnerability and long-suppressed desire.
“I’m... I’m so embarrassed, Rhys,” Rhea murmured sheepishly, her voice dropping into a breathless, intoxicating purr. “The truth is... my marriage isn’t just cold. Ever since you and Lira moved into this neighborhood... ever since I saw you... I developed the most overwhelming, helpless crush on you. You were so strong, yet knew how to be gentle-such a devoted husband... every time I looked at you, my heart beat out of my chest.”
Rhys’s breath hitched in his throat. He stared at her, completely speechbound, as the floorboards felt like they were collapsing beneath his feet.
“I tried so hard to bury it,” Rhea continued, her golden eyes burning intensely with seductive heat as she looked him up and down. “I tried to be the quiet, friendly neighbor across the street. But when Vespera told me about your... arrangement... when she told me that there was a chance for me to actually have you... I couldn’t resist. I have more money than I could ever spend in three lifetimes, Rhys. I don’t care about the cost.”
The tables had turned on him yet again, shattering his pride into dust.
Before he could process the shock, Vespera glided up silently behind him. Her soft arms coolly slithered over his shoulders, her sharp claws lightly tracing his chest as she leaned in, pressing her lips against the sensitive shell of his ear.
“You see, hero?” Vespera whispered wickedly, her hot breath tickling his neck. “More women in this sweet little neighborhood want a piece of you than you ever dared to dream. You’re a real commodity around here.”
Rhea rose from the sofa, towering over Rhys, her breathtaking form advancing on him. She looked down at Rhys with dark, pleading eyes, reaching out to clasp her warm golden hands around his wrist. “Please, Rhys...” she whispered softly. “I know about your debt contract with Vespera. Let me help you. I’m willing to pay extra—far extra—every single time we’re together. I just want to feel what it’s like to be taken by a real man.”
She genuinely believed she was helping him. She thought her wealth and her submission were an act of rescue. The sheer tragic irony of it made Rhys’s heart ache heavy, with a profound sadness for her, for Durin, and for himself. He was truly speechless, trapped in a web where even his friends’ pure intentions were warped into instruments of his degradation.
“You wouldn’t leave a desperate, beautiful woman hanging, would you, hero?” Vespera purred, her lips trailing soft, burning kisses down the side of Rhys’s neck. “Especially a close friend you know so well?”
A tight, sickening knot pulled taut in Rhys’s stomach. He looked into Rhea’s eyes, fully absorbing the unfiltered hunger radiating from her—a hunger that had apparently been burning beneath her motherly exterior for years. He accepted the dark, bizarre reality of his new life with heavy, silent surrender.
With a slight flick of her spotted tail, Vespera motioned Rhea forward while her hands roamed possessively over Rhys’s bare chest, feeling his muscles tense under her touch.
Rhea stepped into his space, her tall, lush body pressing against him in a warm, suffocating embrace. She wrapped her arms around Rhys’s neck, pulling his face up to hers, and pressed her lips to his in a deep and desperate kiss.
Rhys couldn’t prevent the sickening surge of cprimal heat that flooded his groin. The contrast between her statuesque, golden beauty and the raw, unbridled affection she poured into the kiss was too intoxicating. Shamefully, traitorously, his body responded, his arms instinctively resting on her soft waist as he accepted her advance.
Rhea let out a shuddering gasp softly against his mouth. Driven by years of dormant desire, her kiss turned frantic and deep, her tongue tangling with his as her golden fingers scrambled to unbutton his shirt. She peeled the fabric from his shoulders, her metal smooth, warm hands worshipping his chest and arms before she slid down onto her knees before him.
Rhea eagerly unbuckled his belt with trembling fingers, and pulled his pants down to his thighs.
She paused, sitting back on her heels, her golden eyes wide with unadulterated awe as she took in his fully aroused length just inches from her face.
“Oh, gods...” Rhea whispered breathlessly, her cheeks burning bright copper. “Rhys... you’re... you’re even better than I ever imagined...”
Rhys stood frozen above her, his face burning with a mix of intense embarrassment and rising heat, unable to formulate a coherent thought as Vespera giggled delightedly in his ear, pressing a proud, lingering kiss to his cheek.
“Show him what he’s been missing, darling,” Vespera whispered encouragingly.
Rhea didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, opening her puckerd, full lips, and took Rhys into her mouth.
An electric shock of pure, unadulterated sensation shot straight up Rhys’s spine. His eyes rolled back, a sharp, ragged gasp tearing from his throat. Her Genasi physiology was entirely different from anything he had ever experienced—her mouth possessed a deep, radiating, furnace-like warmth, her soft skin so smooth and silky it felt like melted liquid gold against him.
Vespera held Rhys tight from behind, her slitted amber eyes watching Rhea work with predatory delight. “That’s it, Rhea...” Vespera whispered into Rhys’s ear, her hands stroking his abdomen. “Make up for all those wasted, lonely years with your husband. Take everything Rhys has to give you.”
Hearing Vespera’s corrupting words seemed to ignite something carnal inside the Earth Genasi. Rhea picked up her speed, her throat working him deep, in a frantic rhythm that devoured him completely. Her hands gripping Rhys’s thighs for support as she took him all the way to the root.
Rhys shuddered violently, his knuckles tightening as he grabbed the edge of the kitchen island to keep his balance.
Suddenly, Rhea pulled back with a light, wet sound, gasping softly, a brilliant, euphoric smile spreading across her golden face. “Rhys...” she breathed, her eyes glowing with wild excitement. “I... I think I can finally try something I could never, ever do with Durin...”
Before Rhys could ask, Rhea shifted her posture on the floor. She sat up tall, bringing her massive, plump breasts together, fully enclosing Rhys’s length softly between the impossibly warm skin of her chest.
She began to move up and down in a slow, rhythmic motion, sliding along his shaft with incredible, suffocating friction.
Rhys let out a low, broken groan, his mind floating away on cloud nine. The sensation was mind-numbing—her golden skin felt impossibly soft, her radiant body heat enveloping him completely.
Then, Rhea leaned her head forward. While keeping him deeply locked within her bosom, she opened her mouth and took his crown back into her wet lips at the very same time, combining both sensations into an agonizingly perfect assault.
Rhys’s head fell back, his chest heaving as he stared up at the ceiling in complete, stunned disbelief. He was totally overwhelmed by the sheer visual and physical spectacle of his quiet, motherly neighbor servicing him on his living room floor. He couldn't bring himself to look down.
Beside them, Vespera’s breath hitched. Her slitted amber eyes widened in genuine amazement, her spotted tail whipping wildly through the air. “Oh, my...” Vespera gasped, her tone laced with dark, uninhibited arousal. “Rhea, darling... that is magnificent. You are exciting me more than I expected!”
Driven wild by the sight, Vespera began to run her own hands all over her body, her manicured claws dragging across her hips and thighs as she watched the Earth Genasi devouring their shared target.
Rhea kept going, her head bobbing rhythmically, her deep Genasi warmth completely consuming him. Every single time she pushed down, Rhys’s length completely disappeared into her lush form, swallowed whole by her golden skin and wet lips.
After a few breathless minutes of the intense enclosure, Rhea pulled her chest back slightly, swiftly returning to a intense deep-throat rhythm that forced Rhys to grip her dark bronze hair just to stay upright.
Vespera couldn’t take being a mere spectator any longer. “Let me join in on that,” she suddenly purred, sliding off Rhys’s back and dropping gracefully to her knees right beside the Earth Genasi.
Rhea smiled warmly up at Vespera, adjusting her posture. She pulled back just enough to maintain her soft bosom enclosure around the base, making room for Vespera to lean in eagerly and take Rhys’s upper length into her own wet, practiced mouth.
The two women worked in effortless, mind-bending coordination—Vespera servicing him from the side while Rhea held him tightly in her warm, golden embrace.
Rhys stared down at them in earth shattering shock. The innocent, respectable memory of his quiet neighbor Rhea was being systematically, irrevocably rewritten right before his eyes.
I feel so terrible for Durin... the thought flashed weakly, pathetically through his mind. But the overwhelming, tidal wave of intense physical pleasure instantly wiped away all logical thought, leaving only the primal roar in his ears.
With a deep, broken groan, Rhys reached his limit. He arched his back, holding onto both women as he finished hard.
Vespera took the brunt of the initial, powerful pulse, swallowing eagerly before pulling back with a wet, satisfied sound. The moment Vespera yielded, Rhea instantly leaned forward, taking over to catch every remaining drop, her throat working rhythmically as she drank him down with pure, devout happiness.
When it was over, Rhea rested her chin gently on Rhys’s knee, looking up at him through thick, misty lashes. Her golden face was dazed; a radiant mess of moisture, her cheeks flushed with absolute, euphoric bliss.
“Rhys...” Rhea whimpered softly, her deep voice trembling with a fresh, undeniable surge of rising hunger. “Please... I want more.”
To his own intense shock and shameful realization, Rhys felt the heat stirring in his chest once again. His traitorous body responded to the golden woman begging at his feet, leaving him trapped in the roaring current of his corrupted new reality.