The Aelvyn didn't know it, but her green eyes were flickering gold again and she felt horny but also...
...mischievous.
Bolder.
Primal.
That was the only word that surfaced in Linda’s mind as she gazed up at the wreckage of Lyra Ashcroft. The Ardel woman lay sprawled across the mahogany, her eyes squeezed shut and her chest heaving in ragged, uneven gulps of air. Her large boobs, freed from the constraints of lace and professional fabric, spilled across her ribs like heavy, pale mounds of cream, trembling with every gasp.
Linda’s mouth watered, her gaze tracing the faint, electric blue veins that mapped across the expanse of them, reminding her of the imposing, gothic beauty of Alcina Dimitrescu.
The sight was intoxicating and the Aelvyn jolted up, her cock jutting in the air.
Linda jolted off the floor with surprising speed, the primal energy humming in her veins. She stepped between Lyra's trembling thighs and gripped the woman's waist, hoisting her up from the desk. Lyra’s legs were like wet noodles, buckling instantly under her own weight, forcing her to collapse against Linda’s chest for support.
Linda leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of the Ardel woman’s ear...
"I- I'm not done with you yet, Lyra," Linda whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions.
Lyra’s purple eyes widened, the pupils still blown wide from her peak, but Linda didn't give her a chance to regain her composure. With a sudden, fluid strength, the Aelvyn spun her around, large boobs swaying with the momentum as the Ardel woman faced away from Linda.
Lyra let out a startled gasp that quickly dissolved into a broken moan when Linda buried her face in the crook of her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive porcelain skin.
"P- Puppy..." Lyra stuttered, her voice a wrecked ghost of its usual authority, though the word was barely a whisper.
Linda didn't let her finish.
The Aelvyn pressed her length firmly against the curve of Lyra’s backside, the heat of her cock searing through the thin divide of their skin. She began to grind in a slow, up and down motion that smeared her precum against her skin, feeling the plushness of Lyra's cheeks yield against her. As she moved, Linda’s hands migrated upward, sliding over the smooth plane of the Ardel woman's stomach - which caused a shiver from the woman - to seize the heavy, overflowing weight of her boobs. They were soft and warm, spilling over Linda's fingers like silk, and she squeezed them with a newfound hunger, marveling at the contrast between her own trembling confidence and the raw, physical power of the woman beneath her.
"You're so soft, Lyra... everything about you is so soft," Linda murmured, her voice thick.
The Aelvyn shifted her grip, her thumbs grazing the undersides of those pale mounds, pulling Lyra closer until there wasn't a single millimeter of air between them.
"Still the boss, Lyra?" Linda whispered, her voice dropping an octave, vibrating against the other woman's skin. "You still want to tell me what to do?"
Lyra let out a shaky, indignant huff, trying to summon her iron-willed composure.
"Don't get... overconfident, you little—" Lyra started to say back, though her voice warbled a bit, but the sentence died in her throat as one of Linda’s hand slid downward...
Linda’s fingers found the drenched heat of Lyra’s center with unerring precision. While one hand continued to knead the heavy, soft weight of Lyra’s boob, her other hand dipped low, two fingers finding the swollen, pulsing bead of her clit. With a slow, deliberate motion, Linda began to circle the sensitive peak, the friction of wet skin on skin creating a sharp, electric spark that made Lyra’s back arch violently.
The Aelvyn's own impressive boobs were pressed into the Ardel woman's back, her nipples peaked, and her cock now firmly nestled within Lyra's buttcheeks.
Linda thought she could cum right there, but gritted her teeth and focused on the woman that was molded to her.
"I'm... I'm still the one... ah!... in charge here," Lyra gasped, her voice cracking as she tried to reclaim the authority that usually commanded the room. She tried to straighten her spine, but the sensation of Linda’s fingers circling her clit with rhythmic, relentless pressure made her knees buckle. "You're just... oh Vessandra... a clumsy little... nngh... pup- puppy!"
Linda let out a soft, breathless laugh, the sound devoid of her usual hesitation.
"Didn't you call me a beast earlier, Lyra?" Linda whispered, the words hot against the shell of the other woman's ear.
Without giving her a chance to respond, Linda gripped Lyra’s hips and pivoted her with a sudden, firm strength. She bent the older woman forward, slamming her chest-first onto the mahogany surface of the desk. Lyra’s large and heavy boobs flattened against the polished wood with a wet, fleshy thud, her silver-rimmed glasses sliding crookedly down her nose as she let out a choked gasp of surprise. With her torso pinned, Lyra’s ample butt was hoisted high into the air, a pale, inviting curve that dominated Linda's field of vision.
Linda let the voices win.
The Aelvyn reached down, her palms sliding over the smooth, firm cheeks of Lyra’s backside, squeezing the plush flesh with an intensity that left red marks on the pale skin. With a sudden, calculated motion, Linda hooked her legs around the Ardel woman’s long, elegant thighs and kicked them wide, forcing her legs apart to fully expose the drenched, pulsing heat of her pussy.
"Y- you... you wouldn't dare," Lyra stammered, her voice trembling as she tried to look back at Linda. "You're just a shy little—"
Linda didn't let her finish. She reached down, wrapping her fingers around the length of her eight-inch cock, the head already slick with pre-cum. She dragged the tip slowly, deliberately, along the swollen, drenched lips of Lyra’s pussy, teasing the entrance.
"Imani really liked being with me..." Linda said, her voice breathy and eager. "I think it's time I showed you exactly what she was talking about."
Without another word, Linda shifted her weight, aligning the head of her eight-inch cock with Lyra’s drenched entrance. With a sharp, decisive thrust, she sank all of her length home, burying herself deep inside the older woman. The impact was visceral; Linda’s hips slammed against Lyra’s plush, heavy butt with a loud, wet slap that echoed through the room. Lyra’s body jolted, her breasts flattening further against the mahogany desk as she let out a loud, shattered moan, her silver-rimmed glasses finally sliding off and clattering onto the floor.
"Oooooooooo!!!!" Lyra moaned out, her lewd noise bouncing off the walls.
The Aelvyn let out a breathy gasp, her hips locking against Lyra's as she felt the tight, searing heat of the Ardel woman's walls clamping around her. It felt incredible - the slick, velvet friction of Lyra's insides gripping every inch of her cock.
"You feel so good, Lyra..." Linda whispered, her voice trembling not with shyness, but with a raw, hungry intensity.
The sensation was overwhelming...
Just like Imani…
The Ardel woman’s interior was a searing, velvet vice that clung to every ridge of Linda’s length, squeezing her with rhythmic, involuntary pulses. Linda groaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she enjoyed the inner walls of Lyra.
Lyra let out a ragged, stuttering breath.
"Stop... stop talking and just... nngh... move, you insufferable pup!" Lyra managed to gasp out.
Though the words were sharp - they were laced with a desperate, needy heat - her hips subconsciously tilting back to demand more of the eight-inch invasion.
Linda let out a low, guttural moan, her fingers digging into the soft, pale meat of Lyra's butt as she suddenly pulled back. She retreated almost entirely, the slick, wet sound of her withdrawal echoing in the quiet of the room, leaving Lyra gasping and empty. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the ragged rhythm of their breathing and the distant drip of some unseen leak. Then, with a sudden, violent surge of power, the Aelvyn hammered back in, burying her full length deep into the Ardel woman's searing heat with a wet, visceral thud that shook the mahogany desk.
"Is this what you want, Lyra?" Linda whispered, the gold flicker in her eyes intensifying as she felt the tight, velvet walls of the Ardel woman clamping around her again. "Do you want me to just move?"
"If you don't move—" Lyra ground out, her body shifting impatiently, but the Aelvyn cut her words off.
"No, no... this won't do." Linda interrupted, a wide smile coming onto her face.
Linda didn't give Lyra a second to respond.
The Aelvyn gripped the woman's hips with a bruising intensity and drove forward with a sudden, violent force. The first thrust was a blunt shock, slamming deep into Lyra’s cervix and knocking the air from her lungs in a sharp, ragged wheeze. Before Lyra could even gasp, Linda retracted just enough to tease the entrance before hammering back in with a second, heavier surge. The impact was visceral, the sound of their pelvic bones colliding like a wet slap that echoed through the office, and her balls slapped against the Ardel woman's butt.
Lyra’s head snapped back against the mahogany, her purple hair splaying across the wood as she let out a strangled, incoherent sound.
"H- How..." Lyra tried to say, but Linda wasn't done.
The third thrust was the hardest yet.
Linda pulled back again, agonizingly slow, until only the crown of her eight inches remained lodged within Lyra's heat. Then, she lunged. The third thrust was a seismic event, a brutal, deep-seated slam that didn't just hit Lyra's cervix - it seemed to vibrate through her entire spine. the Ardel woman’s body arched violently, her toes curling against the air as her eyes rolled back. The commanding administrator vanished, replaced by a woman whose mind had simply ceased to function, her consciousness dissolving into a white-hot haze of friction and pressure.
"You were made for me..." Linda growled, the words tasting of salt and heat. "...made for this."
Linda started to thrust.
PLAP.
PLAP.
PLAP.
The rhythm became frantic, a wet, rhythmic drumming that drowned out the distant sounds of the city outside.
Linda had one thought it mind and it was to fuck this woman's brains out.
"L-lin... nggh... da... ah!... stop... n-no, don't...stop!" Lyra babbled, the syllables fracturing as her cervix was pounded relentlessly by the Aelvyn’s eight inches.
Linda didn't.
She just kept driving into the Ardel woman over and over and over....
Her one brain cell focused on sex...
The need to ravage Lyra...
The need to own? Lyra Ashcroft....
Lyra’s legs, those long, commanding limbs that usually marched with military precision, shook violently as she clung to the edge of the desk for dear life. Her head tossed back, purple hair splaying across the wood, as her voice dissolved into a series of guttural, wet whimpers.
"I'm... I'm cumming! Oh gods, I'm—ah! I'M CUMMING!!!!" Lyra shrieked, her internal muscles clamping down on Linda’s shaft with a desperate, crushing intensity.
A flood of heat surged through her, her body convulsing in a violent, racking orgasm that left her gasping for air, her porcelain skin flushed a deep, mottled crimson.
Linda felt the surge of Lyra’s release pulsing around her, a tight, rhythmic suction that pushed her own climax dangerously close.
Leaning down, the Aelvyn pressed her own boobs against Lyra’s heaving back, the friction of their naked skin sounding like a wet slap. She leaned into the woman's ear, her voice a low, possessive growl that vibrated through Lyra's entire frame.
"You're mine, Lyra," Linda mumbled, her breath hot and ragged. "Mine to fuck... and mine to breed. Mine."
Linda didn't know it, but her eyes were shingling gold now.
Bright and alive and familiar.
Linda let out a low, guttural moan, her hips locking forward with a final, devastating surge. She buried herself to the hilt, the head of her shaft slamming deep against Lyra’s cervix. The release was violent, a sudden volcanic eruption of thick, pearlescent seed that flooded into the woman's womb in hot, rhythmic pulses. Each rope of semen was viscous and heavy, filling Lyra to capacity, the white fluid swirling against the walls of her internals with a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the quiet office.
Lyra’s her body shuddered under the sheer volume of the load.
"It's... it's so... nggh... so warm," Lyra stuttered, her voice a broken rasp. "Too much... oh gods, it feels so good... it's filling me... all of it..." She arched her back, her long, pale legs trembling as she felt the thick, creamy heat pooling deep inside her, stretching her open.
Linda leaned in, her silver hair brushing against Lyra's flushed cheek, her voice dripping with a newfound, possessive confidence.
"Take it all, Lyra," Lyra whispered, her breath hitching. "Get pregnant with my pups. Carry them for me."
The Aelvyn didn't pull away, instead grinding her pelvis against Lyra's backside, ensuring every single drop of her seed was pressed deep into the woman's core, sealing the claim.
Linda went limp, her muscles turning to water as she collapsed onto Lyra’s sweat-slicked back. She breathed in heavy, ragged gulps, the scent of sex and musk filling her nostrils. Despite the exhaustion, her body continued to twitch, sending a few final, erratic spurts of thick, pearlescent fluid into Lyra’s overfilled womb. The excess began to leak, a viscous, white slurry that bubbled and slopped over the edges of Lyra's entrance, dripping down the woman's trembling thighs and pooling on the wood below with a wet, tacky sound.
They both stayed like that for a while.
Linda's lesbian brain also melted from amazing sex, but that feeling of confidence fading as time passed...
The silence of the office was broken only by heavy breathing and sweat-slick skin being removed from sweat-slicked skin.
The Aelvyn let out a long, shaky exhale, her muscles finally unlocking as she slid out of Lyra with a wet, suctioning pop and standing on shaky legs as Lyra flopped onto her back. The Ardel woman looked marvelous, very flushed, but also very satisfied as one of her hands slowly drifted down to her pussy and coated a finger in their combined fluids. Linda watched as Lyra brought it up to her mouth, putting the digits in her mouth, and moaning as she lewdly sucked them clean.
What...
What?, Linda thought, her brain hazy and moving a million miles a minute at the same time.
Lyra let out a ragged, breathy laugh, her chest heaving as she stared up at the ceiling, her expression one of absolute defeat and utter satisfaction.
"You... you are... absolutely brilliant." Lyra got out, her breathing evening out. "And everything I could have ever hoped for."
"H- Huh?" Linda responded, her own breathing evening out as well.
Lyra shifted, bracing herself on her elbows to sit up. Her pale skin was flushed a deep, mottled pink, and her purple hair clung to her damp forehead in jagged streaks. She looked like a shipwrecked aristocrat, her chest heaving as she gazed up at Linda with an expression of genuine, raw admiration. "You are positively splendid, my dear," Lyra murmured, her voice still raspy from the screams. "A revelation. I had forgotten that a body could be played like an instrument."
Linda didn't answer immediately because she was too busy staring. Now that the haze of climax had lifted, the sheer physicality of the woman before her was overwhelming. Lyra’s boobs were immense, heavy things that sagged slightly with a realistic, mature weight, the pale skin mapped with a network of prominent, pulsing blue veins...
"Oh n- no..." Linda stuttered, her voice soft and trembling. "How... How- What? I- How c- could I do that!?"
The rush of adrenaline evaporated, leaving Linda staring in horror at the aftermath. She scrambled back toward the Ardel woman, her silver hair clinging to her damp, tan shoulders. She didn't even notice she was naked, her eyes locked on the wreckage of the Lyra's composure. Between her long, trembling legs, her pussy was a glistening, ruined mess.
Guilt crashed over Linda like a tidal wave.
This hadn't been a gentle encounter.
It had been a frantic, primal reclamation.
She reached out with shaking fingers, checking Lyra’s ribs and hips for bruises, her touch tentative and apologetic. She felt the slick, hot warmth of her own seed leaking out of the woman, smelling of musk and salt. Every time she looked at that dripping, swollen opening, she felt a pang of shame. She had handled Lyra with a viciousness she didn't know she possessed, treating the commanding woman like a piece of clay to be molded and crushed.
Lyra, however, didn't look like she wanted an apology.
"Don't... don't you dare apologize," Lyra rasped, her voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel. "That was... divine."
Linda didn't hear her.
The sudden drop in dopamine had left her reeling, her mind spiraling back into the shy, stuttering shell of the woman she had been in North Dakota. Hot tears pricked her green eyes and spilled over, dripping onto Lyra’s pale, flushed chest. She collapsed forward, sobbing as she wrapped her arms around the taller woman. The contact was messy and their naked bodies clung together in a slick, suctioning embrace.
Linda buried her face in Lyra's shoulder, mumbling through a choked sob, "I'm so sorry... oh god, I'm so sorry. I just... I don't even curse! I don't know what came over me!"
"Shhh, enough of that," Lyra murmured, her voice regaining its melodic steadiness. Lyra reached up, her long fingers combing through Linda’s tangled silver hair before sliding down to brush the sensitive tips of the Aelvyn’s pointed ears. Linda shivered violently, a sharp gasp escaping her as the touch sent a jolt of electricity through her spine. "It was entirely consensual, my sweet. If anyone is to blame for the lack of grace, it is me. I should have sat you down and explained the... particulars... of our respective needs before letting our instincts take the wheel."
Linda pulled back slightly, her green eyes blinking through a veil of fresh tears.
The Aelvyn tried to swallow the lump in her throat and voice her concerns.
"W- Where did that all come from?" Linda stammered, her voice barely a whisper against the silence of the room. "The... the beast in me? The way I wanted to... to claim you? It was like I wasn't even there... I... really like the puppy thing, but I wanted to g- get you pregnant! That's..."
Lyra let out a soft, knowing chuckle, the sound vibrating against Linda's chest.
A small, mischievous smile played on the Ardel woman's porcelain lips.
"Perhaps you simply have a breeding kink, my sweet," Lyra replied. "A primal urge to leave a mark on the world. And if you must know..." She added, her hand sliding down with slow, deliberate precision to cup Linda's balls in a firm, possessive grip. "...I wouldn't mind becoming round with your child."
The sudden contact sent a fresh jolt of heat through Linda, momentarily silencing the panicked introvert in her head. She gasped, her body reacting instinctively to the touch despite her mental chaos. Her cock jolted in a tiny thrust against her stomach, seeking purchase like a rutting dog.
"L- Lyra..." Linda whined, the name trailing off into a fragile, needy sound.
Lyra didn't respond to the whine, but slowly inched their faces closer until their breaths mingled. Then, she surged forward, capturing Linda’s lips in a kiss that tasted of desperation and sudden, overwhelming tenderness. It wasn't the calculated dominance of Garviss's right hand or the practiced poise of an assistant. It was a raw, starving collision. The Ardel woman’s hands slid from Linda's groin to cup her face, her fingers digging into the silver-haired girl's tan skin with a possessive urgency that silenced any further stammering.
The kiss deepened, becoming a frantic exchange of tongues and heat that seemed to pull the air from the room. Linda felt the strength in Lyra’s arms, the sheer physical presence of a woman who could command a room with a glance now focused entirely on the fragile, trembling woman above her.
As they finally broke for air, Lyra rested her forehead against Linda's, her piercing purple eyes shimmering with an intensity that made Linda’s beat quickly.
Wow, Linda thought dumbly.
"Listen to me, my sweet," Lyra whispered, her town now laced with a warmth that felt like a physical embrace. "You are thinking too much. You worry about the boundaries of a world you barely know, fearing that your desires are too loud or too greedy. But this is okay. Wanting me is okay. Wanting Imani, Petra, and Izze is more than okay. It is natural." She pressed a lingering kiss to Linda's forehead, her eyes searching Linda's green ones with an intensity that brooked no argument. "Stop analyzing the hunger and simply feel it. You don't need to apologize for the space you take up in this world, or the way you want to claim it."
The Aelvyn let out a long, shaky breath, the tension finally draining from her shoulders.
Linda blinked, a small, playful glint appearing in her eyes as she looked up at the commanding woman.
"Maybe you're right," Linda murmured, her voice regaining its softness but carrying a new, teasing edge. She leaned in closer, her silver hair brushing against Lyra's porcelain skin. "Actually... I think I'm just really, really horny for hot women."
The admission caused Lyra to actually chuckle, a rich, throaty sound that vibrated against Linda's naked body.
And that felt good.
Linda felt good.
And that was okay.