John was a bit puzzled with Lyra’s behavior before, but he quickly understood her. The woman was jealous. She was jealous of the women around him, and even jealous of the newly created female Wraith named Nyxara.
She had pulled him aside and told him straightly that she was ready. That she wanted him to have her for the first time, and she didn’t mind it happening in a cave. That she had more than enough energy for it.
They had made their way back to the final boss floor of the Undead Lair. The chamber was empty now, the Lich long dead. But at the far end of the room there laid something unusual.
Something most out of place in this forsaken place. A bed, well-kept and the sheets clean as if someone had taken care of it regularly. The mattress is firm enough to hold someone’s weight.
John looked at her.
"Ready?"
Her cheeks were already red. "Yes... I am. But please, be gentle with me."
John wasted no time, pulling off his clothes as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her. She got closer, her pale skin glimmering in the dim lighting of the chamber as she slowly took off her piece of dark leather armor piece by piece until she stood completely before him, clad in nothing.
She sat down beside him and her pale skin glowed ever so softly in the dim lighting of the chamber.
John leaned over and captured her lips in a soft kiss. It started off gentle but soon deepened, his tongue probing at her mouth until it had taken full control. She tried to do the same, but her inexperience quickly betrayed her, making her awkwardly kiss him back in an attempt to do the same.
After several long seconds they pulled away, both panting. John didn’t stop there, he went lower and started kissing her neck, his open mouth nipping at the tender skin until he bit down slightly, marking her as his.
She shivered in response.
He proceeded to kiss lower, nipping at her collarbones until he had reached her breasts. He took her right one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling until his hand fondled her left one, his thumb brushing at her other nipple.
"Aah... John..." Lyra moaned, her voice already shaky.
Hearing her say his name caused him to smile against her skin. He didn’t stop there, he continued to lavish more attention to her breasts, sucking and nibbling at them until he had left a few red marks all over the soft pale skin. Her breathing was becoming more ragged with each touch of his.
John slowly went lower, kissing her stomach as he finally stopped just above her pussy.
She was already out of breath, her grey eyes looking down at him, silently begging him to continue.
John just watched her for a moment, enjoying the slight squirming she was doing under his gaze, the way she pushed her thighs together.
"Are you ready, Lyra?" he asked calmly.
She could barely get the word out. "Yes..."
John smiled and lowered his head to her between her legs. He started licking her clit with slow strokes of his tongue, eliciting a strangled moan from her as she tried and failed to contain the sound.
He showed her no mercy. He continued licking her clit with focused hunger, treating it like a five-star meal. Her taste was something that no restaurant could hope to recreate and he already knew he wanted it for ever.
"More... more, Master... don’t stop..." Lyra whimpered, her hands going into his white hair as she held his head still.
John went lower, opening her legs with his fingers as he licked her labia, then pushing his tongue inside, eating her thoroughly. She jerked violently, still holding his head.
She had never felt something like this before. The wet sounds of his mouth on her filled the quiet chamber as he continued to devour her without pause.
Then Her walls tensed up. A sudden wave of pleasure crashed over her pelvic region, sending a ripple of feeling across her whole body. She had her first climax, her legs shaking as she came, a broken cry escaping her lips.
John pulled back, lips glistening as he laughed softly.
"We’re not finished yet."
Lyra’s eyes still bore the overwhelming heat and need within them.
"Master... please fuck me until I pass out."
John wasted no time, positioning himself between her legs as he rubbed the head of his nine-inch cock against her sensitive clit, teasing her for a moment before sliding inside her slowly.
Inch by inch he pushed in. He had finally entered her completely and her hymen broke with a sudden rush of tears of joy flowing down her cheeks.
"Master... I’m glad I gave my first time to you."
John leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Lyra, are you ready?"
She nodded.
He began moving, starting with slow pushes. He leaned down and kissed her as he fucked her.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders, trying to muffle her moans against his mouth.
Gradually he began to move faster. His cock pushed into her with a steady pace, her walls spasming around him as she neared another climax.
"Cum for me, Lyra." John said.
A second climax tore through her almost immediately. Her fluids spilled all around his cock, coating the sheets beneath them.
She thought it was over, but John wasn’t done.
He pulled out, flipping her onto her stomach and in one motion buried himself deep inside her again from behind.
Lyra bit down on the sheets, trying to contain herself as she moaned, but the sounds still slipped out.
"John... ah—! I’m... cum... cumming—!"
A third, more powerful climax ripped through her body. Her whole frame was shaking as she came powerfully around him.
Only then did John finally pull out. He looked down at her with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Lyra... you were wonderful."
She weakly turned her back on her stomach. John leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, expressing his affection. Lyra smiled faintly, her energy drained of any strength and quickly fell asleep.
John sat there for a while, his cock still hard and aching for more. The experience had proven something to him. Eventually he would need more women, but for now he would only be with Lyra until she was truly comfortable with the idea of sharing him.
John was a simple man in that regard. If his woman wasn’t willing to accept a harem, he wouldn’t force it. He loves the woman that was his, and he respected her feelings. It was a good thing he was like that... because Lyra was very obsessive.
While he pondered over these thoughts, watching her peaceful sleeping face, soft footsteps approached. He was too distracted to notice until a voice spoke.
"I’m sorry for barging in..."
It was Aiko.
The moment she saw the scene; the two of them naked, with Lyra asleep on the bed, her face and ears turned bright red. She quickly turned and ran out of the chamber without another word.
John looked towards where she had disappeared and shook his head. He stood up from the bed and quietly began to gather his clothes.
As he got dressed, his thoughts grew clearer. This was no longer just about revenge. He had people he needed to protect now.
He looked down at Lyra’s sleeping form and vowed the oath out loud, his voice quiet.
"I swear... No matter what comes, I will protect my allies. I will not let any of them fall.
Not Lyra.
Not Aiko.
Not Airi.
Not anyone who stands with me. Even if I have to become a monster to do it... I will keep them safe."