CHAPTER 768: THE MISSING TOUCH (1)

The alcove’s dim ember-glow pulsed like a slow heartbeat, casting faint shadows across the linen-stacked walls. Mikhailis leaned against the cool stone, his eyes closed, breath steady but shallow, the weight of the night’s infiltration settling into his bones. Just one hour, he told himself, letting the castle’s quiet hum lull him toward rest. The Brake Choir’s distant drone wove through the air, a low hymn that felt almost like home. But then, a warmth crept in, subtle at first, like a fire kindling in the dark. What’s this? The heat pressed closer, sticking to his skin, a familiar presence that made his pulse quicken despite his fatigue. Someone’s here.

A soft hand brushed his thigh, fingers trailing with deliberate slowness, tracing the muscle through his worn trousers. Lira. He knew it instantly—her touch was unmistakable, steady yet teasing, the kind that carried years of quiet trust and unspoken want. She’s bold tonight. His lips twitched, but he kept his eyes shut, feigning sleep, curious to see how far she’d go. Her hand lingered, rubbing higher, the pressure firm but careful, sending a spark through his core. Gods, she’s not holding back. The heat of her palm seeped through the fabric, and he felt his huge thing stir, hardening under her touch, a betrayal of his pretended slumber.

Her fingers found him, wrapping around his length through the cloth, stroking with a rhythm that was both gentle and insistent. She knows exactly what she’s doing. The sensation was electric, a fire igniting in his groin, his breath hitching despite his efforts to stay still. I should stop her... but I won’t. Her hand moved faster, the friction building, and then he felt her shift closer, her other hand guiding his to her thigh, then higher, to the warm, slick entrance of her cave. She’s ready, gods, she’s so ready. His fingers brushed her folds, wet and inviting, and she let out a soft moan, "MMH!", the sound low but raw, echoing faintly in the alcove. She’s already on the edge.

Her moans grew louder, a string of breathy "MMH! MMH!" as his fingers explored her, sliding inside with ease, her walls pulsing around him. She’s trembling, so close. The wet "QUELCH! QUELCH!" of his fingers moving filled the air, a quiet chorus that matched her gasps. Her hips rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure, her breath ragged as she teetered on the brink. She’s losing it, and I’m barely trying. Her hand tightened on his thing, stroking harder, the fabric a frustrating barrier between them. I want her now, but I’ll let her beg.

Lira leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a desperate whisper. "I can’t wait for it again..." The words were raw, hungry, a plea wrapped in need. She’s not even trying to be subtle. Mikhailis kept his eyes closed, his face still, feigning ignorance, though his body betrayed him, his huge thing throbbing under her grip. Let’s see how much she wants this. Her breath hitched, her moans softening into a frustrated whimper as she realized he wasn’t responding. "Please," she whispered, her voice breaking, "I know you’re awake."

That was it. His eyes snapped open, dark with arousal, a crooked grin spreading across his face. She’s mine.

Without a word, he pulled her close, their lips crashing together in a kiss that was fierce, unyielding, a collision of pent-up need. "Slrp! Slrp!" The sounds were immediate, wet and urgent, as their tongues curled together, sucking hard, tasting the salt and warmth of each other. Gods, her tongue, it’s like she’s devouring me. Her hands flew to his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, her body pressing against his, her breasts soft against his chest. She’s everywhere, and I want all of it.

The kiss deepened, a fire that consumed the alcove’s quiet, their tongues coiling tightly, sucking with a desperation that felt eternal. "Slrp! Slrp!" The sounds grew louder, unapologetic, as Lira’s tongue dove deeper, curling around his, pulling with a ferocity that matched her earlier moans. She’s hungry, and I’m giving her everything. His hands roamed, sliding to her hips, gripping them firmly, then higher to her waist, feeling the curve of her through her worn steward’s dress. She’s so warm, so alive. Her moans vibrated against his lips, "MMH!", muffled but raw, as the kiss intensified, their breaths mingling in the stingy air. I could lose myself in this, in her.

Lira’s hands moved, one sliding to his chest, fingers splaying over his heartbeat, the other still stroking his huge thing, tugging at the fabric with impatient need. She wants it out, and I’m not stopping her. He groaned into the kiss, a low "HMM!", as her fingers worked, the sensation pushing him closer to the edge. She’s driving me crazy. His hand returned to her cave, fingers sliding inside again, the wet "QUELCH! QUELCH!" joining the chorus of their kiss, her walls pulsing around him as she moaned louder, "MMH! MORE!" She’s so close again, gods, she’s perfect.

The kiss was a storm now, their tongues tangling in a frantic dance, sucking hard, tasting every inch of each other. "Slrp! Slrp!" The sounds filled the alcove, a relentless duet that drowned out the castle’s distant hum. Her taste, it’s everything—salt, warmth, her. Lira’s body arched against him, her hips grinding against his hand, chasing the pleasure as her moans grew wilder, "MMH! MMH!" She’s going to come, I can feel it. His fingers moved faster, curling inside her, hitting her sweet places with precision, while her hand stroked him harder, the fabric straining against his length. I’m not far behind.

Their lips didn’t part, the kiss stretching long, intense, a battle of need and trust. She’s claiming me, and I’m letting her. Her tongue curled around his, sucking fiercely, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. Gods, I want her now. His free hand slid to her breast, kneading it through her dress, feeling her nipple harden under his touch, eliciting another moan, "MMH!" She’s so responsive, so mine. The alcove’s stone faded, the world shrinking to their kiss, their touch, the heat building between them. This is ours, this moment.

Lira’s body trembled, her core tightening around his fingers, her moans peaking as she teetered on the edge again. She’s there, so close. Her hand on his thing slowed, then gripped harder, a desperate plea for more. She wants it all, and I’ll give it. The "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds were relentless, their tongues coiling, sucking with a hunger that felt sacred. I’m addicted to her, to this.

His heart pounded, his body alive with the fire of her touch, her taste, her need. I could stay here forever, lost in her.

The kiss stretched on, neither willing to break it, their lips moving with a ferocity that spoke of nights apart, of worry and want. She’s my anchor, my truth. Lira’s fingers dug into his neck, pulling him closer, her breath hot against his lips as she moaned into the kiss, "MMH!" She’s everything. The alcove held them, its linen stacks and dim light a cradle for their passion, the castle’s pulse a distant echo. This is us, and I’m not letting go.

The kiss burned hotter, a relentless inferno that consumed the alcove’s quiet, their lips locked in a fierce, unyielding dance. "Slrp! Slrp!" The wet sounds echoed, sharp and unapologetic, as Lira’s tongue curled around Mikhailis’s, sucking hard, pulling with a hunger that made his head spin. Gods, her tongue, it’s like she’s claiming every inch of me. Her taste—salt, warmth, a faint trace of broth from the pantry—flooded his senses, a flavor that was hers alone, raw and intoxicating. I’m drowning in her, and I don’t want to surface. His tongue met hers, coiling tightly, sucking back with equal ferocity, the "Slrp! Slrp!" chorus growing louder, a symphony of their shared need. She’s relentless, and I’m matching her.

Lira’s hands moved with purpose, sliding from his neck to his chest, fingers tugging at the laces of his shirt, pulling them loose with impatient jerks. She’s undressing me, gods, she’s bold. The fabric parted, and she pushed it off his shoulders, her palms gliding over his bare skin, tracing the lines of muscle with a reverence that sent sparks through him. Her touch, it’s fire. He groaned into the kiss, a low "HMM!", as her fingers brushed his nipples, teasing them to hardness, her nails scraping lightly, igniting his core. She knows exactly what she’s doing. His hands responded, finding the hem of her steward’s dress, lifting it slowly, savoring the feel of her thighs beneath the worn fabric. I want her bare, all of her.

The kiss didn’t falter, their tongues tangling in a frantic dance, sucking fiercely, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds a relentless pulse that filled the alcove. Her tongue, it’s everywhere, pulling me apart. Lira’s tongue curled around his, sucking hard, then softer, teasing the tip before diving deep again, a rhythm that mirrored the heat building between them. She’s playing me, and I’m letting her. Her hands slid lower, tugging his trousers down, the fabric catching briefly on his huge thing before freeing it, hard and throbbing in the dim light. She’s not stopping, and I don’t want her to. Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking slowly, the sensation searing, drawing another groan, "HMM!", muffled by their kiss.

Mikhailis’s hands moved with equal intent, pulling her dress higher, over her hips, then her waist, until it bunched at her chest. She’s so warm, so soft. He broke the kiss for a moment, just long enough to lift the dress over her head, tossing it aside to join his shirt on the stone floor. Bare now, almost. Her undergarment clung to her, damp with her arousal, and he tugged it down, slow and deliberate, revealing her fully, her skin glowing in the ember’s faint light. Gods, she’s beautiful. Her breasts were free, nipples hard, and he couldn’t resist, his hands cupping them, kneading gently, thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks. She’s trembling, and I’m only starting.

Lira moaned into the kiss, "MMH!", as their lips crashed back together, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds resuming with a vengeance, their tongues coiling, sucking hard, tasting deeper. Her tongue, it’s like a blade, cutting through me. Her hand stroked his huge thing faster, the slick sound of her grip joining the chorus, while her other hand guided his to her cave, wet and pulsing, begging for his touch. She’s so ready, so mine. His fingers slid inside, the wet "QUELCH! QUELCH!" echoing as he curled them, hitting her sweet places, her walls tightening around him. She’s on the edge again, gods, she’s perfect.