Chapter 85: I don’t wanna stop

The phone was still lit on the bed.

Laviana looked at it for one second. The call just now had been enough. She cut the power and threw the device aside. It landed on the dark-red dress she had discarded earlier, made a small dull sound, and went quiet.

"Now..." She smiled, her breath still uneven. "No one else is going to interrupt us."

She was sitting on Erik.

Her red hair was soaked with sweat, spilling down her bare back like a soft line of fire. Her skin shone under the slanted window light. Each time her hips came down, her full breasts crushed against his chest. Where their bodies joined was already so wet that every motion made a clear, hurried sound. There was no room left to pretend at dignity.

Meira lay on the left. Elowen lay on the right.

Both were still breathing, but neither could really move. The golden puppy ears on Meira’s head had slipped to one side; the five-colored collar still glowed faintly at her throat. Elowen clung to a corner of the pillow, white cat ears drooping, cheeks flushed, lips parted. Her eyes had only enough strength left to glance toward the center of the bed.

Laviana did not look at them for long.

She only bent down and wrapped herself around Erik, her whole body pressed to his as if she refused to leave a single gap. Those hot, heavy breasts flattened against the muscle of his chest. She kissed his collarbone, then his throat, then the corner of his mouth.

Then her tongue came out.

Erik went still.

Laviana’s tongue was nearly three times longer than an ordinary woman’s. It was wet, soft, and unnaturally nimble, the tip slightly pointed. When it touched his lips, the sensation was no longer just a kiss. It coiled. It tightened. It drew his tongue out and wound around it, slow and sure, like a snake that had found a warm place.

"Laviana..."

She did not answer with words. Her hips kept driving. Each time she sat down, she took him to the root. Each time she lifted, wet inner flesh clung and then dropped again. She kissed him while she moved, and that snake tongue would not let him turn away for air for long.

The wooden room filled with the sound of skin meeting skin.

Laviana suddenly shook.

Her whole body locked over his lap. Inside, she clenched hard, every ripple of muscle tightening as if to keep what was in her. She moaned into Erik’s mouth, the sound breaking and wet. Tears rose at the corners of her eyes—whether from pleasure or from being denied this kind of pleasure for too many years, she no longer cared. They slid down and fell on his cheek.

She had come.

Her hips still did not stop.

Even while aftershocks ran through her, she kept riding. Faster. More disordered. Like someone trying to cram every empty year into a single afternoon.

"That’s enough." Erik caught her waist. "If you’re tired, stop."

"No."

Laviana’s voice broke.

She shook her head. Red hair swept across his face; tears fell straight onto his mouth. "I don’t want to stop. I waited too long for this. So long that now that I have it... I’m afraid if I stop, it will disappear."

Her arms locked around his neck. Her breasts trembled against his chest. Her hips still refused to rest.

Erik let out a breath. He did not push her off. Both arms closed around her back, and he stroked her there, slow, the way a man tells someone they do not have to steal what is already being given.

"We still have time."

That sentence undid her on the spot.

She collapsed into the hollow of his throat, crying and laughing at once, still moving on him. "If you say that... then don’t send me away in the middle."

"I’m not sending you away."

Laviana kissed him again.

This time the snake tongue was given completely.

It licked first along the line of his jaw, leaving a shining wet trail. Then it slid down his neck and looped once, lightly, around the cord of muscle there, as if checking his pulse. The pointed tip pressed into the hollow of his collarbone, pushed, dragged, and climbed again. When it reached his mouth it did not force its way in at once. It tasted the corner first, then the lower lip, then the seam of his teeth, slow, as if learning a map.

Erik opened his mouth.

The snake tongue slipped in.

It wound around his tongue from beneath, lifted it, and closed one coil. The rest swept the roof of his mouth. The pointed tip touched the soft inside of one cheek, then crossed to the other. Their saliva mixed and ran down his chin. Laviana made a small sound in her throat; it vibrated straight into his mouth.

She kissed deeper.

That long tongue did not only coil. It explored. It reached almost to his throat, then drew back slowly, pulling a silver thread with it. Before the thread could break, it slid in again, this time wrapping his tongue the other way, tighter, like a snake that had no intention of releasing prey it had finally found.

Erik felt every inch.

Soft. Hot. Wet. Strange enough to lift the hair on his scalp.

Laviana opened her eyes while she kissed him. Those deep eyes were wet, watching him from a distance that left no room for the space society usually demanded. She was no longer the owner of the city’s most famous club, no longer the woman who calculated every step. She was only a Succubus who had just cut an old chain, trying to confirm with her mouth, her body, and her tears that this time she was allowed to stay.

Her hips still did not rest.

Moans filled the room.

On the left, Meira stirred. The Elemental Lord was spent, but she had just enough strength to crawl a few inches closer. Her cheek found Erik’s shoulder. Her tongue lifted to his collarbone and drew one short line, like an animal checking that its master was still there.

On the right, Elowen pulled herself in as well. A white cat ear brushed his arm. Her face was red, yet she still bent down, kissed the skin below his chest, and licked upward—slow, a little clumsy, far more honest than her mother.

Neither of them fought for words.

They only licked.

Erik’s right hand found Elowen’s breast. Soft, full, already warming in his palm. Elowen shivered. The small sound in her throat turned into a moan when his thumb dragged across the nipple.

His left hand found Meira. She had been waiting. When he squeezed, she only opened her mouth and licked harder at his throat, the five-colored collar tapping faintly against his skin.

"Master..." Meira whispered, voice raw. "Your little dog will only lick. You can give yourself to the older sister."

Elowen bit her lip and still pressed her chest into his hand. "Mother... that sounds strange."

"You’re only noticing now?"

Laviana heard the two of them and did not get angry. She only smiled into Erik’s mouth. The snake tongue withdrew a little and coiled in again, as if to say the room had space for their voices—but his mouth, for now, was hers.

Her hips struck faster.

Skin on skin. Wetness. The wooden bedframe answering.

Erik’s hands stayed on the breasts at either side of him while Laviana took him below, swallow after swallow. For one moment she sat up straight, red hair pouring down her back, breasts swaying, her taut stomach flexing each time she received him to the end. Then she fell forward again, held him, pressed close, kissed, cried, and kept moving.

"Erik..."

"Mm."

"Don’t pull out."

"I won’t."

Laviana shook again. Longer this time. Inside she fluttered and locked and fluttered, wetter, tighter. She bit his lower lip without meaning to, then hurried to lick an apology with that same tongue. Tears dropped onto his temple.

Erik could not hold on.

He gripped her waist and thrust up from below, one deep stroke to the root, and spent himself inside her.

Hot.

Thick.

Full.

Laviana’s mouth opened. The moan caught on the snake tongue and came out as a trembling sound. She felt each pulse of heat flood her lower belly, filling a place that had been empty for too long. Her body jerked. Her toes stretched. Her back arched.

Then the skin below her navel lit.

A mark bloomed there, just above where they were still joined. A heart. Not the simple pink heart Meira wore. At the center of Laviana’s heart was a snake’s pupil, narrow and vertical, slowly opening like an eye that had just woken.

The mark was warm.

Not the warmth of fever. The warmth of something that had finally been allowed to belong.

Laviana looked down. Her fingers trembled as they touched it. The snake pupil tightened under her fingertip, then eased.

"This..." Her voice came apart. "It’s so warm."

She looked at Erik. Tears still fell, but the corner of her mouth had already curved. "Comfortable... I’ve never had this. The old contract never gave me a feeling like this."

Erik wiped her tears with his thumb. "Because this time you chose."

Laviana said nothing more.

She kissed him.

The snake tongue was unhurried now. It slid into his mouth the way a person who had just been allowed to stay the night would walk from room to room, wanting to see the house from every angle. The tip touched his front teeth and counted them. It licked the inside of his upper lip. It looped his tongue once, loosely, then tightened, then loosened. It went deep, swept the palate, brushed the place that made him swallow on reflex—and Laviana made a small sound because she felt that swallow.

She turned her head a little. The long tongue slipped to the other cheek. The pointed tip tapped the soft flesh there, pressed once, and withdrew, like a snake knocking at a door. When she eased back half a centimeter, a silver thread stretched between them. She leaned in again, swallowed the thread, and wound his tongue tighter than before.

A kiss like that was no longer a kiss for the sake of kissing.

It was a claiming. A tasting. A way of remembering the mouth of the man whose mark she now wore.

Erik let her.

One hand stayed on Elowen’s breast. The other kept Meira’s. The mother and daughter licked his throat and shoulder from either side, their small wet sounds braided into the long kiss at the center. The wooden room had no quiet left in it. Only breath, skin, and moans that would not arrange themselves into sentences.

At last Laviana left his mouth by a little. The silver thread between their tongues had not broken. She licked it apart, then set her forehead to his.

"I don’t want to stop." She said it softly. "But... if you say we still have time..."

"Then we do."

She smiled—tired, wet, beautiful in a disordered way. The heart-mark with the snake pupil on her lower belly still glowed, warm and even. She lay down on his chest. Red hair spilled across Meira and over part of Elowen’s shoulder. The two of them shifted to make room and did not push her off.

The phone at the foot of the bed stayed dark.

Beyond the window, the grassy hill stayed quiet.

Inside the room, Laviana closed her eyes. The snake tongue licked once, very lightly, across Erik’s throat, like an animal that had just been told it could remain. Then she whispered, almost for only one person to hear:

"This time... I’m not going back."

Erik answered by tightening his arm around her back.

No further words were needed.