Goddess Tricked Me into a Breeding Mission (And I Love It)

Lys didn’t give Sara a chance to catch her breath. His hands tightened on her waist, pulling her back in with a firm tug that made her gasp against his mouth.

This time, the kiss wasn’t gentle or testing, it was hungry, messy, like they were both trying to devour each other whole. Their lips crashed together, tongues tangling in a frantic dance, teeth nipping at each others soft skin. Sara’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving little half-moons through his shirt, while Lys’s hands roamed up her back, bunching the strap of her blouse as if he couldn’t get close enough.

She tasted like tea and something sweeter, maybe the honey she stirred into it earlier. A low moan escaped her throat, vibrating against his lips, and it sent a jolt straight through him. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue explored her mouth with rough, insistent strokes.

Sara also matched him move for move, her body pressing harder into his lap, hips grinding in slow circles that made him groan from tickling. Spit slicked their chins, but neither of them cared, the room filled with the wet sounds of their kissing, heavy breaths mingling in the warm air.

"Ommmh , Lys," Sara whispered when they broke for a second, her voice ragged, eyes half-lidded and dark with want. She licked her lips, tasting his saliva on them, and leaned in to nip at his bottom lip. "You seem to kiss like you’ve been starving for this for days."

"Maybe I have," he muttered back, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh there. He pulled her even closer, if that was possible, feeling the heat of her core through their clothes.

Another messy kiss followed, their mouths open and desperate, tongues flicking and swirling like they wanted to memorize every inch of its corner. Sara’s hands fumbled with his shirt collar, tugging it open, her fingers brushing his collarbone in a way that made his skin tingle.

Time blurred as they lost themselves in it. Second turned into minutes. It felt like forever, but at the same time was not enough. Lys’s heart pounded in his ears, his body aching for more.

Suddenly, he stood up, lifting Sara with him in one swift motion. She yelped in surprise, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he set her on the edge of the desk. Papers scattered, a quill rolling off with a clatter, but he ignored it.

"What are you...?" Sara started, her words cutting off in a breathy laugh, her hands still clutching his shirt.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled away just long enough to stride to the door, his steps were quick and purposeful. The heavy wooden panel swung shut with a thud, and he twisted the lock with a decisive click, sealing them in. The sound echoed in the quiet room, making the air feel thicker, and more intimate.

Sara watched him from the desk, her chest heaving, a curious smile playing on her swollen lips. "Locking me in? what, Afraid I’ll run?"

Lys turned back, his eyes locked on hers as he started walking toward her. "No," he said, his voice low and rough. "Just making sure no one interrupts like before."

As he moved, he began stripping. First, the new shirt he bought today, he yanked it over his head in one fluid pull, tossing it aside without a care. The fabric hit the floor with a soft thump.

His chest was bare now, muscles flexing under the warm afternoon light filtering through the window. Sara’s eyes widened, tracing the lines of his body, the way his slightly visible four pack abs tightened with each step.

Next came the pants turn, he shoved it down his hips and kicked it off along with his boots. By the time he reached her, he was completely naked, his hard and standing cock clearly obvious, hard and ready. Sara stared at it with awe.

"Wow," she breathed, her voice a mix of awe and teasing. She reached out, her fingers trailing down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his skin. "Your cock is very eager to meet me it seems. How did you hide it until now? Are we really doing this now?"

Lys caught her hand, bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss before releasing it. "You started this," he said, stepping between her legs. His hands went to her blouse, fingers working the buttons with surprising steadiness despite the pressure from his hardened cock below.

"Talking about making me happy. Lean on you more? Fine. I’ll do that later. But right now, I want you leaning back."

Sara laughed, a soft, breathless sound, helping him with the last button as he was struggling on it. Her blouse fell open instantly, revealing the smooth curve of her breasts, her nipples were already hard from the cool air and the anticipation. She shrugged it off, letting it pool on the desk behind her. "Okay, do however you like."

He didn’t waste words. His mouth found her neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there, drawing a moan from her. Sara’s head tilted back, giving him better access, her hands roaming over his bare shoulders, trying to pull him closer.

Lys’s fingers hooked into her skirt, tugging it up her thighs, bunching the fabric around her waist. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, which made him rile up more.

"Turn around," he said, his voice commanding but edged with need. He helped her off the desk, spinning her so her back was to him, her hands bracing on the wooden surface.

Sara glanced over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with challenge. "Like this? You sure you can handle me from back here?"

Lys pressed against her, his hardness nestling against her ass, making her gasp. "Oh, I can handle you," he murmured, his hands sliding up her sides, cupping her breasts from behind. He pinched her nipples gently at first, then harder, rolling them between his fingers until she arched into his touch. "Question is, can you handle me?"

She pushed back against him, grinding slowly. "Ahh, don’t pinch it."

He did it anyway. One hand stayed on her breast, kneading and teasing, while the other dipped lower, between her thighs. Where she was wet already, slick and ready, and he groaned at the feel of her. His fingers circled her clit, slow at first, building the pressure. Sara’s hips bucked, a whimper escaping her lips.

"Lys... uhhh, yes," she panted, her head dropping forward as she gripped the desk tighter.

He slid a finger inside her, slowly fingering her with it.

Then came another finger, pumping in and out of her pussy in a steady rhythm. She rocked against his hand, her breaths coming in sharp gasps. But he wanted more, wanted to feel her completely. Withdrawing his fingers, he positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip.

"Please," Sara whispered, her voice breaking. "Don’t tease."

He obliged to her request, as he thrust in slowly at first, savoring the tight heat enveloping him. They both moaned as he filled her, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. For a moment, he held still, his hands on her hips, feeling her pulse around his cock.

Then he started moving. Slow pulls out, hard thrusts in, setting a rhythm that had the desk creaking under them. Sara pushed back to meet his trusts too, her ass slapping against his thighs with each stroke. The sound filled the room, like two animals were mating inside.

"Harder," she demanded, her voice muffled against her arm as she bit down to stifle a cry.

Lys did as she asked for, his hips snapping forward with more force. One hand left her hip to deliver a sharp slap to her ass, the skin turning pink under his palm. Sara jolted, a surprised yelp turning into a moan. "Aghh, what was that," she said, breathless.

He slapped again, harder this time, the sting making her clench around him. "Why, you don’t like that?" he growled, his free hand sliding up her back, fingers tangling in her hair.

She wanted to say no, but before she knew something else came out of her mouth, "Yes... fuck, yes," she panted, her body trembling.

He kept the pace brutal after that, thrusting deep and fast, each slap of skin echoing. His other hand ventured lower, fingers circling her back entrance, teasing the tight ring there. Sara tensed at first, then relaxed, pushing back into his touch.

"You’re so tight," he murmured, slipping a finger in gently, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. She cried out, her face had turned red right now.

The sensations built, her moans growing louder, his grunts mixing with them. Lys grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back gently at first, arching her spine. She turned her face toward him, eyes glazed with pleasure.

"Kiss me," he said, his voice rough.

She twisted just enough, their lips meeting in a sloppy, heated kiss as he continued to shake her by pounding into her from behind. His grip on her hair tightened, holding her in place, the pull adding to the intensity.