Ruling The World With Mind Control

Kyle moved closer.

Their second kiss was deeper than the first. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until she was almost straddling his lap.

Alara’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic as if she needed something to hold onto.

Kyle’s lips traveled from her mouth to her jaw, nipping softly at the skin there. Alara tilted her head back slightly, exposing more of her throat. Her hands slid up to tangle in his hair, fingers gripping tight.

"K-Kyle," she breathed, voice shaky.

He pulled back just enough to look at her—her flushed cheeks, her half-lidded eyes, the way her chest rose and fell faster than usual.

"Shhh... No need to say more," he said as his hands were already sliding up her sides, fingertips brushing the edge of her shirt.

Alara just nodded, she couldn’t really find words. Her leg was hurt but she forgot all about it, same with being in her house late at night.

There was just this—his hands felt so warm on her skin, and the way his eyes was looking at her.

Kyle leaned in, deepening their kiss. Their tongues met slowly, tasting each other with a hunger that had been building all night.

Her back arched slightly as his hand found her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, feeling their size.

It felt so soft under his palm. She was warm even through the fabric. Not as big as Mira’s maybe, but way softer.

His fingers curved around it gently, squeezing just enough to make her gasp into the kiss.

"Mmm..." she hummed against his lips.

His other hand slid down to her hip, fingers curling around the curve there. He could feel how her body reacted to his touch—the slight tremble, the way she pressed closer.

Alara broke the kiss with a shaky breath, forehead pressed against his.

"Kyle," she whispered, eyes half-lidded and dark and teary. "I... I want to..."

Her hands were still in his hair, tugging slightly as if she couldn’t decide whether to hold on or let go.

"I know." He stood up slowly, still holding her around the waist. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Then he lifted her off the ground and carried her like a princess, which made her a little surprised and let out a gasp.

He leaned his head toward her ear and then muttered. "Your bed?"

She hesitated slightly, then pointed with her trembling finger toward a doorway in the back of the room.

He carried her through it. She was still trembling slightly—he didn’t know whether it was from fear or anticipation. But the redness of her cheeks and the look in her eyes told him everything.

He laid her down on the bed gently, then climbed over her carefully.

His hands were everywhere now—sliding under her shirt, tracing the curve of her ribs, her stomach. Alara arched into his touch, hands gripping his shoulders.

Kyle kissed her again, deeper this time. His lips traveled down her neck to her collarbone, leaving a trail of small bites along the way.

Alara’s breath came in short gasps. "Ahn~... K-Kyle..."

Kyle looked up and just stared for a second, really taking in how she looked. He grabbed his shirt and started pulling it off right in front of her.

Slowly his chest and abs came into view, making her gasp with her eyes wide.

Kyle smirked at her reaction. He leaned in close and whispered, kinda teasing. "Never seen a guy’s body before?"

Alara turned red instantly. She tried to say something back, but he didn’t even give her a chance.

`Wonder what the leader is like... once the clothes are off~`

His fingers flew over her shirt and quickly pulled it off, making her gasp. A pair of soft mounds burst into view before Kyle’s eyes.

They were medium sized, round and soft. But the big thing was, she wasn’t even wearing a bra.

You couldn’t really tell with her shirt on since everything looked like it fit her right. But now those little pink tips were sticking out, totally taking over.

Kyle stared for a bit, totally silent, just looking at her.

When Alara realized that her breasts were now completely exposed and the air was blowing against them, she let out a soft gasp and tried to cover them.

But Kyle grabbed both her hands and pulled them away, causing her breasts to jiggle seductively. He leaned toward them and didn’t even touch them, but pounced on the hard peaks with his mouth.

He closed his lips on one of the peaks, sucking and licking it as much as he could, as if it were the most delicious thing ever.

"Ahnn~ ♥!" Alara let out a lewd moan as soon as she felt his warm mouth close over her nipple.

His tongue was working all over her, licking and teasing until it got even harder. Alara’s breathing was getting really messy. Her chest was just moving up and down so fast.

Kyle moved to the other side and did the same thing—biting a little and then pulling back just to see how she was reacting. Her nipples were flushed pink, straining against his touch.

He looked up at her face while she laid there, all red and panting, eyes half-shut.

"Kyle... ohhn~" she moaned, unable to even talk properly.

He smirked. "I didn’t know that the dignified leader was walking around without a bra~"

He teased her, before continuing his assault on her breasts, alternating between them until Alara was writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

His hands slid down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips.

Alara’s fingers tangled in his hair again, pulling him closer. "Please..." she whispered. "I need... I want..."

Kyle kissed his way back up her neck, his hands moving to her tight pants. She lifted her hips slightly, giving him silent permission.

"Let’s see if you’re wearing anything underneath." He hooked his fingers into it and pulled it down slowly, exposing her completely.

`Finally.`

Alara was lean and really fit from training. You could see the muscle under her smooth skin. Her thighs pressed tight as he watched. She was really nervous and turned on.

She had a basic panties, totally practical, just like her. But they weren’t hiding anything. Her body was reacting so much to his touch. She was already so wet, soaking through with pussy juices.

"Alara," Kyle whispered it right in her ear while his hands was sliding down.

Hearing him say her name like that made her moan. Just a soft sound, but her pussy was already wet now.

Going from "Leader" to just "Alara", it gave her such a rush.

Kyle moved his hand between her legs, pressing against the damp fabric. Alara just clamped her thighs shut, squeezing his hand tight between them.

He didn’t even mind. One hand was messing with her nipples—they were so sensitive—while the other was stuck between her legs, feeling her pussy through the cloth.

He leaned in closer, his breath all hot against her red ear, and started to whisper.

"I officially joined the party this morning... and tonight the leader took me to her house to fuck her... Is that a privilege of joining, or are you just horny?"

Alara gasped at Kyle’s teasing, his whispering to her in this way aroused her even more.

She had always been a responsible and serious leader, but now she was moaning lewdly on her bed at the hands of a new member of her party.

Kyle didn’t stop and continued whispering seductively, like the whisper of a devil. "Admit it... If you admit it, you’ll feel good... Believe me~"

At the same time, his eyes flared crimson.