"Then you feel—"
"Yes." Lyris cut him off. "I feel an insurmountable debt to you. To you, who saved my life."
"But surely there's something else you can do. There's no way that's… you've definitely been paying it off. There have been plenty of times you've helped me. Your debt has been paid."
"It doesn't work like that, Nolan." Her voice was firm. "Just because you think that way doesn't mean I feel that way. I have to repay you."
"Well then do it. Pay it back. Just give me some things then and we're all good."
Lyris shifted upright, her expression tightening.
"It's not that easy," she said, her eyes casting down to the ground, not wanting to look at him.
"What can you do to pay off the debt then?"
"I have none of my finances. My family's support. I don't have the things I could give you that would truly help you." She walked up closer to him. "So there's only one thing I can give."
"Hold on. Let's think about this for a second before—"
She closed the distance between them in two steps. Her hands found his chest, pressing against the leather armor. She looked up at him with those blue eyes that had been driving him crazy since the moment he met her.
"I've been thinking about this ever since you kissed my hand," she said quietly.
"Lyris, that was — I was joking around. I didn't mean to—"
"Shut up, Nolan." Her fingers curled into the front of his armor. "The debt doesn't make me do anything. It just wants me to pay it off the way I already want to." A small, vulnerable smile crossed her lips. "I guess I'm a hopeless fool."
She kissed him.
It wasn't gentle or tentative. It was the kiss of a woman who had unleashed herself. Her lips pressed hard against his, her hands sliding up from his chest to the sides of his face, pulling him in as if she was afraid he'd disappear.
Nolan's mind went blank. Every thought, every worry, every rational argument he had disappeared the moment her mouth found his. His hands moved on their own one to her waist, the other to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him.
Through the bond the tethered rope between them he felt everything. The relief flooding her body, the hunger for him. To the way her heart hammered against her ribs like it was trying to break free. And beneath it all, the debt. He felt it loosening its grip. The scale shifting.
She broke the kiss just long enough to pull at the buckles of his leather armor, her fingers working with a precision that surprised him.
"Wait — Lyris, we can't—"
"I said stop talking."
His chest piece hit the ground with a heavy thud. Her hands found his shirt, pulling it over his head before he could protest. The cool air of the cavern hit his bare skin, and then her palms were on his chest warm, impossibly warm, as if she radiated her own heat.
'What is happening? This is not real. What is going on?' Nolan panicked in his mind.
Standing above him, she pulled off her own armor with ease. The chest plate dropped. The chainmail skirt that had been covering her legs followed. Each piece hit the cavern floor with a metallic clatter that echoed through the chamber.
Beneath the armor, she wore a fitted undergarment thin black fabric that clung to every curve of her body. Nolan's eyes traced the shape of her in the amber and golden light. Her breasts, full and round, rising and falling with her quickening breath. Her waist, narrow and toned. Her hips, wide and soft in a way that made his hands itch to touch them. Her long legs, sculpted and strong.
'She's beautiful.'
Lyris, seeing him stare, instead of making a sharp comment, reached down and pulled her undergarment over her head in one smooth motion.
'Wait — what?'
Nolan forgot how to breathe.
Her bare skin glowed in the light of the twin cores. Her breasts were perfectly full and heavy, tipped with pale pink nipples that had already hardened in the cool air. Her stomach was smooth and toned from years of training, leading down to hips that curved outward with an elegance that made his mouth go dry.
She stood before him without shame and without hesitation. Her blue eyes locked onto his, daring him to look away.
She lowered herself on top of him, pushing him back. Her hand reached down to his belt, where the tent in his pants was impossible to miss.
"Wait Lyris you shouldn't force yourself so much-"
"Nolan I don't want to tell you again but I decided to do this whether you like it or not I have to repay my debt."
"Well, it's not like I don't want this to happen. I just… don't want you to feel forced." Nolan tried to find reason in what was happening.
"Don't worry. I made up my mind long ago."
Her fingers worked at his belt, pulling it free with a sharp tug. As if in a rush, she undid the lacing of his pants and pulled them down hard. Springing forth, Nolan's cock stood tall at seven inches, twitching.
'Thank god I trimmed down there the day before I came here.' Nolan thanked the heavens for his lucky timing. However, while Nolan prayed, Lyris was faced with quite the dilemma.
Her eyes, having found him, couldn't help but stop. From its length to its size to the way it seemed to be straining begging to be helped. She couldn't help but blush as she found herself unable to look away.
"Not bad," she said softly, her words echoing off the cavern walls.
"Umm, thanks…" Never having been in this situation before, Nolan wasn't really sure how to act, so he took the compliment in stride.
Lyris lowered herself between his legs, her golden hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, her grip warm and firm. Nolan's breath hitched.
She looked up at him with those blue eyes, and the sight of her kneeling between his legs with her hand around his cock nearly short-circuited his brain.
She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of his length, from base to tip. Slow and deliberate. As if she was savoring it Nolan's head fell back, a groan escaping him before he could stop it.
'Oh my god.'
She swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing the sensitive head before taking him into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around him, warm and wet, and she sank down slowly inch by inch until he felt the back of her throat.
"Fuck—" Nolan's hand found the back of her head, his fingers threading through her golden hair. Not pushing, just holding on, because if he didn't anchor himself to something he was pretty sure he'd float off the ground.
Through the bond, he could feel her enjoyment. He could feel how she was genuinely savoring this, the taste of him, the weight of him on her tongue, the way his body responded to every movement she made. The realization hit him like a truck.
'She's actually into this but why is she so good?' Nolan groans as he throws his head back.
Lyris, unaware of his question, continues to bob her head, finding a rhythm. Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, stroking what her lips couldn't reach. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft with every upstroke, and with every downstroke she took him deeper, her throat relaxing around him.
The sounds she made were wet, eager and unapologetic as the chamber filled with the sounds of her sucking his cock. Nolan's hips bucked involuntarily and she didn't pull back. If anything she doubled down her pace quickening her grip tightening.
"Lyris- if you keep that up I'm goona-"
Pop
She pulled back with a soft pop a thin line of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She looked up at him, her cheeks flush.
"Good," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Then you're ready to do it."
'Ready? I'm about to explode. Does she want me to cum inside? I ain't ready to be a father!' Nolan watches as Lyris starts to rise to her feet and brings her body forward.
Her thighs straddling along his waist as she pushes him down with her palms giving him no room to run away. Her breasts, large and plentiful, rest easy in front of his eyes and they seem to stare right at him.
Glup.
Nolan looking up sees Lyris her hair still in a bun while her blue eyes look directly at his face flush red.
She positioned herself above him, her entrance hovering just above his tip. The heat radiating from her was intense. Through the bond he could feel how wet she was, how ready, how desperate the ache between her thighs had become.
"Lyris—"
"Don't ruin this moment by talking." She placed a finger on his lips.
And then she lowered herself down.