The Warlord's Carnal System

I opened the door to the guest room, and before I could even step inside properly, Sera rushed forward and hugged me tightly.

I held her close, feeling her arms wrap around me. "Was the journey fine?" I asked softly, looking at Lydia.

"I have never ridden an animal that fast in my entire life," Lydia replied, as she smiled sarcastically.

"Well, obsidians are rare for a reason."

We all gathered around and shared a meal together, simple but satisfying after the long day. The conversation was light, carefully avoiding the heavier topics that hung in the air.

Finally, I decided to call it a day. "We'll discuss what happened tomorrow morning. You're all tired from riding."

They nodded in agreement.

We all left to head to our allotted rooms. Merin walked off quickly toward the room she'd been given, probably before I could tell her to sleep on the floor like I had been planning.

I laughed quietly at that. She could enjoy sleeping on a mattress tonight. I'd resume torturing her tomorrow.

My memories of how she'd tortured me in my past life wouldn't fade away until I'd seen her suffer thoroughly.

Instead of leaving with the others, Sera stayed in the room.

I turned to her, curious. "Are you not leaving?"

She looked down shyly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her dress. "I was thinking... of sleeping with you," she said quietly. "Is that okay?"

A warm smile spread across my face. "Of course."

I guided her gently toward the bed, and we both sat down on the soft mattress

"This is… a lot," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustle of the silk sheets.

A smile tugged at my lips. I traced the curve of her jaw with my thumb, feeling the delicate pulse flutter beneath my skin. Her cheeks flushed, a deeper hue than the blush already painting them. Her fingers, cool and hesitant, found their way to my wrist, her touch light as a butterfly.

I leaned in, inhaling the sweet scent of her, a mix of lavender and something uniquely Sera. My lips brushed against hers, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver through her.

"Mmmnn.."

She gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. "Rune…" she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as my mouth claimed hers.

Her lips were soft, yielding, tasting faintly of the sweet wine we'd shared earlier. I deepened the kiss, a slow exploration, my tongue tracing the delicate curve of her upper lip before slipping inside.

She met me, tentatively at first, then with a sudden surge of innocent passion. Her tongue, shy but curious, danced with mine.

A low groan rumbled in my chest, a sound I barely recognized as my own. My hand, which had been resting on her hip, moved lower, cupping the soft curve of her buttock. I felt the slight tremor that ran through her body.

"You're shaking," I whispered against her mouth, my voice thick with desire. "So are you," she countered, her breath warm against my cheek.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes, now shining with excitement, met mine. A playful glint sparked in their depths.

"Who do you think will break first?" My eyebrows arched.

"Break?"

"You know... Lose," she clarified, her voice a whisper, her cheeks burning crimson.

"Who's going to cum first?" A laugh, low and husky, escaped me. "Is that a challenge, Sera?"

"Maybe," she said, her smile widening. "A battle of wills. And… other things." Her gaze dropped to my lips, then flickered lower, a silent invitation.

"You're on," I declared, my voice hoarse. I leaned in again, this time with a newfound intensity. Our lips met.

This time I will do it without using soft touch. I feel like cheating everytime I used it.

My hands moved to the hem of her simple cotton dress, my fingers fumbling slightly as I sought the fabric. She arched into my touch, her breath coming in short, quick gasps.

I pulled the dress over her head, the soft material rustling as it came away, revealing the delicate lace of her bra. Her breasts, full and round, strained against the fabric.

"Beautiful," I murmured, my voice thick with awe. I reached for the clasp, my fingers clumsy with anticipation. It snapped open with a soft click, and the lace fell away, freeing her.

Her nipples, tight and erect, peaked at me. I leaned down, my tongue tracing a path from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts.

"Ahnnn.."

She moaned, a soft, guttural sound that thrilled me. I took one nipple into my mouth, suckling gently, then harder, feeling her arch against me, her hands tangling in my hair.

"Rune, ahnn.. Rune," she gasped, her voice raw with pleasure. I alternated between her breasts, my tongue and lips working magic, while my free hand stroked the soft skin of her inner thigh, inching closer to the warmth between her legs.

Her hips began to rock, a subtle, unconscious movement, as she pressed herself against my hand. I felt the dampness seeping through her underwear, a testament to her rising arousal.

The scent of her, now more potent, filled my nostrils. "You're getting wet," I whispered against her skin. She whimpered, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "I… I can't help it."

I moved my hand, pressing my palm firmly against her mound, feeling the swollen lips beneath the thin fabric. She gasped, her body tensing, then relaxing into my touch. I rubbed gently, feeling the wetness spread, making the cotton cling to her.

The sounds of our breathing filled the room, punctuated by her soft moans and my own ragged gasps.

I pulled back slightly, my eyes locking with hers. They were glazed with desire, her pupils dilated, reflecting the flickering candlelight.

"Still think you'll win?" I challenged, my voice a playful whisper. "Don't… don't get ahead of yourself," she panted, though her body betrayed her, her hips lifting slightly, inviting more.

I chuckled. My fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties, pulling them down slowly, teasingly.

Her legs parted slightly, and I saw her, glistening and ready. Her clit, a tiny pearl, peeked out from her folds, throbbing.

I leaned down, my tongue flicking out, tasting her sweet nectar.

"Mmnn...Ahhhnnn.. Rune... Ahhnnnnn"

She cried out, her body arching violently. "Oh god, Rune!" she screamed, her voice hoarse. Her hands clamped onto my head, holding me there, pressing me closer. I licked and sucked, my tongue swirling around her clit, teasing it, circling it, then pressing down.

She bucked and writhed beneath me, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me even closer. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, a symphony of pure pleasure.

Her body began to tremble, a deep, internal tremor that spread through her limbs. "Rune, I… I can't…" she gasped, her voice breaking. Her hips convulsed, a series of powerful contractions, and then she cried out, a long, drawn-out wail of pure ecstasy.

"Aaahhhnnnn..."

"Uhhnn. ahh.. hmmnn.."

Her body went rigid, then sagged against the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes were still closed, a blissful smile gracing her lips.

I pulled away, my own body throbbing with unfulfilled desire, but a triumphant grin spread across my face.

"Looks like I win." She opened her eyes slowly, a dazed look on her face. A soft chuckle escaped her lips.

"You… you idiot." She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of my jaw. "But… it was worth it." A mischievous glint returned to her eyes. "Now… it's your turn."