The Warlord's Carnal System

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The iron door groaned, a low, metallic sigh as I nudged it shut, silencing the wind's distant howl.

Sera already stood by the mirror, her silver hair catching the dim light, fingers tracing her hair through its length.

She didn't even notice a person entering the room?

It must be true that girls forget the world when they look themselves in the mirror.

"Sera." I called.

She stiffened instantly, a tremor running through her shoulders.

She turned slightly, a soft blush blooming on her cheeks.

"H-hello, Rune." A familiar awkwardness still clung to her.

I sighed, the sound barely audible over the rustle of my gear.

My boots thumped softly on the stone floor as I walked towards the table.

"How was your day?" I asked.

Her sword, Grave Digger, lay beside the table, its dark hilt shining under the chandelier's soft glow.

I unbuckled the heavy leather at my hip, the Bloodraven's scabbard against my thigh, and placed it next to hers.

"It went well. I got to practice a lot." She kept her darted towards right.

I waited. The silence stretched, thick and warm, but no question followed.

"Mine went well too. Thanks for asking." I said, my tone sarcastic. Hoping to lighten the mood between us.

Her lips pursed, a tiny pout. She shuffled to the bed, sinking onto the mattress, knees drawn to her chest, chin resting on them.

I moved closer, my shadow falling over her. She tried to burrow deeper, her head tilting to bury itself in her knees.

I sat beside her, the mattress dipping under my weight.

"Did you not like it? Yesterday?"

My voice was a soft murmur, warm and low. Her body tightened, a sudden rigidity.

I felt the heat of her embarrassment radiate from her.

I sighed.

"Well, today we'll train mana circulation with etherium." I pushed myself up, heading towards my bag on the table to retrieve the glowing crystal.

But her hand shot out, catching my wrist. Her eyes, wide and luminous, peeked over her knees, half-hidden, half-exposed.

Her cherry-colored lips, full and soft, stood out in the faint glow of the chandelier's mana stone.

"Can't that wait... till tomorrow?"

"Of course it can." The words spilled out before my mind could catch them.

Wait, What! We need to cultivate! I need to form a cirlce before the fight with Merin.

But my body moved on its own, a magnetic pull drawing me back to her.

I sat again, closer this time, our thighs brushing. Her head lifted fully, her gaze meeting mine, then dropping to my lips.

She leaned in, a low shift, her soft breasts brushing against my arm, then my chest.

A blush deepened on her face, but she held her ground.

My arms coiled around her, one hand settling on her waist, the other rising to the nape of her neck. I pulled her gently, drawing her closer.

Her breasts pressed firmer against my chest.

"Ahnn." A soft moan escaped her lips, a tiny breathy sound.

"Am I too rough?" I asked, my voice a little husky. I felt the pull had been stronger than intended.

She shook her head slowly, her eyes locked on my mouth. Her cherry lips, slightly parted.

My face moved on instinct, the world around us blurring, fading until only her lips existed.

She kissed me, a soft, quick press. Smooch.

Then again. Mooch.

"Ahh... huff," she panted, a flush rising in her. I couldn't resist. My lips descended, crushing hers.

My hand on her neck pressed her head into the kiss, a hungry possession. Her eyes widened for a split second before she yielded, her mouth opening.

Our tongues met, a slow, tentative dance, then a grapple.

Mmph... ahnn. She pulled back just enough to gasp for air, then surged forward, climbing onto me with a desperate urgency.

Her legs swung over my hips, straddling me, her skirt riding high, barely concealing the soft curve between her thighs.

Her hands cupped my head, fingers tangling in my hair, holding me captive.

"Mmphnn..." she moaned, the sound muffled against my mouth. I pushed her back, gently, onto the bed.

"Ahnn," she gasped, a soft bounce from the yielding mattress beneath her.

Huff, uff... Her breasts rose and fell with ragged breaths, her eyes hazy, unfocused from the intensity of the kiss.

My arms braced on either side of her, I hovered above, my body a warm blanket covering hers entirely.

My lips found the soft skin of her neck, a slow descent, tasting the warmth there.

mmnn..

A low, soft moan vibrated against my mouth. Her breaths hitched, ragged.

Her thighs tightened, a gentle vise around my hips, pulling me closer.

My chest pressed against the soft mounds of her breasts again, but she wasn't satisfied, her hands gripping my shoulders, urging me to close the gap entirely.

Her breath, hot and sweet, ghosted against my ear. Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding my head captive as I continued to kiss her neck.

Mmnn, she hummed again, a tremor running through her. She twisted beneath me, a slow twist as pleasure began to claim her.

"Stop... teasing me!" she gasped, her voice thick, ragged with want.

A slow smile stretched across my face. My hand drifted down, tracing the curve of her waist, and she arched into my touch, a delicate flutter.

Mmnn.. uff..

Her breaths came faster now, little puffs of air. My fingers found the soft swell of her breast, cupping it gently.

Then, with a sudden surge of strength, I dug my hands under her waist and lifted her. She hovered above me, suspended, her body a feather in my arms.

Her chest rose and fell, "huff... uff", her breasts swaying gently as they hung before my eyes.

My hands shot up, teasing the undersides, gripping and ungripping the soft flesh.

"Ahnn... ahnn..." she moaned, her head falling back, eyes rolling white. Her arms, planted on either side of my head, began to tremble, her strength starting to give way.

I focused, activating soft touch(F).

My fingers found her nipples beneath the thin fabric, pinching them lightly.

"Mmmnn... Ahnn... Ahnn..." "Rune," she gasped, her arms shaking harder now, threatening to collapse.

Her strained muscles gave out a little, lowering her body, bringing her breasts fuller into my grasp.

She let me play, her hands slowly losing their fight. But she held on. Last night gave me confidence that she can last longer now, without fainting.

I pinched one nipple, then lifted my head, my mouth closing around the other nipple, the weight of her breast filling my mouth.

"Ahhaahnnn!" "Rune..." A shiver ran through her, a full-body tremor. I felt her nipple harden between my forefinger and thumb, and rigid and eager, against my tongue.

My hand pressed into her breast, molding it, while my mouth worked magic on the other.

"Ahhnn... Ahhnn.. Rune... I can't..." Her voice was a broken moan. Her hands gave out completely, and she collapsed onto me, her full breast filling my mouth.

My arms coiled around her back, hugging her close. I lifted my mouth from her breast, intending to kiss her lips, but she didn't respond.

Her face remained buried against my chest.

No... no, She didn't faint, did she?

I gripped her shoulders, pushing her up gently to look at her face. Her breasts hung between us, heavy and full.

Sera's eyes were already rolled back, her mouth slightly agape, a faint, continuous "ahh..." escaping her lips. She lay unresponsive in my arms.

Damn it! She was fine yesterday, right up until the end. What happened today?

I wanted to ask Nexar, but I couldn't wake him up in this situation.

Gently, I lowered her barely conscious form beside me.

My little sword, still hard and throbbing against my pants, reminded me of what I hadn't finished.

I didn't even get to her ass. I sighed, a long, frustrated sound.

I looked at her one more time, hoping she got responsive again, but no. She was out cold.

I pulled the blanket over her, a soft shroud, and sank onto the bed beside her, the lingering scent of her arousal filling the air around us.

"Damn it!"