Welcome to the Innocent World

The reddish-pink room was still heavy with the afterglow of our release, the air thick with the scent of sweat and something electric, like the charge of a storm.

Lyra knelt before me, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "Huff… huff… ahm…" She swallowed my hot semen, a soft gulp echoing in the quiet as she looked up at me, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. Her blonde hair was mussed, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks, and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, a small smile playing on her face.

Outside of cage, Afa was still on her knees, her dark curls framing her face as she licked her lips of thick cum slowly, savoring the moment. "That was tasty, my lord," she said, her voice low and teasing, her eyes locked on Alaric as she leaned forward, almost reverent.

Alaric chuckled, a smug grin spreading across his face as he reached down, wiping a smudge of his juice from Afa's lips with his thumb. "Hehe, you did good, Afa," he said, his voice rough but pleased. He tapped his wet dick against her face, a playful, possessive gesture. "I'll reward you for this later, for sure."

Afa's face lit up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh my god, a reward from master!" she said, practically bouncing despite still being on her knees. "I can't wait for it!" Her voice was bright, almost childish in its enthusiasm, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of moments before.

Alaric's grin widened, his hand sliding down to grip her by the ass, pulling her up to her feet.

"Obviously, 'cause you didn't let me down," he said, his tone dripping with confidence. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Their tongues tangled, the smacking sound of their lips filling the room as he pressed himself closer. One hand squeezed her soft boobs, his fingers kneading her top, while his other hand slipped under her mini skirt, finding her heat. His fingers moved with purpose on her pussy, sliding inside her pussy, and Afa's moan was immediate, loud and unashamed.

"Ahhh… Lord's fingers feel so good," she gasped, her voice trembling as she spread her legs wider, giving him better access to finger her. Her naked body arched into him, her hands clutching his shoulders for balance as he thrust his fingers faster into her pussy, his movements relentless.

Afa's breath hitched, her moans growing wilder, and then her body shuddered, a gush of liquid hitting the floor as she squirted, her juices dripping down her thighs.

"Ahh… fuck yeahhh… my lord…" Afa groaned, her voice a mix of ecstasy and surrender as she trembled in Alaric's arms, her legs barely holding her up. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed, lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

I glanced at Lyra, who was now sitting back on her heels, her eyebrows raised as she watched the scene unfold.

"They're going crazy over there," she said, her voice laced with amusement as she nudged me with her elbow.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Truly, lol," I replied, my eyes drifting back to Afa and Alaric. The sight of them—lost in their own world, all heat and passion—stirred something complicated in me. Afa had been with me for so long, always by my side, her laughter and sharp wit a constant in my life. But seeing her now, so completely wrapped up in Alaric, made me question everything.

Had she been playing me all this time? Was it all an act? The way she melted into him, the way she called him "my lord" with that eager devotion—it wasn't how she'd ever been with me. A quiet sigh escaped my lips, a pang of doubt twisting in my chest. Maybe she'd just been using me, biding her time until she found someone like Alaric.

Lyra's voice cut through the haze, pulling me back to her. "Hey, Austin. Focus here, baby," she said, standing up and wrapping her arms around me. Her body was soft and warm, molding against mine like she was made to fit there, her skin radiating a comforting heat that grounded me.

I grinned, my hands sliding down to her ass, feeling the curve of her under my fingers. "Yes, yes, I'm all with you, darling," I said, giving her ass a firm, playful squeeze. The feel of her, solid and real, chased away the lingering doubts about Afa that had been gnawing at me.

"Yeesh, that's more like it," Lyra teased, her voice light but with a spark of mischief. Her hands trailed down my chest, fingers grazing lower until they found my cock, still hard from before. She stroked gently, her touch sending a shiver through me, reigniting the fire in my veins. "Well, damn," she murmured, her eyes flicking down with a smirk. "You're still so hard down here. Does my hero Zero need more energy?"

I laughed, a low, rough sound, my hands roaming to cup both of her ass cheeks, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us.

"Absolutely I do," I said, my voice thick with want. "Just a blowjob won't cut it, Lyra." My fingers dug into her pussy from back, firmly, and I could feel her pulse quicken under my touch.

She gasped softly, her breath hitching as she looked up at me, her green eyes dark with desire.

"Ahmm…" she murmured, her gaze dropping to my collarbone, like she was tracing every inch of me with her eyes. "So what are you waiting for? Fuck me with everything you've got. That's what's gonna save the world now."

Her words lit something fierce inside me, a mix of lust and purpose that made my black aura flicker faintly around us. I didn't say a word—didn't need to.

My hands moved on instinct, grabbing the back of her red one-piece dress, the fabric tight against her curves. With a quick, deliberate tug, I tore it open, the sound of ripping cloth sharp in the quiet room. The dress fell away, revealing the smooth expanse of her back, her skin glowing in the dim light filtering through the barred window.

Lyra's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes locking with mine, daring me to keep going.

"Ahmm…" she said, her voice soft but teasing, like she was savoring the moment. She didn't flinch, didn't pull away—just stood there, bold and ready, her trust in me absolute.

I took her by the hips, guiding her forward until she faced the cold iron bars of the cage. Her hands gripped the bars for balance, her body arching slightly as I pressed my dick against her ass from behind. My groin brushed against the bare skin of her lower back, and she giggled, a light, playful sound that made my heart race