“And I’ve been thinking…”
“About what?” she asks, stopping to sigh near the elevator.
“I mean… could you… like… explode for real? If we have an intense sexual experience?”
She frowns and squints her eyes, like she’s thinking about this. But the elevator doors open and we get in before she speaks. “I’ve thought about that too. It does scare me a little.”
“So see, we do need to learn more about this stuff.”
“But I’m not too worried about it anymore.”
“Why?”
She leans in to me just as the elevator doors close. Right into my ear. And whispers, “Because I came so hard, Serpint the Booty Hunter, I really thought the universe was imploding. And I did that more than once, and there’s only one universe. So we’d all be dead by now if the pleasure you give me could make that happen.”
My cock jumps in my pants.
And suddenly the only thing on my mind is fucking her.
I place my hands on either side of her head, pull her face towards mine, and kiss her like she’s mine, and mine alone.
And even though her plump lips go soft, and pliant, and kiss me back—her glow tells me all I need to know.
She is my soulmate.
CHAPTER THIRTY – LYRA
Unlike last night, the light inside me wants to burst out right now. It’s a little weird to be so unsettled in this area, since my life before Serpint was one long string of luminous flux equilibrium.
But I’m not complaining. I like the feeling of this new emotional instability. And my life has now been divided into two parts. Before Serpint and after.
They are as different as night and day.
Before everything was dark. Even when I did glow, it was never for love. And while my flux wasn’t as dim as when I was on the inhibitor, it wasn’t much brighter, either.
Now I feel like I’m made of sunshine. That there is more flux inside me than can be contained and all it wants is to be let loose.
At least… it feels that way when Serpint touches me. Or kisses me. Or puts his thick, hard cocks inside me.
“Lyra,” he whispers into my mouth, pushing me inside his quarters and forcing me to take several steps backward until I bump into a wall.
“Serpint,” I say, the small argument we were having just a few minutes ago long forgotten. All I want to think about now is him.
He presses his hips against my stomach, his hand palming my breast. “Did I mention,” he says, smiling into our kiss now, “that I love this outfit?”
He tugs on the zipper running up my front just as he finishes saying this.
The outfit is skin-tight and that zipper was holding my breasts hostage, so once the tension is released, they spill out like large, bouncing melons.
I have a pink and black bra on, but the lacy cups only cover the bottom half of each breasts so my large, round nipples are now half exposed.
He looks down, takes a breath and looks up into my eyes. “Oh, fuck me now.”
“Yes,” I whisper back.
He slides the zipper all the way down until my panties are exposed too. Then slips his hand right between my legs. Massaging my pussy lips through the thin fabric until they are wet from the heat and desire he’s stirring up inside me.
He pulls them aside and his finger is there. Touching me. Playing with my clit, then slipping and sliding over my folds until he pushes them up inside me as he forces my back against the wall. Pinning me to it.
His other hand grabs my wrist and hikes one arm above my head. Which instantly has my heart beating fast. Then, before I can fully process how good his domination feels, he twirls me around, hikes my other arm up against the wall, and holds me in place with one firm grip on my wrists.
His cock rubs against my ass as his other hand slips over my belly and resumes fingering me.
“How will you light up for me now?” he asks.
“Any way you want,” is my answer.
He laughs, leaning into my neck to kiss it, then he turns his head and nips at my ear.
“Will you be a good girl for me, Lyra?” he asks. “Will you do everything I tell you to?”
Oh, God. What will he tell me to do? Suck his cocks again? I want to. I want them both hard, right now, so I can force my lips over their heads and take him deep.
“Will you?” he asks again.
“Yes,” I say. “I’ll do anything you say, Serpint. Just tell me what you want.”
“Hmmmmmm,” he murmurs into my ear. “That’s sweet, princess. But I was thinking more along the lines of what you want.”
“What do I want?” I ask, suddenly flustered.
“All of me?” he says. “Inside of you? At the same time?”