After pushing Ayesha onto the bed, Lyria glanced nervously at Astrid. "What now?" she asked, her voice betraying a mix of curiosity and hesitation.
Astrid leaned against the doorframe, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Take those towels and lick each other's bodies clean. Thoroughly."
Ayesha's eyes widened in shock, and Lyria blinked, momentarily stunned by the bizarre ritual they were about to undertake. Mike, standing in the corner, could only watch in awe, his mind struggling to process everything happening around him.
Before either of the girls could protest, Nyss slinked over to Mike with a mischievous look, her body moving gracefully. She wrapped an arm around him and kissed him on the cheek, her voice a low purr. "Looks like your friends are going to have all the fun, huh?"
Mike stammered, "I .... uh..… well...…"
Lyria's eyes narrowed as she watched Nyss with jealousy creeping up her spine. "Oh, no you don't!" she snapped, turning back to Ayesha. She took a deep breath and, with a determined expression, bent down and started licking Ayesha's body, starting from her toes.
Lyria knelt in front of Ayesha, her eyes glinting with a mix of anticipation and something more primal. With a deep breath, she bent down and, starting from Ayesha's toes, gently placed her lips against her skin. Her tongue followed, slow and deliberate, trailing up Ayesha's feet, over her ankles. Ayesha gasped at the sensation, her body trembling slightly as Lyria's soft tongue worked its way along her legs.
Lyria paused briefly, her breath warm against Ayesha's skin, before continuing upward, her tongue tracing the smooth surface of Ayesha's calves. Ayesha's hands gripped the sheets tightly, her breaths shallow, trying to hold back the wave of sensations overwhelming her body. "Not... there," she muttered breathlessly, her voice shaking, but Lyria pressed on, her lips and tongue moving with a focused intent.
As Lyria reached Ayesha's thighs, Ayesha let out a sharp gasp, her body betraying her as she quivered under Lyria's touch. "Enough....." she whimpered, trying to push Lyria away, but her resistance was fading. Lyria smirked slightly, her tongue moving up slowly, brushing against the sensitive skin of Ayesha's hips, making her shudder. A soft sheen of sweat began to appear on Ayesha's skin, glistening in the dim light.
Lyria moved upward, her tongue leaving a hot, wet trail over Ayesha's body, pausing at her ribs before shifting her attention to Ayesha's armpits. Ayesha stiffened at the sensation, biting her lip as Lyria's tongue flicked gently over the damp skin, tasting the faint salty tang of sweat. "No… not there," Ayesha moaned, her voice cracking with tension, but she didn't move, her body betraying her desire as a tremor ran through her.
Lyria continued, undeterred, her tongue tracing the hollow of Ayesha's armpits, drawing out soft, involuntary gasps from her. The heat from Ayesha's skin mixed with the heady scent of sweat, intensifying the sensations coursing through her body. She fought to control her breathing, but the slow, deliberate movements of Lyria's tongue made it impossible.
Ayesha's breath hitched as Lyria's mouth traveled higher, her tongue now tracing delicate lines over Ayesha's sides, moving toward her chest. The closer Lyria got, the harder it was for Ayesha to suppress the soft noises escaping her lips. "Please..." she whispered, her voice thick with need, though she couldn't tell if she wanted Lyria to stop or continue.
Lyria smiled against Ayesha's skin, sensing her resistance melt away completely. She gently turned Ayesha over, her tongue trailing down her back, slow and teasing. Ayesha moaned, burying her face in the pillow as she tried to hold back the rising tension in her body. Lyria moved with calculated precision, her lips and tongue lingering on every inch of Ayesha's sweat-dampened skin, ensuring no part was left untouched.
When Lyria finally reached Ayesha's chest, her lips hovered for a moment before she leaned in, pressing her mouth against Ayesha's boobs. Ayesha trembled violently, gasping softly as Lyria's tongue traced patterns along her boobs, sending shivers down her spine. The mixture of sweat and sensation only heightened Ayesha's response, her body arching involuntarily under Lyria's expert touch.
But Ayesha wasn't one to be outdone. Summoning her strength, she pushed Lyria back onto the bed and immediately began to return the favor. Starting at Lyria's toes, Ayesha's tongue moved slowly, her lips brushing against each part of Lyria's body as she made her way upward. Lyria squirmed beneath her, her chest rising and falling rapidly, small, breathless gasps escaping her lips as Ayesha's tongue danced along her skin.
When Ayesha reached Lyria's thighs, she paused, her breath hot against Lyria's skin. Lyria's body quivered, the sweat forming on her body glistening in the light.
Ayesha leaned in close, her breath warm against Lyria's skin as she hovered over her belly. With a mischievous grin, she caught the faint scent at Lyria's belly button, her lips curling with amusement. Slowly, she pressed her tongue against Lyria's navel, circling it teasingly before gently pushing her tongue inside.
Lyria's body jolted, her eyes widening. "No, please, not there," she gasped, trying to cover her mouth as a sharp moan escaped her lips, her voice filled with both shock and overwhelming sensation.
Ayesha smirked and continued her slow, deliberate journey, licking her way up Lyria's sides and pausing at her armpits.
Ayesha smirked to herself, thinking, You bitch, thank God you forgot to lick me here vigorously, but not me. Take this. Without hesitation, she moved toward Lyria's exposed armpit, licking it softly, dragging her tongue teasingly along the sensitive skin.
Lyria's body tensed instantly, her breathing hitching as Ayesha continued to play with her. The sensation was too much....Lyria's eyes fluttered shut, and before she knew it, tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She moaned uncontrollably, her voice breaking. "No, please. I'm sorry.... no more," she begged, her body trembling beneath Ayesha's relentless teasing.
Lyria bit her lip as Ayesha's tongue flicked over the sensitive area, her body shaking from the mixture of sensation and the faint taste of salt.
Lyria moaned softly, "Please.... not there," trying to suppress the waves of pleasure surging through her. But Ayesha ignored her protests, her tongue trailing further, moving toward Lyria's chest, savoring the warmth and sweat. Lyria's breaths were shallow, her eyes half closed, her body trembling as Ayesha's tongue moved over her skin, leaving her completely undone by the time she reached her boobs.
Ayesha's grin widened as she moved from Lyria's armpit to her boobs, her lips closing around Lyria's soft skin. She sucked gently at first, then added a teasing bite, just enough to send shivers through Lyria's body. The room filled with Lyria's loud moan, echoing as she lost control.
Ayesha, now fully immersed in the moment, felt herself losing any restraint. Without thinking, she silenced Lyria's cries by pressing her lips against hers, kissing her deeply. Her tongue slid into Lyria's mouth, muffling her moans as their bodies pressed closer together, the intensity between them rising with each passing second.
Meanwhile, Astrid and Nyss exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the show. With a wink, Nyss sauntered back over to Mike. "Let's see how you're holding up," she teased, taking his hand and lifting his index finger to her lips. Slowly, she began licking it, her eyes never leaving his.
Astrid followed suit, grabbing Mike's other hand and mimicking Nyss's movements. Mike stood frozen, unsure of how to react, feeling torn between utter disbelief and something more primal.
Lyria and Ayesha paused, watching the elves with a mixture of awe and jealousy. Lyria scoffed, "Oh, come on. He's just standing there like a statue."
Without warning, Nyss turned to Lyria and, with a grin, kissed her softly on the lips. Lyria, momentarily caught off guard, felt her cheeks flush, but she quickly returned the kiss, not wanting to be outdone by anyone.
Astrid, not wanting to be left out, leaned in and kissed Ayesha in the same way. Ayesha, who was still catching her breath from the earlier encounter with Lyria, blushed but responded to the kiss, feeling the competitive edge shift between them.
The room was filled with a strange mixture of tension, laughter, and lingering emotions. One by one, all four girls kissed Mike on the lips, their touches light, yet filled with playful energy. By the time the last kiss was over, the ritual had been completed, though none of them could quite tell what had just happened.
After a brief pause, the portal appeared once more, glowing in the corner of the room. Nyss and Astrid stepped toward it, ready to leave.
"You should visit us in our kingdom sometime," Nyss called out playfully. "You too, Mike. Maybe you'll have more fun there."
Astrid nodded, her eyes gleaming. "Yes, visit us in our kingdom when you're ready."
Ayesha, now fully dressed again, smiled at Mike before preparing to leave herself. "Come visit me in Vaeldora," she said, tossing him a wink. "Don't keep me waiting too long."
As they began to disappear through their portals, Lyria crossed her arms, still watching them with jealousy brimming in her eyes. "You bitches go find your own slave!" she shouted after them, her voice filled with playful irritation.
When the portals closed, Mike and Lyria were left alone, the room now quiet, though the atmosphere still charged. Lyria shot Mike a look that was a mixture of affection and possessiveness.
"Looks like it's just us again," she muttered.
But before either of them could say more, Lyria's expression shifted, suddenly serious. "Mike…..... I think it's time I told you about something important."
Mike raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"There's another kingdom I haven't mentioned yet. It's ruled by my aunt, Queen Selene, in the Kingdom of Solis." Lyria's voice took on a more somber tone. "I have two cousins there. Beautiful, powerful women who could make anyone stop in their tracks. My cousin Elara has golden hair that shines like the sun, and her emerald eyes could pierce through anyone's soul. My other cousin, Selina, is just as stunning. Dark hair, almost like midnight, with deep violet eyes that seem to hold every secret in the world."
Mike couldn't help but feel intrigued as Lyria described them, his imagination starting to run wild.
"My aunt Selene is regal and commanding," Lyria continued. "She has ruled Solis with wisdom and strength for years. But something's not right there. There are threats looming over the kingdom, and I need to go."
Mike nodded, sensing the seriousness in her voice. "So.....… we're going?"
Lyria gave him a sharp look, as if daring him to back out. "Yes. And you'd better be ready. Solis isn't like here. It's more dangerous, more unpredictable. We'll need to be prepared."