The Return Of The Exiled Villain

Lyra didn’t slow down.

The moment Gray leaned back against the wall and gave her that quiet permission with a small nod and faint smirk, something fluttered wildly in her chest.

Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

Still, she refused to stop.

Her lips stayed pressed to the side of his neck, placing slow, open-mouthed kisses that grew a little shakier the lower she went.

”Mm...” The soft hum slipped out before she could hold it back.

Her hands trembled slightly as they roamed over his bare chest, palms sliding across warm, firm muscle with curiosity.

She traced every line with her fingertips, feeling the way his skin heated under her touch, but her cheeks were already burning hotter with every second.

’I... I’ve never done anything like this before...’

The thought made her face flush an even deeper shade of red. She tried to push it away, focusing instead on the way his body felt beneath her hands.

”I don’t like sharing...” she whispered against his collarbone,her voice low, almost absent-minded as if she was speaking her thoughts without filtering them.

”Even thinking about other girls near you... it makes me feel... really weird inside...”

She kissed lower, lips brushing shyly over his chest.

”Chuu.. mwah~”

Each kiss came with a tiny, wet sound, but her movements were slower now, more self-conscious.

Her tongue darted out hesitantly, tasting his skin for just a moment before she pulled back slightly, her face flushed for a moment.

She had gotten so bolder that she only realized now what she was doing.

Not to mention that Gray remained still against the wall, watching her with a calm gaze that only made her more aware of how exposed he was becoming.

Rustle~

Lyra’s hand slid downward, her fingers brushing over his abdomen.

When they reached the waistband of his pants, she paused, biting her lower lip hard. Her heart raced even faster.

She could feel the hard, unmistakable bulge beneath the fabric pressing against her palm, and the realization of what it was made her entire face burn crimson.

’That’s... his... Oh gods, I’ve never seen one before...’

The thought hit her like a wave, making her thighs press together instinctively.

A strange, warm flutter bloomed low in her belly, and she tried desperately to ignore the embarrassed heat flooding her cheeks and ears.

Still, she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she gave the bulge a light, experimental squeeze through the cloth, feeling how thick and warm it was.

A tiny, involuntary whimper escaped her.

”Nnh...”

She quickly looked up at him, her eyes wide and shy, her face so red it looked like she might combust.

”Y-You’re... really hard already...” she mumbled, voice barely above a whisper, clearly mortified by her own words but unable to stop them.

’...Pfft. It’s funny to see a virgin trying to take the lead,’ Gray laughed inwardly.

Before she could overthink it any further, she pushed gently against his chest with both hands.

Gray let himself be guided backward until the back of his knees hit the bed. He was really curious about how far she was going to go.

Thump...!

With one more shy but determined shove, he fell onto the mattress with a soft thud.

Lyra climbed onto the bed right after him, her movements a little clumsy from nervousness.

She swung one leg over his hips and straddled him, carefully lowering herself until she was sitting directly on his crotch.

The moment her clothed cave pressed down against the thick, rigid outline of his cock, a sharp, breathy moan slipped out of her before she could stop it.

”Ahh...♡”

The heat and hardness beneath her made her freeze for a second, face flushing an impossibly deeper shade of red.

She could feel every inch of him throbbing warmly against her through their clothes, and the sensation sent sparks shooting through her body.

Her thighs trembled slightly as she tried to adjust, but that only made her grind against him a little more, drawing another soft, embarrassed whimper.

”Mmmhh... it’s... so warm...” she breathed, voice shaky and quiet.

She rocked her hips forward once, very slowly, testing the friction.

The way his hardness rubbed right against her most sensitive spot made her bite her lip hard to hold back another moan.

Trying to hide her shyness, she leaned down quickly, letting her hair fall around them like a curtain.

She captured his lips in a deep but slightly clumsy kiss.

”Chuup... mwah... mmph...”

Her tongue shyly brushes against his as she kisses him harder to distract herself from the intense fluttering in her stomach.

When she broke the kiss, she buried her face against the side of his neck instead, placing more wet, needy kisses there with soft sounds.

”Slurp... chu...♡ mwah...”

One hand stayed braced shyly on his chest while the other roamed lower, fingers tracing hesitantly along his side as she continued to rock her hips in slow, experimental circles against his throbbing bulge.

”Haah... haah... I missed you so much...” she whispered breathlessly against his skin, her voice trembling with both embarrassment and growing need.

”Even... even feeling you like this... it makes me feel so strange... but I don’t want to stop...”

Her hips kept moving in those shy little rolls, pressing down firmer each time so the thick ridge of his cock rubbed deliciously against her clothed core.

”Nnh... ahh♡... mmhh...”

Soft, breathy moans kept escaping her, each one more embarrassed than the last, her face still burning hot against his neck as she tried and failed to hide how much the sensation was affecting her.

Lyra lifted her head just enough to glance at him, eyes glassy and shy, cheeks flushed crimson, lips slightly swollen.

She looked equal parts mortified and hopelessly turned on, yet she didn’t climb off.

”Chuup!♡~”

Instead, she leaned back in, kissing him again with quiet, needy little sounds, her body still gently grinding against his hardness as if she couldn’t bear to pull away.

”Nngh~, um~♡”

She was clearly nervous, painfully shy about every new sensation, but the way she kept moving, kept kissing, kept touching him made it obvious: even with her face burning with embarrassment, she had no intention of stopping now.

”Mm... Gray...”

Her voice softened again, though the possessiveness never left it.

”I was thinking about you the whole time,” she admitted, her flushed face only making her more beautiful.

”Even during my matches... even when I was supposed to focus...”

Her fingers tightened shyly against his chest.

”And then I hear things... see things... other people talking about you...”

She paused, her warm lips resting briefly against his skin before she continued in a quieter voice.

”I don’t like that they get to see you fight like that... like it belongs to them too.”

There was a short silence, filled only by their uneven breathing.

Rustle~!

”Mhm~”

Lyra’s hips gave another small, experimental roll against him, drawing a tiny moan from her own throat.

She could feel how hard he was, how warm, and it made her stomach flutter wildly.

Her gaze flickered down for a moment, then back up to his face. She bit her lower lip, clearly struggling with her own shyness.

After a few seconds, she gathered her courage and spoke in a barely audible whisper.

”Gray... um... you... you’ve been staring at my chest a lot today, right?” Her voice cracked slightly with embarrassment, face growing even hotter.

”If... if you want to... touch my breasts... you can...”

The words hung in the air. Lyra’s heart hammered in her chest as she waited, barely able to meet his eyes.

Gray raised an eyebrow, his lips curling up into a teasing smirk.

”Weren’t you the one supposed to take the lead?” he asked playfully.

Lyra’s eyes widened for a second.

A spark of her earlier stubborn determination flickered back to life behind all the shyness.

”Hmph...”

She bit her lower lip hard, cheeks still blazing, then suddenly grabbed his right hand with both of hers.

Without giving herself time to overthink it, she pulled his hand up and pressed it firmly against her soft, rounded breast, using a slight burst of strength to make his fingers squeeze the supple flesh through her clothes.

”Ahn~♡”

A breathy, involuntary moan slipped from her lips the moment she felt his palm mold around her.

The sound was higher and sweeter than she expected, making her whole face flush an even deeper shade of red.

Her lips quivered slightly as a rush of warmth spread through her body. She tried desperately to regain her composure, though her voice came out shaky and embarrassed.

”H-how does it feel?” she asked, barely able to look at him.

”Does it... does it feel good...?”

Her hand stayed over his, holding it in place against her chest as if afraid he might pull away, while her hips gave another shy little grind against the hard ridge of his cock beneath her.

”Haaa~♡, um...”

Soft, nervous breaths puffed against his skin as she waited for his answer, her heart racing wildly.