Our kiss lingered for longer than normal. Lyria allowed my attempts, accepting the gentle nudge and the soft push of my tongue. Her moist lips responded slowly. Almost as if her whole body, hardened to adamantium, melting extremely languidly under my fiery passion. But I welcomed the sweet lethargic burn. With every passing moment, our kissing grew in intensity. She slowly welcomed me deeper, inhaling the ambrosial smoke of passion into her burning lungs.

I felt the tender sigh as Lyria's mind slipped with the pleasant caress, soothing old pains with young kisses.

Over and over, I accepted her open mouth, eagerly tempting the luscious entrance of her lips with teasing graze. My caressing tongue plundered her wet cavern, roaming hungrily, exploring, seeking, eager to stroke her velvet tongue. When our tongues finally met, Lyria moaned as if an invisible barrier dissolved at the contact. She gasped with contentment, her numb body reacted in obvious arousal. Her arms clenched against my naked skin, tighter. Her warm body pushed against mine, squirming. Finally, Lyria responded in ardent fervour. And our tongues dueled savagely, clashing like heated blades.

Much to Lyria's disappointment, I broke the kiss. "Perhaps, we should move to the bedroom. This is hardly the place."

It would be better, I decided, to give her more room to cry. I could strip her and stuff her beneath sheets, administering my tender love. She could moan and whimper, arching up to receive my care, allowing herself to indulge in the bliss of sensation. Overwhelmed by simple pleasures. Or she could cry halfway through and I would still listen. Patiently. Her bedroom would be the ideal place for both. She could hardly cry, undisturbed by curious Colby or Theko, in the main room.

I looked to her languid countenance. "Are you comfortable with this? Here?"

Ignoring my question, Lyria wiggled. "Could you stroke my tails, a bit?" Her tail slid in the curve of my palm.

"Isn't that one of your forbidden zones?" I asked cautiously, moving my hand around to cup her tail gently. I tugged lightly, drawing an excited reaction from Lyria.

"It is," she breathed out, relaxing into me. "But I need to feel your touch there. Even in my vulnerable spot, I need to know your presence. Please, I need this."

She twisted her head, following the motion of my hand playing with her tail. Her horns dug into my skin, just above the left breast. Gritting my teeth, I ignored the pain and continued running my finger along the crest of her tail, careful not to get caught up too far.

Lyria arced her head upwards. A slight moan escaped her lips. "Please. Stroke me."

I curled my fingers around, tugging a bit harder on her tail. Lyria responded by arching her back with small hisses and flinches. She slightly lifted her tail, beckoning me to move upwards along her tail.

"A further up, please." Edging upwards on a soft tug, she eased out of my grasp. Her neck arched upwards, horns scratching leaving a thin red line on my skin. A breathy whimper liberated out of her lips. "A bit more, Rils."

Following her instructions, I ran my hand up the length of her tail, grazing her delicate flesh lightly. My hand moved dangerously close to the curve of her plump ass. Her soft sighs soon gave away to whimpering moans, rising with every stroke.

"Come, my Love. Let us move to somewhere more private." I offered, using my hands to lift Lyria. Her weak limbs failed to hold. Despite my arms wrapped around her, her elbows dragged against the wall. With patient steps, we shuffled along, traversing the cold floor until we reached the door to her bedroom.

With sudden nervousness, Lyria squirmed. She cupped my face, drawing me closer. "Rils, will you stay with me?"

"Yes, I will."

"Will you promise not to disappear under some pretext when you are done?" Insecurities warred in her silvery grey eyes. "Once your lust is sated?"

Her words lanced a searing hot spear tip through me. I swallowed hard at her question.

Disgrace filled my very being. My own action of the past -- to visit her in the evening with smoldering affections and passionate promises, and disappear once my lust sated -- made it impossible to pretend anything else. Furious at my past self, at the choices I made, and how they have led me here, I could only wade through the guilt to save Lyria.

"Lyria, I won't repeat my mistakes of the past," I pledged softly.

In a faltering voice, she asked, "Can I trust you, Rils? Can I hold your words as absolute?"

With prideful spirit, I answered. "Absolutely. I would crave my own heart to ease your pain."

At my declaration, Lyria drew me close, wrapping her legs around mine. Even before the door fully opened, our kisses intensified, not only my passion but also hers. A sound escaped from Lyria's open mouth as she wiggled her hips, her tail generously wrapping around my own thighs.

With a subtle push, I coaxed the door open, smoothly pushing Lyria into her room. The door shut behind us, as I shifted to set down Lyria comfortably on her bed. Her tail hung lazily over the edge of the bed, waggling tantalizingly. Though the room was chilly, Lyria's warmth enveloped me, sensually. I dropped down to her, lightly placing my lips upon hers. Pressing myself against her, drawing another sound from her as her body trembled.

Gently, I peeled her work-blouse off her toned body, unveiling Lyria's curvaceous figure in all her gorgeousness. Next came the knots of her wrap across her chest, liberating those glorious mounds of breasts. My hand traveled along her softness, brushing over her skin. An audible moan exuded from her throat. Her callous palms rose and grasped at my leather armour, pulling me closer.

"Rils, give me a tit," she panted and purred, pleadingly at the same time. "Please, I need to suckle them right now."

Her face darted forward, like a starved mortal edging towards a tiny morsel. With strenuous effort, her hands shakingly sought the knots of my armor.

"This isn't necessary," I protested feebly, lifting her hands from my leather armour. "Let me take care of you."

Her face showed displeasure and only a disappointed pout passed from her delectable mouth. There is only so much I could resist.

"Fine." I gave in. Wriggling, I twisted slightly to undo the knots. Soon, leather armour, linen fabric, and leather strophium all pooled to the bedroom floor.

Bending my knees, I leaned closer, watching her lurch. Every subtle parting and curling of her lips, seeking my twitching nipples, only served to incite boiling blood thawing me from inside. Squeezing and stroking her reddening cheeks, I guided my right nipple into her mouth, savouring the supple texture of her voracious lips enveloping.

Lyria sighed in contentment, eyes rolling upwards. She hummed, suckling firmly, delicately grinding her jaw against me. I gasped, arching my back, pressing my hand on either side of her head, to steady myself. Inhaling deep through my nostrils, I closed my eyes, waiting patiently for the pleasure to reach its peak. Pulling away, she searched for my left nipple with a hungering expression. Grabbing, she carefully sucked on it with zealous pleasure. Ecstasy waves swiftly overwhelmed me.

For what felt like an eternity, Lyria held me tightly within her sucking mouth. Barely able to control my heaving breath, I let her wanton assault with her tongue ravage me. Wet little whimpers, her insatiable mouth aching with pure desire for me, and gasps of intense bliss welled up from both our tortured cores. Sensing both our arousal and the damp scent permeating from our midsections, Lyria released me.

Slowly easing back against the pillows, Lyria trailed a hand along my stomach, tracing a not-so-subtle gesture, while her tail lashed around in obvious demand. The heat between us. The torturous heat between us was suffocating. Watching her in seductive bliss, my mind fought against the rebellion in my quim. The lapping of Lyria's tail on my rear, sending waves of tremor only served to consolidate the urge in my loins. It became hot. So very hot.

Taking the cue, Lyria's hip shifted subtly, raising her body. Her arm curled around to support her weight, while she tilted her pelvis upwards, driving my arousal deeper.

Tender as ever, my fingers worked their way slowly down, closer to the narrow of her back, searching the knots of her skirt. With a gentle tug, I managed to pull the knot free. Lyria writhed, unceasingly rubbing against me. Sensation, undeniable and needy, surged and crashed through us both. Her legs raised and trapped my waist between them. Swaying and trashing with fervent need, her heels found spot on the small of my back, caressing me into feverish arousal.

"Rils," Lyria called out with a desperate plea. "Are you daft?"

Sprawling, she wriggled herself upwards, pulling me closer with both her powerful arms. Her open mouth nestled against the juncture of my shoulders, tasting my sweat.

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Seductively, she whispered in my ears. "Can't you feel what I am hinting at?" A wave of shiver crept through me as her feather-light tail played around the curve of my ass. "Remove. I want to feel you there."

An undaunted battle raged in me.

"I want flesh on flesh," she purred.

At those words, my boots and pants were soon abandoned with lightning swiftness. Tension invited uncontrollable heaviness. My breathing increased. Every breath was followed by a thrumming heartbeat. The spread form of Lyria teased my senses. The sparkle in her silver-grey eyes, the invite in her lips, the adorable tremble traveling down her neck, those bountiful orbs of the breast. Everything about Lyria ignited a razing forest fire in me but nothing came close passion aroused by the slick wetness in her soaked loin cloth.

With her thrashing tail already liberated, part of her loin cloth failed to cover her modesty. Lyria tossed a bit, luxuriating on the sheets. Her legs teasingly parted, exposing a section of her slit. Her moistened quim, covered and yet uncovered by the falling loin cloth, pulled me with a beckoning that was hard to resist.

Panting heavily, I leaned to kneel between her supple thighs -- to tear the intervening barrier with one swift motion, to reach her twitching clit, salivating to taste her vaginal juices. Yet, Lyria's tail slapped me with rejection.

"I want you bare naked." Lyria pouted again. "Flesh on flesh," repeated Lyria with a blush of excitement.

Lust spilled inside my vagina, soaking the marmoreal passage, and leaked through my subligaculum. A moist trail glistened down my thighs.

"Clit on clit," uttered Lyria. Staring intently, Lyria blinked another teardrop away. Words bound in poignant regret spilled out in excuse. "Want to have a shared experience. To reach the peak at the same time."

In the next instant, both, my stained subligaculum and her soaked loin cloth, flew to the floor. Fully naked, aroused, and slick, both our quims enticed each other to greedily grab, rub, massage, and explore.

Slightly bending her knees, Lyria lifted herself, legs parted in obvious invitation. As I neared her, her tail reacted with celerity, seductively slithering over my naked thigh, caressing, smoothing edging upwards. Her powerful arms tenderly pulled me into an embrace while her tail still snaked closer to my vagina.

Spreading my legs, I settled myself into a position facing Lyria. Arousal was burning inside me as with every move, Lyria's face excited. Drawing an appreciative hiss, I locked eyes with her. She held my gaze with unadulterated passion. Only a few fingers gap separated both our cunts. Holding my arm in a vice grip, Lyria slowly shifted. At her touch, at the knowledge of what she aimed to do, my heated blood filled clit twitched eagerly.

"Hold still Rils," said Lyria beggingly. "Let me adjust to it."

Lyria pushed just far enough to press her swollen outer labia against my own. Waves of ecstatic pleasure ravaged through me in rhythmic contraction as her slight thrust rose and fell with every forceful jerk from her clit. Her quivering twitches sent bursts of molten lava flooding my cunt. Desire, fuelled by unparalleled ecstasy melted my core.

Smoothingly caressing in the shrinking space between slits, Lyria's tail glistened, coated with slick from our quim. Edging closer and closer, her tail grazed teasingly over my perineum, eliciting a hot moan from my already fevered body. Her tail slapped in a small flippant wave, sending a pleasure-filled tremour to further consolidate the titillation in my vagina. Lyria must have sensed my reactions for another slap followed. Pulses of ecstatic shiver ripped through me as my whole body convulsed violently.

Her tail kissed the entrance of my carnal passage -- waiting, caressing, smoothing around gently, unveiling the evident meaning of what Lyria wanted.

I loathed penetration, well -- to be precise -- I loathed to be penetrated. To be penetrated is powerlessness. To allow to be penetrated is submission. To let someone dominate me, even during a sexual tryst...I abhorred such behavior. Yet, Lyria is not someone.

Despite my reservations against penetration, my vaginal walls clenched, desperately. My body began a wild lustful tremble, thrashing unbridled against my sense. Deep down, in the unfathomable recess of my heart, the knowledge thrummed that I ached for Lyria; to accept her inside me.

"You wanted to fuck me with... your tail?"

At my question, a feeble affirmation, lodged in her throat, slowly stumbled out. "I would very much love to tail fuck you, but I know your reservations about being penetrated." Her eyes held mine in apology. "Would you allow me to just stroke your outer lips with it?"

"Give me a few moments to relax my muscles." Sheer delight twinkled in Lyria's eyes at my words.

Inhaling deep breaths to find echo and harmony within me, yet I could only sense the surge building deep inside me. Apprehension at being penetrated -- even if it was Lyria -- filled me with a feeling of agitation. Yet, the eager anticipation of letting Lyria in replaced the agitation with exhilaration.

With shaky hands, I tightened my grip on her tail.

"Rils, are you ready?" asked Lyria with obvious concern.

To my own surprise, I nodded my affirmation with unwavering confidence.

My cunt now, sufficiently relaxed and open for entry, throbbed its best to accept Lyria's love tail. With deliberate languidness, I plunged her tail inside. Her slender tail-end slipped through the smooth entrance of my vagina, swelling slightly before turgidly passing the barrier muscles surrounding my carnal canal. A delicious pain shot through my body. Inside me, a warm suction locked. I clenched and opened spasmodically, allowing the love-end of Lyria to settle inside.

"Rils, is it too difficult?" asked Lyria again, infinite care and tenderness in her voice. "Does it hurt?"

"No. No, it feels wonderful," I reassured her. "Just that I am not used to receiving so it's natural for it to hurt in the beginning." I slowly eased my grip on Lyria's tail, relinquishing control. The acceptance of Lyria filled me more. "Lyria, could you thrust a bit?"

A sense of excitement washed over Lyria as she smoothly slid her tail further inside. This time, the pain did not haunt me. The push from Lyria's tail sent chills through my carnal depths, thrilling every nerve ending in my genitals. Her slow thrust was a constant blare of happiness. Lyria shifted a bit closer.

"Rils, stay still. I will move a bit to make it easy to rub clits."

Penetration and scissoring! Ecstatic fireworks exploded inside my head. Both cunt and clit getting action, and attention at the same time. My quim already throbbed in anticipation.

I relaxed into a docile posture, welcoming Lyria's clit to reach mine. Soon, the tender pressure of her warm clit pressing against my labia rushed through me. Lyria gently swayed her pelvis, slightly parting both our labia, allowing our clitoris to initially kiss each other. The Lyria's thrust began and my quim exploded as her love brought sweet agony inside.

Lyria kept thrusting, both with her tail and with her clitoris, trying to fill me with all her unending devotion. My spine straightened and retracted as she started fucking me with increased passion. Lyria tail sought my treasure spot inside with the dexterity of a finger. Every tap of her tail of my sensitive zone send a huge thrum rippling inside me. The intimate rubbing of our clitoris only added to my mind-numbing intoxication wave raging through me.

I stifled a soft moan. Clamping my mouth shut, unable to voice the bliss-filled warmth filling me, I griped down the mattress. Lyria strong muscular arms clasped my waist tightly while her tail still continued vigorously with fucking me. Clitoris stroking clitoris. Lyria felt my surrender and kept her tender ministrations going, holding me on the precipice of orgasm, yet denying it.

Like two lost souls in a sea -- once again overwhelmed by unrepenting desires -- we passionately fed upon each other. Lyria, who is usually silent, released sheer volumes of moans, giving vent to her horniest desires. Finally, reaching a point, neither of us could hold back,

Time stopped. Only rhythm remained. Pounding, stroking, kissing, fucking us both to orgasmic bliss. Our bodies quivered with sultry breathless orgasms surging. The building sensation of utter bliss swept to a crescendo. The heavenly union left us gasping, hoping for a never-ending wave to carry us. Our erotic collisions brought orgasmic delirium to rule our bodies, surging higher and higher, till we collapsed into each other.

Lyria's gentle hands rubbed against my temples. She administered tender kisses to calm any last remaining sensual need lingering on my skin. I laid beside her, curling up to her side. Dripping sweat covered both our bodies like a silken garment.

Lyria was overcome with exhaustion, yet she wrapped her arm around me in a dreamy haze. Her tail joyously tapped against my hips. A low glow illuminated her tired but gorgeous features.

I restlessly sought for a perfect word or phrase to describe the inexplicable and unbreachable affection we established. In the end, I could think of nothing beyond saying -- anything I do for Lyria was worth it. She was too perfect.

I slowly closed my eyes, pushing my ear against Lyria's chest. Slowly allowing the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat to claim me.

"Thank you Rils," whispered Lyria. "Thank you so much for everything you did. There is no one else who made me so sure that I can fulfill myself without any of the shackles my life placed on me. You made me feel love again."

"Don't thank me Lyria," I replied softly. "You gave me the opportunity to become better, in everything."

"Rils, the fault lies with me. All of this happened because I could not lower my carefully erected barrier to trust you." Lyria rested her head on my shoulder. Exhaustion dulled her tone and sleep beckoned her.

I took the opportunity to trace along her collarbone with tender touches. Not only was Lyria seeking physical closeness, I needed it too. With that thought, I snuggled closer.

"Don't push yourself like that Lyria." I allowed a moment, breathing in her familiar scent. "What we just had was more than sex. Sex cannot mend wounds or build broken trust. If you hadn't opened up to me, then the result wouldn't have been something that we have now."

"It isn't possible for me to open up to you completely." There was genuine fear laced in her words.

When she reached out to touch me, I grasped her hand. "Lyria, do you trust me? Do you think I'm worthy of you?"

"Yes." A tiny flicker of hurt roamed in Lyria's expression. She took a bit longer, to think her response and eventually said. "Yes, Rils. I trust you more than anything."

"Then I don't understand why you haven't opened yourself completely to me."

"Because I am not complete." Her expression radiated sadness. She sniffled with extreme vulnerability.

"Lyria, you are not incomplete. Can't you see how I changed with you near ... " Her fingers rose to my lips, pressing slightly, cutting me from completing the words.

"...I mean it literally. I don't have the words to describe it. I am here and yet I am not. Here I am lying in your arms and simultaneously, I am tortured in a dungeon, alone fending a legion, confined inside, venerated as a goddess, and cursed as a traitor."

Lyria's eyes moistened. There was real grief evident in them. Even more compelling, remorse lurked behind her woe.

"I believe I am punished for my sins. Or I willingly punished myself or I made a conscious choice to believe myself to be so." Her voice broke with those words. She tried to fight back tears but failed to.

As I tried to console her, wiping her tears, Lyria pushed aside, instead.

"Rils, will you be there to pick me up when I shatter?"

"I will."

Her expression bloomed. Pure contentment filled her smiles and her eyes held infinite love. The selflessness and adoration on her face, could not be painted with any sincere words. Words will never match up to how I felt for Lyria. There are a thousand reasons to love her. I may not be able to articulate all those, but I know they exist in my heart.

There was, however, one thing I had to declare to Lyria.

"Come tomorrow, what may happen, we will face it together."

"Together," repeated Lyria.

And then holding hands, we both drifted to a well-earned rest.