CHAPTER 133: AFTER THE GRIND

The air was heavy with the scent of sex and oil—sweet lavender, heady vanilla, and something muskier now, saltier, raw.

The kind of heat that clung to skin, made lungs feel tighter, and turned silence into tension, the lavender lamp casting a soft, flickering glow across Lia’s cozy bedroom.

The faint hum of warding spells vibrated in the walls, mingling with the wet, sticky aftermath of their ritual, the floorboards creaking softly under their shifting weight.

Lia sat back on her heels, her plush thighs slick and trembling, cum streaking her dark green lace panties, her generous chest heaving in her bra, her breath shallow, her green eyes dazed but glinting with lingering arousal.

Sophia knelt beside her, flushed to the ears, the insides of her legs damp, her small breasts rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths under her pale pink cotton bra, her pussy throbbing with the intensity of their shared act.

Lor lay sprawled in the center, arms behind his head, his cock softening slightly but still slick with the mix of their effort, lavender and vanilla oils glistening on his shaft, his hazel eyes glinting beneath tousled black hair.

"Alright," he said at last, his voice rough with satisfaction, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"One more part. Then the Light will be satisfied."

Sophia glanced sideways, still dazed, her blue eyes wide, her twin tails swaying slightly. "Right. The last one. The boobs... I mean breasts."

Lia gave a low, breathy laugh, wiping oil off her fingers onto her thigh, leaving a shimmering streak. "At least that part’s easy and legs won’t kill me doing it."

Lor sat up slowly, his toned chest catching the lamplight.

He reached for one of the unopened bottles—mint blossom extract, its sharp, tingling cool scent wafting up as he squirted a few drops into his palm.

He rubbed it slowly between his hands, the cold sheen catching in the low light, his hazel eyes darkening with anticipation.

Then he looked at them, his voice softer now, deep and low. "

Your choice," he said, his tone carrying a hint of sincerity beneath the scam’s facade. "I’m not forcing anything. Who wants to go first?"

Lia hesitated, her green eyes flicking to Sophia, her plush thighs pressing together, her pussy tingling faintly.

Sophia’s blue eyes met hers—then slowly, tentatively, she raised her hand, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’ll do it."

Lor nodded once, his hazel eyes softening. "Come here."

She crawled to him, her cheeks crimson, her twin tails swinging behind her, her breath shallow, her small breasts rising under her bra.

He reached up slowly, his fingers brushing her sides, sending a shiver through her, then sliding behind her back to the clasp of her pale pink bra.

A pause—then a soft click.

The straps slipped down her shoulders, the fabric peeling away to reveal her small, perky breasts, tight little mounds with soft, pink nipples already stiff in the cool air.

She made a sound, half gasp, half squeak, covering herself instinctively with her arms, her pussy throbbing harder, her blue eyes wide with embarrassment.

"No," Lor murmured gently, reaching up and taking her wrists, pulling her hands away with a careful touch. "Let me see you."

Their eyes met—his soft, his hazel gaze full of something deeper now, not teasing, not manipulative, just hungry, reverent.

Sophia’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching as she let her arms fall, her small breasts exposed, nipples hardening further under his gaze.

He brought his cool, slick, mint-oiled palms to her chest and cupped her carefully, his thumbs grazing her nipples, sending a jolt through her body.

Sophia inhaled sharply, her lips parting, her chest arching into his hands without realizing, her pussy dripping into her panties as the tingling oil heightened every sensation.

"Gods, you’re soft..." Lor whispered, sliding his fingers in slow, lazy circles around her curves, the slick mint oil making his touch glide like silk, the cool tingle making her nipples throb. "They fit perfectly in my hands..."

She whimpered, biting her lip, her entire frame trembling under the weight of his worshipful touch, her pussy clenching harder with each lazy flick of his thumbs, her thighs pressing together as heat rolled through her like fire under her skin.

Lor leaned in, kissing the small swell of one breast, then the other, his lips soft and slow, leaving a warm trail that made her gasp.

His tongue flicked over one tight nipple, and she moaned aloud, her hips twitching forward, her pussy soaking her panties as heat surged through her.

Behind them, Lia watched in stunned silence, her green eyes wide, her plush thighs pressing together, her fingers tangled in the edge of her cum-streaked panties, her pussy tingling as she swallowed hard.

Lor’s mouth wrapped gently around Sophia’s nipple, sucking slow and deep.

His hand caressed her other breast, fingertips gliding over her skin, teasing with gentle pinches as the cool tingle of mint oil danced across her flesh.

A soft whimper escaped her lips, her back arching into his touch, hips grinding restlessly against the air, her slick heat betraying the ache building inside her.

He moved unhurriedly, attentive and reverent, shifting from one breast to the other — licking, suckling, savoring — each motion a quiet act of worship.

The wet, rhythmic sounds of his mouth blended with her breathy moans, filling the space between them with desire.

The seconds passed.

Then minutes.

Five came and went.

But Lor didn’t stop.

Something shifted in him—his touch growing bolder, slower, more possessive, his hazel eyes darkening with hunger.

He leaned in close, his tongue leaving a wet trail from her nipple to the valley of her chest, and then—his hand slid down, past her navel, over the trembling muscles of her belly, the mint oil leaving a cool, tingling path.

Sophia’s blue eyes fluttered open, her voice shaky. "Lor...?"

But his fingers had already slipped beneath the waistband of her pink cotton panties, the cool oil leaving a shimmering trail as he sank lower, brushing the slick heat of her pussy, her lips swollen and dripping with arousal.