"Quieter," she whispered against his mouth, her voice barely audible. "They’ll hear us."
Liam nodded, his breath catching as her fingers circled the sensitive head of his cock. Her touch was confident, exploratory, as if she were mapping new territory. He buried his face against her neck, inhaling the faint scent of sweat and the floral shampoo she’d used that morning. The pink strands of her hair tickled his cheek as he traced his tongue along the curve where her shoulder t her neck.
"God, you taste good," he murmured, the words rumbling from his chest.
Elizabeth’s answering moan was muffled against his collarbone. Her hand moved faster, her grip tightening just enough to make his hips jerk forward involuntarily. The wooden wardrobe creaked in protest.
"Shit," she hissed, freezing in place. "Did you hear that?"
They both held their breath, listening for any sound from outside their hiding place.
"Clear," Liam whispered, resuming his exploration of her skin. His tongue traced the shell of her ear, lingering at the sensitive points. Elizabeth shuddered against him, her free hand clutching at his shoulder.
"You’re so.. faa fuck", she stamred, then gasped as he sucked gently at her pulse point. "So damn good at that."
Liam smiled against her skin. The Blue Screen hovered at the edge of his vision, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the heat building between them. Her fingers moved with purpose now, slick with his pre-cum. She spread the moisture around the head of his cock, the added lubrication making each stroke more intense.
His thumb found her clit first, just pressure. Circular and steady.
Elizabeth’s thigh clenched against his hip, her breath stuttering into a sound she clearly hadn’t ant to make.
"You’re..." She swallowed. "That’s!"
He didn’t ask. Two fingers slid into her without warning, and her whole body seized around him, tight and slick, pulling him deeper like a reflex she had no say in.
"Still so tight," he murmured against her temple, just an observation in the sa tone he’d use, noting a potion’s viscosity.
"Liam." Her grip shifted from his forearm to the back of his neck, nails scraping through white hair. "You can’t just, you didn’t even warn ..."
"Mm." His fingers curled inside her, pressing forward against that soft, swollen spot, and her sentence dissolved into a broken exhale. Her walls fluttered and gripped, and the wet sound of him working her open was obscene in the quiet.
"Fuck," he growled, the word escaping before he could stop it. His hand found her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh there.
Elizabeth’s breath ca faster, her chest rising and falling against his. She shifted her weight, pressing herself more firmly against him as she continued to stroke him. Her lips found his again, silencing his moans with her kiss. Her tongue t his, hot and demanding.
Liam’s world narrowed to this mont, the tight confines of the wardrobe, the scent of them both mingling with the wood, the slick sound of her hand moving over his cock. His tail thrashed against the back wall, the fluffy white fur catching on a splinter. He barely noticed.
"Getting close," he warned, his voice a rough whisper against her lips.
Elizabeth nodded, her pink eyes dark with desire " too," she admitted, her free hand sliding between her own legs. "Can’t believe we’re doing this here."
Liam chuckled, the sound low and warm.
Her strokes beca more erratic as her own pleasure built.
Their laughter was cut short as footsteps sounded in the hallway outside. They froze again, pressed together in the darkness, hearts pounding in tandem. Liam’s cock twitched in Elizabeth’s hand, still slick with his pre cum.
The footsteps passed, continuing down the corridor. They exhaled in unison.
"That was too close," Elizabeth whispered, but she didn’t stop. Her hand resud its rhythm, her thumb circling the sensitive ridge where his cock t the head. "I want to feel you cum."
Liam groaned, burying his face in
her hair. Her words sent a surge of heat through him, his hips moving in ti with her strokes. The pressure built, coiling tight in his abdon.
"Elizabeth," he breathed, her na a prayer on his lips.
She kissed him deeply as his release built. Elizabeth hiked up her dress, baring her stomach. He gasped against her neck, his body tensing as he reached the peak. His cock pulsed in her hand, spilling hot and thick onto her skin. She moaned softly. His hips jerked with each spurt of his climax, his breath ragged against her throat. She pressed against his hand, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over them both, biting her lip hard to keep from crying out. The taste of copper filled his mouth.
When he finally stilled, they remained pressed together in the darkness, their breathing gradually slowing. Elizabeth withdrew her hand, wiping it discreetly on the inside of her armour.
"ssy," she murmured, but there was satisfaction in her voice.
Liam nodded, still catching his breath. "Worth it."
As quickly as they had started, midnight opened the cupboard doors, with a horrified and jealous squeal.
Midnight leaned her shoulder against the wardrobe fra, tilted her head sleepily, and let out a tiny, breathless puff of air.
[TOOL TIP: THE INTERNAL RESIDUAL MUSCLE]
Status: Post-Climax Cool-Down
The "Internal Lube" Audit: The system notes that Elizabeth’s internal viscosity check passed with a 100% Critical Purity Rating. However, her decision to use the interior of her steel plate as a temporary tissue has permanently bound the [Scent of Wolf Pre-Cum] to her defensive stats. She will suffer a -15 Focus Debuff every ti she takes a deep breath.
The "Copper" Aftertaste: Liam’s mouth still tastes faintly of the blood from Elizabeth biting her lip to muffle her moans. The system has updated his profile: New Ingredient Discovered: Blood-Garnished Vanilla.
Structural Damage Report: Liam’s fluffy white tail has sustained 3x Splinter Fractures from aggressive friction against the wardrobe’s back panel. His tail’s [Aesthetic Score] has temporarily dropped, but his [Alpha Dominance] has broken the server ceiling.
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