Return of the Mythic Bloodline Chapter 459: Dancing at her fingertips

"What do you have to say in your defence?" Nyria demanded as we both sat on the sofa, side by side.

My ears were at the rcy of her hands. If my answer didn’t satisfy her, I might lose them forever.

"Nyria, our relationship has been stagnant for over six months," I murmured, looking at her with puppy eyes. "I only want us to have so intimate monts."

Her brows furrowed at my answer.

"So you took us to such a degenerate place. I still can’t believe sothing like this exists," she muttered.

Despite her cold deanour and firm voice, I knew she was convinced by my answer. Her grip around my ears had already loosened.

"What else could I do?" I continued, keeping my voice guilt-ridden. "You two are too beautiful for to make a move."

"Stop saying nonsense," Nyria frowned, her eyes sliding sideways. "We are your won. We won’t mind you making a move on us—"

Before she could finish her sentence, I moved closer and sealed her lips with mine.

"I have your permission now," I murmured, our breath warming each other’s skin.

"Is that what you were aiming for from the beginning?" she demanded with narrowed eyes, her fingers pulling at the hair on the back of my head. "Forget it, you are only going to whimper if I stop you now," she sighed, sealing my lips again.

She slled like vanilla left out in the cold, each breath lting down. Her lips tasted like berries kissed by frost, their cold and sweet flavour sending shivers through my whole body.

Our tongues moved in an ecstatic duel, each vying for dominance over the other.

Her hands grabbed by the shoulders, pushing my back against the sofa as she slowly climbed atop . Her lips never left mine.

I moved my hands behind her lower back, pulling her closer with a sudden tug so that not even air could pass between us.

"Ang~" A low moan escaped her lips. She parted her lips from mine, a thin bridge of saliva still connecting us.

"Don’t hold too tightly. My chest hurts, idiot," she hissed in a low whisper.

"It’s a difficult request you are making, darling," I replied, my voice husky. "I can’t control myself when you are loving so wildly."

A faint blush ford on her cheeks.

"Should we move to the bed?" She offered, clearly ignoring my comnt.

I nodded in approval.

"Alright, release m—"

I moved my hands under her thighs and rose from the sofa, lifting her in my arms.

"I can walk myself, you know," she mumbled, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"I know," I chuckled, carrying her toward the bed.

It was a massive master bed that could easily accommodate three people. U was sleeping soundly on one side.

"Are you fine doing it beside U?" I asked, laying her on the bed.

"She is part of us. I don’t mind her in the least," Nyria replied, glancing at U before raising her arms for .

I climbed onto the bed, first placing my knee down, then lowering myself into Nyria’s embrace.

She began sucking on my neck while I turned my attention to the cloth belt that held her blue robe together.

Once the belt was untied, I slid my hand behind her back, slightly lifting her to remove it completely.

Nyria did not remain idle. She grabbed the edge of my shirt and pulled it upward, revealing my bare upper body.

"Wow, six packs," she gasped, literally drooling as she stared at my body as if it were a fine dessert ready to be devoured.

"Don’t have all the fun yourself," I said, opening her robe like a door that led straight to heaven.

Her petite, porcelain-white body was revealed underneath. She had a deep neckline and perfectly sculpted abs on her abdon, ford from relentless sword training.

Her breasts rose and fell with heavy breaths, hidden beneath a black bra that revealed her deep cleavage.

"Don’t stare so intently, stupid Taranis," she whispered, her usual coldness completely lted away.

"It would be a disrespect to the heavens if I did not admire this masterpiece before ," I murmured, my piercing gaze fixed on her figure.

"How could you say sothing so embarrassing with a straight face," Nyria muttered, her face turning even redder.

To ensure I could not see her flustered expression, she pulled closer, pressing my mouth into her cleavage.

Now that she had brought to her valleys herself, I took full advantage.

With one hand, I unclasped her bra and tossed it aside.

"I always wanted to see this again," I murmured, my index finger tracing the beauty mark below the pink nipple on her left breast.

"They are not only for sightseeing," Nyria whispered, a teasing smile on her face. "Suck them."

Unlike U, whose charm lay in her adorable shy behavior, Nyria was completely straightforward about what she wanted. It was incredibly arousing.

"As you wish, my goddess," I whispered before sealing her nipple between my lips.

Her breasts were amazingly soft and so sensitive that the slightest movent of my fingers left red marks on them.

I kept molding one breast into different shapes with my hand while I sucked the other with my mouth.

"Nyria, your breasts are so white they almost seem to contain milk."

I had ant to keep those words to myself, but they slipped out aloud.

Nyria pulled closer, licked my ear, and whispered, "If you wish to drink my milk, you need to work harder."

Her action sent a jolt of electricity through my entire body. My eyes widened and my lips parted.

"Don’t stop, idiot. Suck the other as well or their sizes will beco uneven."

She grabbed by the hair and pushed my face into her other breast.

I was the one on top of her and the one with more experience, yet it still felt like I was dancing at her fingertips.