Transmigrated into a reversed world Chapter 237: You won’t throw me in a ditch somewhere,

Viktor's tongue felt numb from the strain, but he didn't stop. Instead, he rubbed against the roof of her lower lip while thrusting his tongue into her opening.

Cyra's breath ca in short pants, her fingers digging into his hair as she trembled from the wave of sensation.

Viktor's eyes flashed with elation at the reactions he drew from her.

He licked her love juice, making sure nothing escaped as his tongue brushed the inside of her pink walls.

"Mm~" Cyra moaned, her back arching as soon as he thrust in two fingers.

Viktor thrust roughly with no rhythm, but it was enough to bring her closer to the edge. At so point, she placed her hands over his and guided his movent.

"Squelch~" Wet sloshing mixed with soft moans echoed through the pond, the dark sky casting a glow over the two figures locked in intimacy.

Viktor added another finger, thrusting so deeply that even his knuckles disappeared, his thumb rubbing and pressing hard against her swollen bead.

"Ahh~" Cyra moaned softly, her body trembling as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

Viktor paused, feeling her insides contracting and squeezing around his fingers as if trying to hold them in.

His shaft throbbed painfully at the sight, desire sparking through him as he imagined her tightness around him. An electric tingle rushed down his spine at the thought.

He swallowed and leaned closer, pressing a kiss to the roof of her lower lip, but before he could go further, Cyra stopped him.

Viktor withdrew his fingers reluctantly and looked up to et her satisfied, lazy eyes.

Cyra caressed his face slowly. "Well done, my obedient little pet~ Ti to reward you."

As soon as the words left her lips, she switched their positions—Viktor was pinned against the boulder.

His heart pounded in his chest at the sight of her predatory gaze. He gulped in anticipation as she leaned closer, her breath brushing against his nape.

Cyra pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his ear, then moved slowly down to his nape, her tongue tracing every vein she found. Viktor's breath grew ragged, his body lting like mush beneath her touch. Read full story at Nov3lFɪre.ɴet

Her fingers traced his Adam's apple, following the motion of his swallow before sliding lower, caressing the trail of water and circling his nipple before pinching it roughly. Pain shot through Viktor's mind, quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure as his body responded, nearly driving him over the edge.

Cyra chuckled softly in his ear, her fangs slowly erging. She sank them into his nipple, sucking with loud slurps as the tangy sweetness of his blood flowed down her throat.

Viktor shuddered under the mix of pain and pleasure, his flushed face resting bonelessly on her shoulder, his toes curling as he ca.

Cyra felt sothing hot splash on her thighs and looked at Viktor with helpless disbelief—this level of pain mixed with pleasure was only the tip of the iceberg.

Her tongue traced the open wound, sealing it closed as she caressed his back to calm his erratic heartbeat, all while ntally planning to add a cock ring to the list of things she was going to buy for their next sexual play.

"I'll let this go today... but next ti you cum without approval, you'll be punished," Cyra whispered into his ear, her voice edged with danger that made Viktor shiver with anticipation and excitent.

Before his imagination of that punishnt could erode his mind, he felt a sting on his cheek—Cyra had pinched him to snap him back to reality.

"Umm... I wasn't." Viktor defended himself weakly, though his flushed face and glittering golden eyes gave him away—he was still reeling from the incredible sensation that had nearly fried his mind.

Cyra shot him a bland stare, making it obvious she didn't believe a word.

"I don't have a change of clothes for you. You'll have to make do with yours—but remove your shorts." Cyra set him down as she picked up the clothes from the ground.

"How are you going to go back without?" Viktor pointed at her dusty clothes on the ground, shy to look at her nude body.

"Cyra, I brought you a change of clothes." Zane's voice abruptly echoed through the clearing, and Viktor froze, his face flushed with guilt like he had been caught doing sothing he shouldn't.

"Thanks, love." Cyra pressed a fleeting kiss on Zane's lips as she took the clothes from his hands, but not before caressing his face with her gaze filled with undisguised love for him.

She reassuringly tousled Viktor's wet strand before moving closer to the shore to squeeze out excess water from her hair.

Zane was silent for a mont before let out a loud snort at Viktor's guilty expression. "Tch, stop looking like I'm going to hate you or sothing. Though I don't like the idea of Cyra being with soone else, I've got to get used to it...sigh...I alone can't satisfy her sexual needs." Zane finished in a calm tone, already using the ti alone to think things through and sort his feelings.

"Really...? You won't throw in a ditch sowhere, or murder in my sleep, or poison—Ow! Why did you hit !" Viktor scread loudly as he rubbed his forehead to ease the sting of Zane's knock.

"So, you're the one who fills Greed's head with that rubbish drama you watch. Do I look like I have nothing better to do with my life than sche against you every day? My hands are itching to give you a beating." Zane fud, though the tension around them eased.

Viktor quickly backed away when he saw Zane cracking his knuckles.

"It's not just in drama; don't you read stories about the first husband killing off all his wife's other husbands? Wait! Don't hit! I'll stop talking," Viktor shrieked as he bolted from Zane, who used his unsheathed sword as a cane to whoop his ass.

Cyra felt a wave of relief as she saw them accept each other and returned to their usual way of interacting. Her good mood lasted only a second before her eyes drifted to the dusty clothes on the ground, the bombing replayed slowly in her mind, and her gaze turned icy.

She looked at her bracelet and found no service to communicate with the other side of the world—she had to leave her space if she wanted to use the Nexus.

With a flash, she caught up to Zane and Viktor, who was panting from exhaustion.

"I need to leave the space for a mont." Cyra pointed to her silver bracelet, and they understood her ssage.

They watched her disappear before sharing an equal look of hatred for the dark organization.

The thought that they would have died without Cyra's powers made Zane tremble with fury.

Since we can't find the head's hiding place, we can start dealing with their trained assassin and other mbers of the high ops," Viktor told Zane about his plans.

"When we get back, we'll carry out your plans, but how are you going to find them?" Zane asked; he knew the assassins weren't easy to locate. Being in that profession ant having the skill to blend seamlessly into their surroundings to hunt their targets.

"Oh, we don't have to search for them—they will co to us," Viktor replied with a dark smile. But seeing the obvious confusion on Zane's face, he explained further.