The Girl with the Lyre Tattoo: Unrated

by Dennis the Menace

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Human
Length: 5621

What you didn't get to see in Chapter 10.

A continuation of a racy scene from The Girl with the Lyre Tattoo for the sake of practicing sex scenes with humanized Lyra and a certain virgin boy.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-11 03:30:03 UTC

I Just Had Sex

Could you really blame Adrian Ross for thinking of Lyra Hartstein in such a way? Was it wrong for him to fantasize?

So yes, he was aroused by the sight of her naked body. Yes, he was aroused by her impossibly perfect bubble butt, her flat chest with her puffy mounds and perky nipples, her toned belly and long slender legs, her smooth, creamy skin. Everything about Lyra aroused him. And as a result of biology, there was often a certain pressure in his lower region that demanded relief every time he was around her. Of course, there was more to a relationship than...that. Lyra was a wonderful person to be around, and she seemed to genuinely enjoy spending time with him, which was more than enough for him. But at the same time, he sometimes wished their relationship would delve into the more physical side of things. He wanted to cradle her in his arms, stare deep into her wide golden eyes, stroke her skin, comb his fingers through her silky teal hair. He wanted to passionately embrace her and consummate their love (perhaps not love. He was too young to fall in love).

What do men do before they take a shower? Clearly, they take off their clothes, and admire their appearance. Adrain was not exempt from this. Like any other male of his species, he would strip and often spend a moment or two to admire his physique in the mirror. In the privacy of the bathroom when he was about to take a shower, when he was naked and alone and his mind would wander, yes, he would think of sex.

The first steps had already been taken. They'd kissed, multiple times on multiple occasions. They cuddled plenty, and she certainly had been introduced to his little friend prodding her behind when they lay together on the couch. They slept in the same bed at night. One step away from taking off their clothes...and he couldn't do it. What was it out of? Fear? Most likely. Fear of being rejected in his advances. Fear of not being able to perform as a virgin. Fear of that horrifying situation when he...came too early and was unable to satisfy her.

Their lips met again and again, every which way.

How the heck did we end up like this?

In his hands he held two perfectly-shaped globes of flesh. He gave an experimental squeeze of her rear, running his palms up and down her smooth back, feeling the swell of her butt and cupping it.. Lyra gave a squeal of delight. He continued squeezing. His fingers explored, running over her back to her spine, her hips, her thighs, straying closer to the insides. He touched everything but what lay between her legs. He felt heat radiating from between her legs. She gave a frustrated groan, trying to grind her crotch closer to his digits. Lyra gave little sighs, moaning into their kisses, propping her chin up against his shoulder, her fingers clawing into his back. Body language dictated that he was to lavish her with kisses on her neck, to which he slowly obliged. He kissed the soft flesh of her long neck, moving slowly up towards the underside of her jaw, towards her ear. He took her earlobe between his lips in a daring move, gently nibbling and sucking. Lyra's soft breaths grew heavier and heavier, her voice cracking as he did so.

They rolled over, Lyra beneath Adrian. She moved his hands toward her chest, which heaved, rising and falling.

"Touch me."

His fingers squeezed and groped her modest breasts, his thumbs kneading her nipples, which were growing more and more erect with her arousal. He poked them, finding immense entertainment from playing with her breasts.

He poked her boob.

She giggled. "Stop!"

He grabbed both, bouncing them up and down.

Not that he hadn't before. Even when they cuddled Lyra let him squeeze them, but never this explicitly.

"Hee, that tickles."

That pressure in his pants made itself noticeable with a twitch, throbbing against the inside of Lyra's thigh.

"Oh!" she gasped, before she gave him a coy, knowing look.

He was too stunned to be able to say a word, reddening even more and more. Lyra rolled them both over, forcing his legs apart. The bulge in his pants was completely obvious now. She cooed, resting her head between his legs, right on his crotch, slowly, sensually beginning to strip him completely naked. Adrian shut his eyes, on the verge of passing out of embarrassment, suddenly feeling his member pop free, cool air touching the inside of his thighs. The flesh on his member was stretched tight.

Please don't laugh oh god...

"Is it too small?"

Lyra's eyes were wide as she slowly ran her fingers down the underside of his shaft. "Wow..."

Her touch made him suck in, his length twitching in response. Her cool fingers stroked his flesh, running up and down his shaft, making him hiss. Her thumb teased at his pink head.

"You shaved," she noted.

Their bodies meshed together as they pressed their foreheads together. Their legs intertwined as they kissed, his cock throbbing as it touched flesh. Unintentionally, he began to rub against her thigh. She began sliding down, planting kisses on his chest, his abs. She gave his butt a firm squeeze, straying lower and lower...

"L-Lyra? Where are you—a-ah!"

A sudden warmth engulfed the tip of his length. A little spurt of pre came from his tip, shooting into Lyra's mouth.

Lyra's pursed her lips, tentatively giving his tip a lick. She smacked her lips, tasting his precum. "Salty. A little warm. Not bad."

"L-Lyra..."

Without another word she opened her mouth slightly and leaned forward, taking half of his length into her mouth. Adrian let out a subdued sigh. He wasn't the type to let out manly guttural grunts and groans. Lyra slid her head lower, and bobbed her head. His penis slid between her slippery cheeks. She pulled up, coating his length with a trail of saliva.

"H-How did you get so g-good at t-this?" he groaned, his voice cracking suddenly.

Lyra swirled her tongue around his sensitive head, diving back down and swallowing some more, holding herself. Adrian could feel the warm tightness of her throat squeezing his cock. She pulled up, gasping a bit with a wet, sloppy pop.

"Research," Lyra panted, some juices drooling from the edge of her lips.

"R-Research?" he groaned, clutching at the sheets as she gave another lick.

"We have a fascination with mating, don't we?"

"P-Porn?" he sputtered.

"Well, if you wanna call it that."

She continued her stimulation, wrapping a hand around his length and bobbing her lips repeatedly over his tip.

He jerked his hips with a gasp. "Lyra I'm...really close."

She popped her mouth off and giggled. "Good."

She was relentless in her licks and kisses, and he found himself on the edge of release. Lyra suddenly swallowed his entire member, deepthroating him relentlessly, pulling up for a last gulp of air before shoving back down. Her thick, pursed lips tightened around the base of his cock.

"Ah!"

Her eyes locked with his, hypnotizing him as she eagerly awaited what was coming next. Adrian suddenly jerked his hips, feeling himself release. Her throat contracted as she swallowed his load, her eyes shutting as she struggled with wet slurps. She gasped, removing herself, a trail of saliva and cum dribbling from the edge of her lips as she coughed with a sly grin. A final, weak spurt of jizz hit her in the face. Lyra closed her eyes, milking his cock for all it was worth, jerking it and trying to paint her face with his load. She licked her lips, loving the warm cum dribbling down her messy face.

"How was that?"

Adrian lay passed out from his orgasm.

"Adrian?" Lyra said up, gently nudging him. "Adrian?"

He cracked an eye open and grinned. Lyra huffed and tickled him.

"Now it's your turn."

He gulped. He had absolutely no idea of what to do. But here she was, laying before him, ready for him to play with. He began to stall. He sat behind Lyra, who sat in his lap. His softening member was pressed against the cleft of her butt. His lips touched her spine, trailing up to her collarbone. Lyra shivered as he kissed the underside of her jaw, sucking at her soft flesh.

"Anngh...eep!"

His teeth nibbled gently. Lyra face was flushed. Her breathing was hard. Her hand idly played with her breast while Adrian played with another. She fell into his arms, looking up at him with pleading eyes as she spread her legs. He came around.

Her pussy was tight, if anything, and shaved as well. In the heat of the moment he was reminded of how books would describe them as "flowers" and until now, he hadn't the slightest clue as to what it meant. Now he understood. Her lips were blossoming, or rather, puffy and red, a bit of moisture on her inner lips, signalling her arousal. It was glistening.

She shifted her legs uncomfortably. "Stop staring," she said, flushing.

He used a thumb and gently spread her vaginal lips apart, teasing her engorged clit with his other thumb. Lyra let out a husky moan, bucking her hips.

"Stop teasing..."

"Stop this, stop that," he teased.

Lyra gave him a playful tap on the head.

Adrian leaned in, and suddenly gave a quick flick of the tongue. Lyra squirmed, letting out a high squeal. He took his hand, carefully sliding a finger inside. It was wet and warm. He felt her squeeze around his finger. His other hand moved upwards, taking her breast in hand, squeezing and teasing at her nipple. Lyra huffed, playing with her other breast, biting her lip as he began to work his fingers inside, his tongue licking at her clit. She tasted sweet.

Sex is an intimate act. There was more to it than simply the thrusting. There was foreplay, and communication.

"L-Like that," Lyra stammered, holding his head. "Up, up."

He sucked at her folds, delving in deeper. The more he thought about it, it was just like kissing. Lyra chewed at her thumb, her face flushed as she squirmed, her legs wrapping around his body. He licked and lapped at her pussy, inhaling her fleshy wet scent, trying to force his tongue deeper and deeper and suddenly finding it difficult. Her hole had gotten extremely tight. Lyra was convulsing, her dark puckered ring clenching several times. He realized she was having an orgasm.

Lyra let out a cry. Adrian was suddenly hit in the face with gushing fluids. He blinked, the realization slowly dawning upon him.

She was a squirter.

Of course, he couldn't let her away unscathed. He rose slowly, eyes screwed shut as if he'd been hosed down.

Lyra squealed and shoved him. "Shut up!"

"It is summer," he grinned.

Lyra was still panting. "That was...good."

Adrian grinned sheepishly. "Thanks."

"Ready to go again?"

He was stiff, and most definitely excited and aroused for what he hoped was coming next. Lyra spread her legs, pulling him closer and grasping his length in hand, slowly easing the tip inside of her entrance. His hips gently moved forward. He sucked in, the hot sensation of her flesh engulfing his cock a little too much. Lyra moaned as he filled her with one slow, gentle thrust. Adrian held himself inside of her. He felt her clench around his cock, her insides warm and moist. It was the most amazing thing in the world. Comparable to taking his length in a wet soapy hand in the shower and jerking furiously, except her pussy enveloped everything.

"Hah...How do you feel?"

"Full," she admitted. "I can feel it throbbing."

Without another word he slowly pulled himself out of her, leaving only his tip inside. He used a hand to lovingly brush a strand of her teal hair from her face. Her face was flushed. She gazed up at him expectantly. He slowly shoved himself back in, making her squeak.

From there it was a simple act. There were slow thrusts and fast thrusts and some in between. Sex was in all honesty, quite simple, if one were to remain describing the physical, biological aspect of it. But sex was meant to be emotional. They gazed into each others' eyes, punctuated each pause with loving kisses. Their hips were slick with juices.

"I...hah, can't believe," Adrian grunted, "we just had an awkward pause during..."

"—banging?"

Adrian suddenly burst into laughter mid-thrust, collapsing and falling onto her. Lyra laughed too, flushing, giving him a swat on the head.

Sex is an intimate act. Sex is a loving act. Sex is hilarious. Sex is gross.

"There's not much to do," Lyra panted. "At least, ungh! For you."

"Hah...yeah."

Adrian tried changing his speed. With all the self-control in the world he forced himself to slow down.

"W-Why did you stop?"

"New position?"

Lyra gave a frustrated huff. "Fine. I get to be on top. Your breath smells like ice cream."

Adrian lay on his back, his throbbing cock, glistening with juices exposed to the cool air. "What kind of ice cream?"

Lyra crouched down, reinserting him inside of her. She rocked her hips down. She kissed him, swirling her tongue around in his mouth.

"Coffee."

The change in position was...interesting. Adrian groped her breasts as he lay motionless, letting her do all the work. Lyra changed her pace, trying to push him deeper and deeper.

She came down on his hips with a squelch, clenching her walls tight around his cock and rolling her hips around.

"I'm...close," he groaned, trying to pull out, desperately wishing he could continue.

"Do it inside."

"What?"

"Just...do it," she moaned.

Adrian let out a sigh, unable to hold himself back as he finished inside of her with several sharp thrusts, ropes of cum filling her. She whimpered loudly, clenching tight around his length, her nails digging into his back.

They relaxed, their bodies going limp as they cradled each other, sweaty and slick with juices. He pulled out of her, a gooey mess of cum and juices flowing out of her pussy.

"That was...nice," Lyra panted.

Adrian laughed. "Only you could put it like that. It was amazing." He brushed her cheek. "You were amazing."

"So, should we sleep like this, or clean up?"

He thought about it. "I dunno. This is supposed to be sexy, but it's really slippery down there."

Lyra slapped him, giggling.

It was a steamy shower session. Without hesitation the two of them stood together in the shower stall, hot steam filling the room and fogging the glass as they kissed, their hands groping each other as they washed each other off. Skin rubbed against wet skin as their lips met again and again, their kisses a bit more sloppy than usual.

And It Felt So Good

"A woman let me put my penis inside of he-er!"

"Adrian, shut up!" Lyra giggled, giving him a whack.

Lyra's expensive loft had a wonderful standing shower that had enough space to accommodate the both of them. Steamy and wet, both of them stood naked in the shower together, scrubbing all around and in between their legs. What? There was no reason to hide anything anymore. After all...

"I just had se-ex! And I'll never go ba-ack!"

The green-haired girl smiled, coming up against Adrian and wrapping her arms around his belly. Adrian shivered, loving the sensation of her wet skin rubbing against his. And suddenly, she began to join in his god-awful singing.

"Have you ever had sex? I have, it felt great!"

They harmonized. Lyra sang,

"And I called my parents right after I was done!"

Adrian looked at her with a repulsed expression.

"What? That's how the song goes, right?"

"God, no!" He shook his head.

"What? Are you sure?"

""I mean, don't put pictures of my parents in my head while we're standing naked in the shower. You literally just killed my boner."

Lyra huffed and crossed her arms. Her hair looked amazing when it was wet. "I bet you would call your parents."

Adrian huffed, mocking her pose. He cracked an eye open and hugged her. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest.

"C'mon. Let's get washed up."

She tossed a loofah right at his chest. "Start scrubbing."

He grinned, coming up close, running the soapy sponge against her back while she washed her hair. It was just another excuse for him (and her) to have a little bit of fun. He scrubbed at her flesh, taking time to explore all the contours of her body. His fingers trailed around. He scrubbed her lyre tattoo, straying dangerously closer and closer to the cleft of her tight buttcheeks.

"Watch it mister," Lyra sang. "Here I thought you weren't horny anymore."

"I'm not," Adrian lied.

"I can feel something poking into my butt," Lyra said, unimpressed. "And I'm pretty sure it's not your phone."

Adrian had been getting closer and closer until they were practically touching, front to back. He blushed, pulling away a little. He was hard, his manhood pointing straight up, rock hard and throbbing.

"Sorry. Can't help it," he said sheepishly.

Lyra derived a little bit of pleasure knowing that he was turned on by her. It was satisfying to know that your significant other thought you were hot.

"I know," she teased. She frowned. "How long have we been in the shower?"

"Half an hour?"

Lyra sneezed. "You just want to see me naked, don't you?" Lyra accused, hands on hips.

"Maybe."

She soaped up her fingers and began working between her legs, cleaning inside her pussy and around it. "Eugh. You know, it's a lot less sexy when it's inside you."

"As opposed to on your face?" he quipped, blanching when he realized what he just said.

Lyra glared at him. "It's all gooey right now."

She grabbed the bar of soap and continued soaping herself down below. First she went around her rear, both of her hands straying between them, sliding down lower to her opening. A soapy finger rubbed at her anus, making sure it was extra clean.

All in all showering together was a simple act. You were showering with someone else there. It took a modicum of trust and comfort to be brave enough to so. And while most would logically assume sex would ensue, sometimes it was just two people who loved each other trying to get clean.

Lyra bent over, inserting a finger inside and swirling it around. There was nothing particularly sexual about it. Everybody had to clean downstairs.

Adrian couldn't help but watch. His mind wandered into taboo territory.

"What 'cha thinking about?" Lyra suddenly said, straightening back up.

"Nothing," he said quickly.

"Sure," she said. "You wanna try it?" Lyra offered with a lusty look.

Adrian blinked. "What?"

"You know."

"N-No, I don't know. What are you talking about?"

"Oh come on, Adrian! I saw you looking." Lyra bit her lip.

With half-lidded eyes she purred, sidling up very close to him, her butt pressed into his cock, his back against the glass wall. His shafts slid between her firm, wet cheeks, his throbbing head rubbing against her flesh. Adrian let out a soft grunt, smelling her wet, minty hair.

"I want to," Lyra cooed. "Do you?"

"Do...Do I?"

Lyra giggled. "I think you do."

The tip of his cock was already leaking pre. It was slick, especially so when doused in water, and perfect lubricant. For an agonizing minute Lyra reached around and teased his cock against her tight, puckered rim, transitioning to her puffy pussy lips, leaking pussy juice. She refused to let him enter. His hips gently rocked, never forcing himself inside. The more she teased the more he lubricated.

"L-Lyra..."

"Since you've been so good," she said.

Lyra spread her cheeks, bending over and loosening her anus. Adrian's head popped right inside, eliciting a soft cry from Lyra. Suddenly, his average-sized penis seemed so large.

"Ooh..."

Her hole was incredibly tight and hot. Adrian tried pushing deeper, but her muscles contracted around the organ. That initial prick of stretching had turned to a pleasant, filled sensation. Her insides loosened even more as she got down on her knees. Adrian's hands fell naturally to her rear, while Lyra's fingers were working at her pussy down below. Eventually he was able to hilt all five-and-a-half inches inside of her. His hands groped her rear, squeezing and kneading her firm ass.

He slowly pulled outside of her before shoving himself back in, finding less resistance.

"God, you are tight!" he couldn't help saying.

Lyra rolled her eyes. "No, hngh, really?"

Her fingers delved deeper inside her folds, two fingers thrusting harder and faster to match Adrian's pace. Her other hand squeezed and groped her own breast, pinching her hard, perky nipples. Her clit was hard as ever, her thumb rubbing it furiously.

"Mm! Ngh! D-Don't...Don't stop!"

Adrian didn't have to be told twice. Pleasure mounted in his crotch, growing more and more unbearable until that final moment came. Lyra came first, however. She rode her orgasm, her muscles clenching in her rear, strangling his cock. Adrian released himself with a huff, fully hilted and shooting as much of his load in her butt as possible.

Lyra's knees felt impossibly weak. She pulled her fingers to her face, finding a stringy mess of her girl juices soaking her hand. She sucked at them with a moan.

Adrian slowly pulled himself out of her gaping asshole. He popped free, his softening member dangling between his legs. A stream of cum oozed out. They collapsed onto the shower floor with a smile, water raining down upon them.

"We just got dirty all over again," Lyra half-whined, half-panted.

"You're telling me?"

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Lyra let out a whine as she lay on her bed. Adrian rolled his eyes, helping her soothe the ache in her rear after their shower session.

"It was your idea, for the record," he said, sandwiching the ice pack between her butttocks.

"Well," she huffed, "you were rough!"

Adrian gently caressed her back in a loving fashion, admiring the dimples of her muscles. Fresh from the shower, her skin was warm and her hair damp. He gave her juicy butt a few squeezes. He yawned, leaning back and using her butt as a pillow. Her ass was the firmest, juiciest, most squeezable ass he'd ever had the luck of getting his hands on.

"Oh?" She rolled over, poking him in the belly. "You poor thing, having sex must be so much work."

He nodded. She giggled, snuggling up closer for warmth.

"Hey, I gotta go home tomorrow. Errands."

"Mmokay."

Adrian slipped underneath the sheets, joining Lyra. She lay buried underneath the blankets, the rise and fall of her chest visible.

"Hey there," Lyra cooed softly, her eyes lidded.

It was then that he noticed that she had spontaneously grown a pair of green ears. Pony ears?

"Lyra?"

Before he could ask she leaned in for a kiss, which he gratefully returned, albeit slightly confused. His hands roamed up to her head, his fingers rubbing her ears. It was made of a soft, velvety material. Just a costume piece.

"I went shopping today. How was your day?"

Adrian smiled. "Good. Had fun with the guys."

"Are you tired?" she asked.

"Nah. Why?"

"Good. Because I wanna play."

"Mario Kart?"

Lyra giggled, rolling her eyes and shoving him playfully. He grinned, sweeping her into his arms, both of them still covered by sheets. As he kissed her, his hands touching bare flesh on her back, he realized that she was already naked. She was waiting for him, wanted him. It was impossibly hot. Lyra's legs began to rub against his. He loved tangling his legs with hers. That is, until he felt an odd sensation against his skin. A rubbery sensation.

He broke off a kiss. "Are you wearing something?" he asked.

"Thigh highs."

He sputtered. "What?"

Lyra said casually, "Latex thigh highs. I got some groceries too..."

"L-Lyra!"

"What?"

"Latex thigh highs?" he repeated.

"You wanna see?" Lyra flung off the covers.

The very nature of them drew attention to her biggest asset.

"Oh my Go—aaaah." He shoved his fist into his mouth, biting down his knuckles and looking away for fear of passing out.

"I'm a bad girl."

He faintly nodded. "S-So are you a pony or a stripper?"

She tore off her pony ears, tossing them aside.

"Meow," Lyra purred.

"I thought you were a pony."

"If that's your thing," she teased.

"Who's a silly pony?"

Lyra gave him a hard kiss. "I'm a silly pony," she giggled.

She turned around, getting on all fours on the bed, wiggling her butt in his face. Adrian's jaw dropped as hairs smacked him in the face. He spat.

Swish swish.

She had gone all out.

"You like?"

Swish swish.

"I'm a pony, see?"

It seemed that Lyra had grown a tail at first glance. That was until she turned around and he saw her bare ass, and took a guess. A horse tail butt plug. Adrian arched his eyebrows, blinking a few times in disbelief. Lyra was kinky.

"You sure went on a s-shopping spree," he stammered.

"I'm doing stretches," she said lustily. "You were so big last time, and I wanted to do it again. Hope you don't mi-ind..."

Mind? Not in the slightest! He was redder than a tomato as he swallowed. It was different. The butt plug thing wasn't so far out of left field, but anything further than that wasn't his cup of tea, and he wasn't sure if he was the experimental type. Adrian went along with it, holding her close and tracing his fingers against her flesh. She shivered, planting soft kisses on his neck as she pressed her body close to his, her hands slowly peeling off his shirt. His hands slid down lower against her back, feeling the ridges of her spine before anticipating the swell of her curvaceous figure. With both hands, he groped at her ass cheeks, squeezing a few times. He grasped the base of her "tail" and gave a gentle yank.

"Eep!"

"H-How big is it?"

"About two and a half inches wide," Lyra said proudly. "It's weird having it in you for so long."

Lyra ripped off his shirt. She undid his belt, and he helped her help him strip out of his jeans. For a while she struggled with peeling off the denim.

"Why do you have to wear skinny, grr, jeans?" she huffed, finally getting them off.

"So you can see what a great ass I have," Adrian flirted.

Lyra bit her lip in that sort of sexy way from the side that drove guys wild, giving Adrian's butt a hard squeeze.

"Oh yes."

She kissed his abs. His hard cock sprung up, bouncing off her face.

"Oh!" she giggled. "Hello there."

She gave his penis a smooch. He winced with a grin. Her fingers teased and played with his balls while she kissed and licked his tip. She stuck the tip of her tongue out, flicking up against the underside of his head. She was torturing him. He lay helpless, her pursed lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, focusing only on his head. She did nothing but bob her head over and over, flicking her tongue over his tip.

And then she dove down, her throat clenched around his dick, and her tongue licked the underside of his cock, teasing at his balls. The cool, wet sensation of her muscle pressing against his balls nearly made him cum right then and there. She held herself there, slurping and sucking, the sound so dirty and delicious. She took his hands and placed them on her head. He lovingly combed his fingers through her teal strands, but she held his hands to her head firmer. She pulled up with a gasp and a pop.

Lyra licked her lips of his pre, a trickle of cum dribbling down her chin.

"Use my mouth."

Adrian gaped, her head in his hands.

"Control me."

He was letting him use her?

Adrian gulped, gently holding her head. She moved, opening her mouth wide. He lowered her mouth down onto his cock. He was gentle at first, sliding her head up and down his cock as gently as possible. Then, he became rougher. His thrusts became more firm. Lyra closed her eyes, wiggling her tongue as much as possible as he fucked her throat. Lyra watched his balls suddenly clench. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Ah!"

For the first spurt, he let her swallow. He watched as her throat rolled, taking his seed. Then he pulled out, letting his cum splatter on her face and tits. She was moaning, her eyes closed as he came all over her hot body, her hands spreading his sticky cum all over her body, playing with it.

"D-Do you want a towel?"

Lyra slurped up some of his cum. "Is there any in my hair?"

He shook his head, unable to believe how depraved and erotic she looked. She grabbed a towel that had been left by their bedside, wiping his seed off her body. Adrian growled playfully, encircling her in his arms suddenly.

"Meep!" Lyra struggled. "Adrian!"

He hugged her tight, letting her squirm. He immediately went for her perky breasts. She breathed hard, each successive breath becoming shallower as his fingers teased at her flat nipples. With her increasing arousal they suddenly became perky and poked out as he pinched and tugged at them. She was like putty in his hands.

"You're so hot," Adrian whispered in her ear.

Lyra nodded, her face flushed as he sucked and nippled at her earlobe. The sheer sensation of him sucking there made her knees weak. She let out a whine. His hands roamed lower, dipping into her vulva. His fingers came back up drenched, her pussy juice stretched between his digits. He put his fingers close to her face, and she began sucking them.

He hugged her tight, making sure she couldn't move, and began to finger her.

"Nngh..."

Her moans were high and whiny. She tried her hardest not to moan.

"A-Adrian, s-stop, stop," she whimpered.

She grabbed his hands and shoved them away, pushing her body up and positioning her pussy over his cock.

She really wanted him now.

His tip parted her wet, juicy folds. Lyra lowered herself deeper onto his cock. Adrian clenched the sheets below him as she bottomed out. She leaned forward, feeling him grab her ass cheeks, and kissed him, swirling her tongue around inside of his mouth as she began to rock her hips. With each thrust there was a wet slap and a sharp squeak from Lyra as she held him close, wrapping both of her arms around his neck, pushing his face into her breasts as they made love.

Lyra convulsed violently. Adrian held onto her arms, holding her down as she squirmed, making little gasps and moans as she came.

"Nnngh! Mmf!"

She got off of him. A gooey, slick mess dribbled from her slit. She sighed, taking slow breaths. In a sexy display she lay on her back, using both hands to spread the folds of her pussy for him to see.

"We're not done yet," she giggled.

"H-hey, that's not fair," Adrian shuddered.

"I can wait," she cooed, tracing small, teasing, torturous patterns in the wet flesh of his flaccid cock.

Slowly but surely he hardened again. A bead of cum emerged from his tip. Lyra lapped it up, giving the tip a little kiss.

"This is torture."

She took a gloved hand and jerked it even more.

Lyra grabbed her tail, slowly yanking out with a grunt. It popped out easily, and Adrian's eyes bulged at the sight of how large it was. That thing had been inside her, stretching her out and making her wide for her to take him in?

"I want you in my ass."

Lyra got down, using her hands to spread the ample cheeks of her heart-shaped rear, her head buried in the sheets, revealing her drenched pussy, some of his cum still leaking out of her, and her puckered anus. It winked in anticipation, slowly opening and gaping for him to see inside, demonstrating her muscle control.

He positioned himself right at her rear. It clenched, opening up for him. His head popped in with such ease that it surprised him. Her stretches had done wonders for her tightness. With both hands he firmly gripped her butt, slowly rocking back and forth into her, feeling her loosen even more. In turn, she alternated his motions, rocking into his hips.

The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by soft cries and grunts and moans. Sex was hard work.

Deep within the throes of her orgrasm, her anal muscles clenched around his cock like a vice, milking him of his cum. Lyra's belly felt warm as she felt him shoot inside her. She placed a hand on her stomach, closing her eyes and opening her mouth in a sigh.

When the twitching stopped, they simply lay there, Adrian stuck inside her, his member softening.

"If I pull out the sheets are gonna get dirty," he whispered.

"Your turn!" She moved to jump off his cock.

He clamped down on her. "Nope! Nuh uh."

She wiggled, trying to escape his clutches. "S-stop!"

Adrian kissed her hard.