ebookslot Chapter 636: Lila’s Wet Mark
Chapter 636: Lila’s Wet Mark
I grinned up at her, my lips glistening with her arousal, my voice low, mocking. "What’s the matter, Lila?" I said, my eyes dark with lust, my cock still hard and aching."Didn’t like it?" My tongue darted out, licking my lips, tasting her. "Or did you like it too much?" My smile was wicked, my voice a whisper. "Because your pussy sure seemed to..."
Lila’s face burned with humiliation and rage, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but her body betrayed her—her nipples were hard as fucking diamonds, pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled desire, her breath ragged and uneven.
She glanced at Beth, whose expression was a mess of shock and fascination, her eyes wide as she flickered her gaze between us, unsure whether to laugh, scream, or join in.
"You... bastard..." Lila hissed, her voice trembling with outrage, her fingers clenching into fists so tight her nails dug into her palms.
But her eyes—oh, her eyes—were dark with lust, her body still trembling from the sensation of my tongue against her pussy through her pants. She knew she couldn’t beat me—not in a fight, not in this. But she wasn’t ready to admit defeat. Not yet.
Her gaze locked onto Beth, her voice sharp, commanding. "Beth... beat this bastard..." she snapped, her tone leaving no room for argument. Beth hesitated for only a second before stepping forward, her movements determined, her eyes flickering with a mix of duty and curiosity.
Beth grabbed my arm, pulling me back with a surprising strength, her body pressing against mine as she tried to restrain me.
I let her, my posture relaxed, my smile wicked. Then, in one fluid motion, I twisted and flipped her over my shoulder, pressing her down onto the mat with me on top. Her tits pressed hard against my back, the heat of her body seeping through the fabric of her shirt, her nipples hard and aching against my skin.
Beth gasped, her body arching beneath me, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as she tried to regain her balance.
"Aaaaah..." she moaned, her voice breathy, surprised, her fingers clutching at my arms. The sound was unintentional, raw, and it echoed through the training room, filling the air with tension and unspoken desire.
Lila’s eyes widened, her rage boiling over as she watched Beth struggle beneath me, her tits pressed against my back, her body trembling with exertion—and something else. Arousal.
Lila stepped back, her hand flying to her crotch, her fingers brushing against the wet mark my tongue had left on her pants. The fabric was damp, the outline of her pussy visible, glistening slightly with my saliva. The sight of it—her arousal, my mark—sent a jolt of lust through me, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants.
"You... pervert..." Lila snarled, her voice trembling with fury, her cheeks flushed crimson. She knew she’d been outmaneuvered—again. And it pissed her off even more.
Lila’s leg shot up like a viper, her toe aimed directly at my groin, her eyes burning with vengeance.
But Beth, still beneath me, her thighs locked around my waist, squeezed tighter, tangling me in her grip. In that split second, I moved—fast as lightning—rolling with Beth to the side, shielding her with my body.
If that kick had landed, it would’ve hurt Beth just as much as me, and I wasn’t about to let that happen.
The moment we stopped rolling, I looked down at Beth, my voice soft, concerned. "Are you okay?" I asked, my hands brushing her hair from her face, my fingers checking for any sign of pain.
Beth nodded, her cheeks flushed, her breath still ragged from the exertion—and the arousal of being pressed against me.
Before I could react further, Lila pounced. She lunged at me like a wildcat, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, her body crashing against mine.
I caught her instantly, my arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against me. She struggled, her body twisting, her teeth bared like an animal. Then, with a snarl, she sank her teeth into my neck—hard.
I stopped using the Eternal Vitality ability to consume my lifespan, which makes my body stronger in exchange for preventing her from hurting herself. If I hadn’t held back, my body’s natural strength would’ve shattered her teeth.
Lila didn’t care—at first. She bit down harder, her rage blinding her. But then, she tasted it—the metallic tang of blood on her tongue. Her body froze, her teeth releasing my neck as if burned. She pulled back abruptly, her eyes wide with shock, her lips parted, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. The sight of it—my blood on her lips—shook her.
"No..." she whispered, her voice trembling, her hands flying to my neck, her fingers brushing against the wound.
"Why didn’t you say something?" she demanded, her voice panicked, her eyes flickering between my neck and her own bloodstained lips.
I let go of her, stepping back slightly, my hand pressing against the wound to staunch the bleeding. Lila’s rage had evaporated, replaced by something else—guilt, concern, fear. She wasn’t used to seeing blood, tasting it. Not like this.
"Beth..." she barked, her voice sharp but shaky, her hands still trembling. "Bring that first aid box... now..." Her tone was commanding, but her eyes never left mine, her expression haunted.
I watched her, my voice calm, gentle. "Have you calmed down now?" I asked, my tone low, knowing. The tension between us had shifted—no longer rage, but something deeper, more complicated.
Lila swallowed hard, her fingers still pressed against my neck, her touch light, almost apologetic. "I... I am sorry..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t mean it..." Her eyes flickered away, her cheeks flushed with shame.
"But it’s you..." she muttered, her voice rising slightly, her fingers clenching into fists. "If you hadn’t gone too far... I—I..." Her words trailed off, her expression conflicted—anger, guilt, desire all warring within her.
Beth returned a moment later, the first aid box in her hands, her eyes wide as she took in the scene—Lila’s bloodstained lips, my neck still dripping, the tension in the air palpable. She handed the box to Lila, her voice soft. "Here..." she said, her gaze flickering between us, unsure of what to do or say.