Kyle moved closer.
Their second kiss was deeper than the first. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until she was almost straddling his lap.
Alara's breath hitched, her fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic as if she needed something to hold onto.
Kyle's lips traveled from her mouth to her jaw, nipping softly at the skin there. Alara tilted her head back slightly, exposing more of her throat. Her hands slid up to tangle in his hair, fingers gripping tight.
"K-Kyle," she breathed, voice shaky.
He pulled back just enough to look at her—her flushed cheeks, her half-lidded eyes, the way her chest rose and fell faster than usual.
"Shhh... No need to say more," he said as his hands were already sliding up her sides, fingertips brushing the edge of her shirt.
Alara nodded, unable to speak properly. Her injured leg was forgotten now, as was the fact that they were in her house in the middle of the night.
There was only this—the warmth of his hands on her skin, the way his eyes looked at her.
Kyle leaned in, deepening their kiss. Their tongues met slowly, tasting each other with a hunger that had been building all night.
Her back arched slightly as his hand found her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, feeling their size.
He could feel how soft it was beneath his palm, the warmth of her skin even through the shirt—they weren't as big as Mira's but it was softer.
His fingers curved around it gently, squeezing just enough to make her gasp into the kiss.
"Mmm..." she hummed against his lips.
His other hand slid down to her hip, fingers curling around the curve there. He could feel how her body reacted to his touch—the slight tremble, the way she pressed closer.
Alara broke the kiss with a shaky breath, forehead pressed against his.
"Kyle," she whispered, eyes half-lidded and dark and teary. "I... I want to..."
Her hands were still in his hair, tugging slightly as if she couldn't decide whether to hold on or let go.
"I know." He stood up slowly, still holding her around the waist.
Then he lifted her off the ground and carried her like a princess, which made her a little surprised and let out a gasp.
He leaned his head toward her ear and then muttered. "Your bed?"
She hesitated slightly, then pointed with her trembling finger toward a doorway in the back of the room.
He carried her through it. She was still trembling slightly—he didn't know whether it was from fear or anticipation. But the redness of her cheeks and the look in her eyes told him everything.
He laid her down on the bed gently, then climbed over her carefully.
His hands were everywhere now—sliding under her shirt, tracing the curve of her ribs, her stomach. Alara arched into his touch, hands gripping his shoulders.
Kyle kissed her again, deeper this time. His lips traveled down her neck to her collarbone, leaving a trail of small bites along the way.
Alara's breath came in short gasps. "Ahn~... K-Kyle..."
Kyle lifted his head and took a long look at her, enjoying her appearance. He grabbed his shirt and began to take it off in front of her.
Gradually, his chest and abdominal muscles appeared before her eyes, causing her to gasp immediately and her eyes to widen.
Kyle smiled at her reaction, then leaned closer to her and whispered, teasing. "Haven't seen a man's body before~?"
Alara blushed immediately, opening her mouth to respond, but Kyle didn't give her the chance.
`Let's see what the leader is like... when the clothes are off~`
His fingers flew over her shirt and quickly pulled it off, making her gasp. A pair of soft mounds burst into view before Kyle's eyes.
They were medium-sized but round and soft. But most importantly, she wasn't wearing a bra!
It wasn't obvious when she was wearing her shirt, as her breasts were perfectly proportioned. But now the small pink peaks dominated the shape of her soft breasts.
Kyle stared silently for a few moments, admiring the view.
When Alara realized that her breasts were now completely exposed and the air was blowing against them, she let out a soft gasp and tried to cover them.
But Kyle grabbed both her hands and pulled them away, causing her breasts to jiggle seductively. He leaned toward them and didn't even touch them, but pounced on the hard peaks with his mouth.
He closed his lips on one of the peaks, sucking and licking it as much as he could, as if it were the most delicious thing ever.
"Ahnn~ ♥!" Alara let out a lewd moan as soon as she felt his warm mouth close over her nipple.
His tongue worked over the sensitive bud, licking and teasing until it hardened further under his ministrations. Alara's breathing grew ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Kyle switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention—nipping at the peak before pulling back to admire how her body responded to him. Her nipples were flushed pink, straining against his touch.
He looked up at her face as she lay there, flushed and panting, eyes half-closed. The cold air of the room made her nipples harden even more.
"Kyle... ohhn~" she moaned, unable to speak properly.
He smirked. "I didn't know that the dignified leader was walking around without a bra~"
He teased her, before continuing his assault on her breasts, alternating between them until Alara was writhing beneath him, desperate for more.
His hands slid down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips.
Alara's fingers tangled in his hair again, pulling him closer. "Please..." she whispered. "I need... I want..."
Kyle kissed his way back up her neck, his hands moving to her tight pants. She lifted her hips slightly, giving him silent permission.
"Let's see if you're wearing anything underneath." He hooked his fingers into it and pulled it down slowly, exposing her completely.
`Finally.`
Alara's body was lean and toned from years of training—muscle definition under smooth skin. Her thighs pressed together slightly as he looked at her, a mixture of nervousness and arousal clear in her expression.
She was wearing simple underwear—practical, like everything about her—but they did nothing to hide how her body was reacting to his touch—it was soaked in her already wet pussy juices.
"Alara," Kyle murmured against her ear as his hands slid down.
Hearing her own name suddenly caused her to moan softly, her pussy secreting more juices.
The sudden change in the way he addressed her, switching between "Leader" and "Alara", made her feel a sudden thrill.
Kyle's hand reached between her thighs, pressing against the damp fabric of her underwear. Alara closed her thick thighs around his hand, squeezing it between them.
Kyle didn't care, as one of his hands teased her sensitive nipples, and the other was squeezed between her thighs, his fingers feeling her pussy through her underwear.
He brought his breath close to her red ear and whispered.
"I officially joined the party this morning... and tonight the leader took me to her house to fuck her... Is that a privilege of joining, or are you just horny?"
Alara gasped at Kyle's teasing, his whispering to her in this way aroused her even more.
She had always been a responsible and serious leader, but now she was moaning lewdly on her bed at the hands of a new member of her party.
Kyle didn't stop and continued whispering seductively, like the whisper of a devil. "Admit it... If you admit it, you'll feel good... Believe me~"
At the same time, his eyes flared crimson.