With nothing covering her skin, the chill of the air prickled goosebumps along her arms. She wrapped them around herself, frowning faintly.

‘How long has he been gone? Where did he go?’
‘Could it be… did Kaelid’s men find him?’

The creeping dread had only begun to stir when the door opened quietly. The room was too dark to see clearly, but the silhouette was one she knew well.

“Pipi.”

“You’re awake?”

His voice was a soft whisper, tinged with surprise, as he stepped toward the bed.

“Where were you?”

“I just looked around the area.”

She felt the chill of his body as he slipped off his clothes and climbed into bed, drawing her into his arms.

“Did something happen?”

“No. Nothing happened.”

When she looked at him quietly, Zephion gave a sheepish smile.

“I just wanted to make sure no one was following us.”

His cool lips brushed her forehead.

“It doesn’t look like they’ve found where we are yet.”

She nodded, nestling closer into the embrace that still carried the night’s chill. His arm tightened firmly around her back. She closed her eyes, but sleep would not come easily. Perhaps it was the coldness of his body, or perhaps something else.

She rubbed her forehead lightly against his steady chest.

“If only they never found us… but someday, even this place will be exposed.”

“Mm.”

She wanted to say It will be all right or Don’t worry so much but she couldn’t bring herself to utter such lies. They both knew this peace would be broken, sooner or later.

“Sometimes… I wish time would just stop.”

At his words, she let out a small laugh. He used to say that often when he was younger—perhaps, just as he had cherished those moments back then, Zephion cherished this one now.

Their legs tangled together. Even under the thin blanket, the warmth of holding each other close was enough.

Reina drew in a deep breath. He smelled of sun-warmed skin—his scent.

“Reina, are you asleep?”

“Mmh.”

At her reply, he chuckled softly. His nose brushed against her hair, while his hand, stroking slowly down her back, grew faintly sticky.

A shiver ran through her spine at his touch. Pretending not to notice, she burrowed deeper into the heat of his arms.

Before long, his hard p*nis pressing against her belly nudged insistently, making her flinch.

“…It’s uncomfortable.”

“What is?”

Feigning innocence, his voice carried a teasing edge. She slid her hand down, stroking the firm heat straining against her.

“This. It keeps poking me.”

“Then… take care of it for me.”

Her eyes opened, meeting his gaze. That mischievous smile was written all over his face.

“Are you sleepy?”

His palm cupped her cheek gently. She gave a small nod.

“Then you don’t have to do anything. Just lie still.”

“I might fall asleep.”

“Can I still do it?”

“…Mm.”

With a quiet answer, Reina guided her palm over his slick tip, already wet with pre-seed. Zephion let out a low groan. In the next moment, he eased her onto her back and slipped beneath the blanket.

His fingers skimmed over her stomach, tickling near her navel, and she gave a small laugh.

“What are you doing?”

Lifting the edge of the blanket slightly, she met his golden eyes staring up at her. He grinned faintly before lowering himself further.

“You said you were sleepy, didn’t you?”

His whisper carried heat, just before he lifted her leg and rested it over his shoulder. Her thighs parted wide, leaving her most intimate place fully exposed before his eyes.

“Am I supposed to sleep like this?”

“Yes.”

“That doesn’t make any sense—ah…”

As she brushed a hand lightly over his dark hair, his tongue slid boldly up the parted folds. She could still feel how damp she was inside, their lovemaking earlier leaving her slick and open.

‘There might still be… his seed left inside.’

Even though she had used her fingers to draw out what remained, she was certain a little had been left deep within. But Zephion didn’t seem to care in the slightest, his tongue working insistently over her entrance.

Her fingers clenched in his hair.

“Haa—ahh.”

That wet, supple tongue pressed against her, gliding over her soaked opening before slipping inside. Her leg, draped over his shoulder, jerked and trembled as heat began to spread low in her belly. When she tightened around him, a low laugh rumbled against her skin.

“You’re so wet inside.”

“Don’t… say things like that…”

Reina whispered faintly, turning her face away. His tongue licked deep before slowly sliding free, only to rise higher. Sticky with her arousal, it teased apart the folds above.

“Mmh…”

Even though she hadn’t fully heated yet, he seemed to know exactly where to go. Without hesitation, Zephion found her small, swollen bud.

The tip of his tongue pressed firmly against it. Her insides fluttered sharply as heat bloomed fast.

His fingers parted her entrance, slowly pushing in. He stroked her slippery walls as his mouth latched onto her sensitized nub, sucking hard.

“Ahhh—!”

Her hips lifted against him, trembling. Her slender fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer between her thighs. Each slow stroke of his tongue over her reddened cl*toris sent tension spiraling down to her toes.

“Ah—ahhh…!”

Zephion gave the hardened nub a soft bite. Heat flooded her p*ssy as more slick arousal spilled from within.

Her walls clenched desperately around his probing fingers, and he slid another inside, stretching her snug depths even further.

The leg draped over his broad shoulder shook uncontrollably. Her mind spun, any trace of drowsiness long gone. Unthinking, Reina pressed herself closer against his lips, as if begging for more.

“Haa… ahh…”

Hot breaths slipped from her lips. Even the way his fingers stirred deep inside her belly made her dizzy. She realized, almost unconsciously, that she wanted him to thr*st deeper, and her whole body burned.

Panting, she glanced down—only to meet his golden eyes, gleaming with raw desire. She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and pulled him toward her. Zephion’s voice came low and husky, thick with arousal.

“I want to lick you more.”

“…Then let me lick you too.”

His eyes widened at her words. Without hesitation, Reina pushed him back onto the bed. She positioned herself with her head near his hips, her body turned so that her hips faced his mouth.

She had had s*x countless times before, but never like this. Kaelid had never cared to put his mouth to her, and Yuta had never asked her to pleasure him this way. She knew what to do, but having never done it before left her faintly self-conscious.

Large hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer.

“Uhh—Zephion.”

“I can’t reach with my tongue. Come a little closer.”

“But if I do, I won’t be able to—ahh!”

She had meant to say I won’t be able to take you in properly, but his tongue swept up her folds in a long stroke, stealing her breath. She gasped, pressing her cheek against the hard ridges of his abdomen.

Right before her eyes was his p*nis—darkly flushed, standing hard and full. Just the memory of how many times it had speared deep into her belly made her fingertips tingle with heady pleasure.

“Ahh… mmh…”

While feeling his tongue lapping inside her, she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft. It was so broad she couldn’t even encircle it fully with one hand. She stroked slowly up and down, watching as a bead of clear fl*id welled at the tip.

As though realizing his tongue alone wasn’t enough, Zephion thr*st his fingers deep into her drenched heat, pumping hard.

Her thighs quivered violently. She tried to keep her hips lifted, but the flood of pleasure threatened to undo her strength.

Forcing herself past the waves rising from below, Reina leaned forward and ran her tongue slowly over the swollen crown. The taste of his sticky arousal spread across her tongue.

“Ahh… that feels so good…”

His voice broke into a groan, his p*nis twitching with each word. Reina parted her lips wide and took the thick, flushed p*nis into her mouth.
It was so large her jaw ached, yet she sealed her lips tight around the pulsing shaft, her tongue pressing against the small slit still weeping with desire.

“Ahh—nghh.”