Beauty in the beast world
Chapter 332: Getting frisky

Chapter 332: Getting frisky

Lyra felt heady with pleasure that she was feeling. Kyrell had walked with her, still flushed against him, back into the bathhouse. He ripped off her dress and threw it aside, leaving her fully naked. As she had just woken up, she was not wearing any inner garments before visiting Kyrell’s chamber. Maybe this was what she had in her inner thoughts. To flaunt herself naked and gobble his handsome self up. Ugh.....she felt like such a slut. It was not shameful in the least. She was ready to acknowledge that she was indeed a slut when it came to her hot mates.

She managed to barely open her eyes and look at Kyrell as he was lapping on her breasts.

"Mm...." A restrained moan left her lips when she felt him slightly bite her nipples. He carefully licked her aerola before taking the little pebble between his teeth and nibbling on it, "Kyrell..." Lyra drawled out feeling overwhelmed by his attention on her body. While his mouth was doing its work, one of his hands reached down to squeeze her bare bottoms.

Lyra jolted up, giving him easy access to her pussy. And that is just what he did. He ran his fingers along her wet cunt as though he was placating a naughty cat. She took in long breaths preparing for the moment his two fingers slipped inside her while his thumb found her clit and pressed against it.

"Uhhh....Kyrell!" Lyra screamed and squirmed the more he stimulated her.

Kyrell looked at his beloved’s face as he maneuvered his fingers inside her soft inside. It was so warm and welcoming that he soon abandoned his fingers before lining his manhood instead on it.

"Lyra?" His voice was deep and throaty, "Mate, look at me.....please." Lyra bit her lower lip as she glanced at him. She was taken aback by his intense red eyes looking at her with so much fervor and devotion. He gave a gentle kiss on her forehead before parting his lips, "I want you to look at me when I finally become yours and you become mine"

Lyra nodded her pupils dilated. Kyrell smiled before slowly pushing himself inside his mate. She was finally his in every way possible. With a gentle thrust in the beginning, he built up his pace and started going in and out of her.

He had to control himself from climaxing while her tight inside massaged his cock bringing him to the height of pleasure only he could have. He could understand other males now, no wonder they did everything for their mates. This kind of pleasure and connection with the one they loved transcended beyond everything in this world. The more he was one with Lyra, the more he felt rooted and satiated. It was like he finally found an oasis in the never-ending desert. The life of Beastmen became complete only when they finally had mates of their own.

Kyrell moved in a rhythm as he bounced Lyra against him, grinding her inner walls to fully accommodate his length.

"Kyrell?" Lyra called him amidst her moans and locked her lips against his as she continued to move. It was more him doing all the work, but she made sure to stay proactive by running her fingers along the back of his neck. Then she moved to kiss him on the face before reaching his ears, "Faster, gorgeous. I want it harder....."

Hearing her whisper those words made Kyrell lose all his rationale. He leaned her against the wall and took her harder and faster, making her moans turn into screams.

"Uhh.....yes....more, baby. Give me more!" She yelled in pleasure while she put one of her hands behind the cold stone wall to support herself. Kyrell, the ever-silent lover, was concentrating on his actions rather than words. He was not someone who whispered sweet nothings but instead showed how he heard about her requests to the tee.

He gave her pleasure like no other with his robust stamina and physic. It was like he had been waiting for this exact moment for all his life. The only words he uttered during this lovemaking was, "I love you, Lyra"

Lyra’s eyes shook with tears filling them. She leaned forward and hugged him tightly with her arms around his neck, "I love you too, my Kyrell"

With that, Kyrell moved away from the wall. He took them both inside the bathpool before settling inside it. The water reached them up to their waist as Kyrell sat down on a stone.

Lyra was still facing him and looked at him with a smile. She closed her eyes as the latter pushed her soaking wet hair away from her face and kissed her eyelids before he started to move his waist with his manhood embedded still deep inside her.

He gazed at his mate as a pretty frown formed between her beautiful brows. He pressed her juicy red lips with his thumb, it looked so plump by all that kiss that it seemed like it would spurt out sweet nectar that he could lap on. He couldn’t help himself but lean forward and taste it with a flick of his tongue.

Lyra shuddered and opened her mouth to allow him easy access. He took that chance to plunge his tongue inside her mouth and kiss her. She tasted so sweet that he felt like he was dreaming. But unlike his many previous dreams, this was real. He had become one with her in every sense.

As he increased his thrusts, he was approaching his climax and so was Lyra. Her toes curled and her back arched while Kyrell gave out a loud groan before coming inside her. Ropes and ropes of his seeds hit against her warm walls.

Following it, a glowing golden eagle started to form right on her chest near her heart. Lyra slumped against Kyrell’s arms being spent while he hugged her tightly. When he did move her to wash her, his gaze landed on his mating mark.

His heart sped up with exhilaration as he took in the sight of the impossible. His mark....was the one nearest to his mate’s heart. What did this mean?