Chapter 377: Floor to Ceiling Window

Her clothes are already gone. I don’t even remember doing it. My tendrils move faster than my brain most days, just peeling things away like wrapping paper and tossing them somewhere I’ll deal with later. She’s bare against me now, pressed into my wet red body, and my slime is already working her over before she even answers.

I squeeze one of her nipples between two slick tendrils, rolling it slow, feeling her whole body jolt. Another tendril slides lower, tracing lazy circles right over her clit, barely touching, just enough to make her hips twitch forward chasing more.

"I’ve been bad," she moans, head falling back against my coils, silver hair spilling everywhere. "So bad, I missed you so much."

"Yeah?" I keep working her with the slime, slow and steady, not rushing a damn thing. "Tell me."

"I’ve been touching myself," she gasps, back arching so her chest pushes harder into my grip. "Thinking about you, ah, every night, fingering myself and thinking about your cocks."

"Oh, you naughty girl." I can’t help the grin spreading across my face, fangs and all. Hearing that does something to me, lights a fire low in my gut that has nothing to do with hunger for food.

I slide her legs apart with my tail, guiding her body forward until her front presses flat against the cold glass. Her tits squish against the window, nipples hard little points against the surface, and her whole body goes stiff.

"Matt, no," she whimpers, glancing sideways down at the city below. Lights and movement everywhere, people down there living their normal little lives with zero idea what’s happening eighty floors up. "People can see us."

"Then why," I murmur, sliding a tendril back down between her folds, feeling just how slick she already is, "are you getting wetter?"

She doesn’t answer with words. She answers with a long broken moan, hips pushing back against me, silently begging without saying it out loud. That’s answer enough for me.

"You like being watched," I say, not even asking anymore, just stating a fact I already know. "Don’t you."

"Yes," she admits, voice shaking, face pressed to the glass. "I like it, I like it, please."

Good enough for me.

My two cocks slide free from where they’re hidden inside my body, already thick and heavy, red slime dripping from them in thick strands.

At the same time my slime wraps tighter around her, coiling around her tits, massaging them slow while another strand keeps circling her clit without mercy.

I lean down and catch the back of her neck between my teeth, not biting hard, just enough pressure to make her gasp, and start nibbling and sucking along her skin while she trembles in my grip.

"Ready?" I ask against her neck, voice rough.

"Yes please Matt please."

That’s all I need.

I push both cocks into her at once, slow at first, giving her body a second to stretch and adjust around the size of me.

She lets out this long high moan, fingers scrabbling against the glass like she’s trying to find something to hold onto, and her walls clamp down around me instantly, tight and wet and perfect.

Seriously every single time I forget just how tight she still is.

You’d think after everything after the bond after however many times we’ve done this her body would just get used to me.

Nope.

Still grips me like a vice milking both my cocks the second I push in and it drives me a little feral every time.

I start moving slow rolling thrusts at first letting her get used to the stretch and drag of both cocks working her at once.

My body jiggles and ripples with each movement slime undulating tail curling tighter around her waist for leverage.

The window fogs up a little where her breath hits the glass, her moans bouncing right back at her off the surface.

"Oh god," she gasps voice already wrecked, "Matt please more I need more."

Who am I to deny a lady what she’s asking for.

I pick up the pace hips snapping forward harder slime tendrils never letting up on her clit and chest the whole time.

Her moans turn into these broken little cries body shaking against the glass tits bouncing with every thrust I give her.

I can feel her getting wetter around me walls fluttering and clamping down tighter the harder I go and it takes everything I’ve got not to just lose it right then.

"You feel so good," I growl against her neck voice low and rough. "So fucking tight for me every damn time."

"Only for you," she moans head tipping back against my coils again. "Only ever for you Matt please don’t stop."

Not planning on it.

I grip her hips with another set of tendrils holding her steady while I really start driving into her.

The sound of skin and slime slapping together mixing with her moans and the distant hum of the city outside.

My whole body moves with the rhythm slime curling and jiggling with each thrust tail flexing to keep us both steady against the glass.

Down below somewhere in that sea of lights there’s probably someone looking up right now.

Some random person on a balcony or in a hover car passing by catching a glimpse of a massive red serpent shape gleaming wet under city light pressed against a window eighty floors up fucking a moaning dark elf senseless.

No idea who we are no idea what’s happening just a weird shape in a window they’ll forget about in ten minutes.

Honestly kind of hot not gonna lie.

Lyra’s moans get louder more desperate body rocking back to meet every thrust I give her now.

Her hands slap flat against the glass nails scraping uselessly against smooth surface.

that edge.

I slow down just enough to lean in close, lips brushing her ear again, voice dipping low and rough.

"Every time I push into you," I say, punctuating it with a slow roll of my hips, "you’re gonna thank me for it. Understand?"

She makes this little whimper, nails scraping the glass. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me." I pull back almost all the way out, slow enough to make her whine, then drive back in deep and hard. "Say it."

"Thank you," she gasps, voice cracking right down the middle. "Th-thank you, m-master..."

There it is. That stumble she always gets when she’s too far gone to talk straight, like her brain short-circuits trying to get the word out. Does something stupid to me every single time.

"Good girl." I smack her ass with a slick tendril, not hard, just enough to make her jolt and clench around me even tighter. "Again."

I thrust again, slow and deep, grinding at the end just to feel her shudder.

"Thank you," she moans, forehead dropping against the glass now, breath fogging up a whole patch in front of her face. "Thank you, master, th-thank you..."

I keep going. Every thrust gets an answer out of her, breathless and broken, words tripping over themselves the harder I drive into her. Doesn’t matter that nobody down in that city full of lights can hear her. Doesn’t matter that it’s just me and her and eighty floors of empty air between us and the ground. She says it anyway, like she needs to, like the words themselves are doing something to her just as much as I am.

"Thank you, thank you master, oh god, thank you..."

My slime tightens around her chest, rolling her nipples between slick coils while another tendril keeps working her clit without mercy, matching the rhythm of my hips. She’s shaking all over now, thighs trembling, that tight elf pussy clamping down around both my cocks like she’s trying to keep me from pulling out ever again.