Chapter 378: Slime on The Window

"You gonna cum for me?" I growl against the back of her neck, picking up the pace, hips snapping harder into her.

"Yes, yes please, Matt I’m gonna..."

"Say thank you first."

"Thank you," she sobs, voice wrecked completely now, barely words anymore just sound and need. "Thank you master thank you tha, tha..."

She doesn’t even get the whole word out before her whole body locks up. I feel it happen, walls clenching down so tight around me it damn near hurts in the best way possible, and then she’s gone, crying out something that isn’t even a word anymore, just raw sound, hips bucking back against me on their own.

I don’t stop. Keep driving into her right through it, slime tendrils never letting up on her clit, milking every bit of that orgasm out of her while she shakes apart against the glass.

That’s when I feel it. Hot liquid gushing out around my cocks, spraying out across the window in front of her, streaking down the glass in long messy lines. She squirts so hard her whole body jerks with it, a startled little cry bubbling out of her like she didn’t expect it either.

"Oh, oh god," she gasps, chest heaving, nails scraping uselessly down the fogged glass. "Matt, Matt I just..."

"I know." I grin against her neck, feeling way too proud of myself right now. "Saw the whole thing, baby."

She makes a sound that’s half embarrassment, half pure bliss, face still pressed to the window with the city lights smearing gold and red through the mess she left behind on the glass.

I don’t slow down. If anything her orgasm just makes me want to go harder. Walls still fluttering around me, slick and swollen and perfect, so I grip her hips with another couple tendrils and really start driving into her now, no more slow rolling thrusts, just deep hard snaps of my hips that have her whole body rocking forward into the glass with each one.

"Thank you," she whimpers again, like she can’t stop now even though I didn’t ask this time, "thank you master, thank you..."

My own body is winding tight, slime pulsing and rippling with every thrust, both my cocks throbbing inside her, and I can feel that build-up low and heavy getting harder to hold back.

"You want it?" I growl, voice rough, barely holding it together myself now. "Want me to fill you up?"

"Yes," she cries, pushing back to meet every thrust now, body desperate for it. "Please Matt, please fill me up, I want it, I want all of it..."

That’s all it takes.

I drive in deep one last time and just let go, both cocks pulsing hard inside her, spilling thick and hot, filling her up spasm after spasm while she moans through every single pulse like she can feel each one individually. My whole body shudders with it, slime rippling in waves down my length, tail curling tight around her waist to keep her pinned against me through the whole thing.

"Fuck," I breathe out, forehead dropping against the back of her neck. "You feel so damn good, Lyra."

She’s trembling, boneless almost, held up entirely by my coils and the press of her own body against the glass. Little aftershocks keep running through her, walls still twitching around my cocks even as I stay buried deep inside her, not pulling out yet, not ready to lose that feeling just yet.

"Thank you," she whispers again, quieter this time, voice wrecked and soft. "Thank you, master."

"Yeah." I nuzzle against her neck, pressing a slow kiss there, tasting the salt of sweat on her skin. "You did good."

She lets out this soft little laugh that’s mostly just breath, shaky and spent. "I think I broke the window."

I glance past her shoulder at the mess streaked down the glass, city lights smearing through it in long golden lines.

"Nah." I nip gently at her ear. "Just marked it."

She shivers at that, head tipping back against me again, and I finally start to pull out slow, careful, feeling her whole body twitch at the drag of it. Cum drips down her thighs, mixing with everything else already streaked across the window, and she lets out this soft little whine at the loss, like she doesn’t actually want me gone yet either.

I don’t let her fall. My slime curls back under her knees, lifting her properly this time, cradling her against my chest while she catches her breath. Her heart’s still hammering, I can feel it where she’s pressed against me, and her whole body feels loose and warm and thoroughly wrecked in the best way.

"You okay?" I ask, voice dropping back down to something softer now, no growl left in it.

"Mm." She nuzzles into me, silver hair sticking to her damp skin, eyes barely open. "More than okay."

"Good." I press a kiss to the top of her head, slime shifting to hold her easy and close. "Was worried I went too hard there for a second."

"You didn’t." She cracks one eye open, looking up at me with that soft dumb smile she gets after, the one that always makes something in my chest go a little stupid and warm. "Never too hard. Just right."

I huff out a laugh, carrying her away from the window finally, city lights still blinking endlessly behind us like nothing happened at all. Nobody down there has any idea. Nobody up here either, really, except the two of us.

"Thank you," she murmurs again, quieter, sleepier this time, head resting against my chest.

"Stop thanking me." I smirk, even though we both know I loved every second of it. "You’re gonna wear the word out."

"Never." Her arms find their way around me loosely, holding on even though she doesn’t need to, even though my slime’s got her perfectly secure. "I mean it, Matt. Thank you."

Something about the way she says it this time, soft and sincere and not breathless with pleasure anymore, catches me off guard a little. I don’t say anything smart back. Just hold her a little tighter, feel her settle fully into me, boneless and warm and mine.

The city keeps glowing outside, indifferent to all of it, towers blinking their slow rhythm of light against the dark. Lyra’s breathing evens out against my chest, and for a minute neither of us says anything else at all.

Then she yawns, big and unguarded, and mutters something about the window needing a cleaning crew, and I laugh for real this time, loud enough it probably echoes a little off all that glass.

"Not my problem," I tell her. "I don’t live here."

"You basically do."

"Semantics."

She smiles against my chest, eyes finally slipping shut, and for a while I just stay there holding her, slime humming low and content, watching the city blink on without us.

Before dawn, I returned alone to the marked space beside the bench. My wing still needed care, my balances hadn’t changed, and seven days appeared on the new ability’s timer.

Lukas handed me water while James held up a fresh reception notice. Rex had moved his inspection forward, and the owner was already inside the bathhouse we planned to steal.