Building a Harem in a Noble House-Chapter 66: Pure, Unfiltered Lust (R-18)

Lyra’s face was notably different now. Her gold eyes were locked onto mine with an intensity I couldn’t quite pin down. It wasn’t her usual playful spark. No, this was deeper. Interested, but not in that lighthearted way. Eager, but not in that childish, gossip-y way. Something simmered there, pulling the air in the dining room even thicker. My fork scraped against the plate, the sound too loud in the sudden quiet, and I felt that weight settle between us, unspoken but pressing.

It reminded me of that afternoon a while back, when Lyra and I had been lying back on Isobel’s bed, talking about the first time Isobel and I had hooked up. It’d been just like this back then, hadn’t it? Same heavy atmosphere, same odd tension.

I cleared my throat, pushing the memory aside to finally answer her question. "Honestly? It felt great. I honestly enjoy letting her take the wheel sometimes. I’m always on go during missions, so letting her be the one on go while I can just fall into a trance feels... nice." I paused, fork twirling in the cooling eggs. "Other times, though, I like calling the shots. Especially if Isobel’s got too much of an upper hand... or if I just want to drive her wild. I guess it depends on the mood."

Lyra considered that, her large gold eyes flicking down to her plate before lifting back to me. A flush crept up her cheeks, turning her pale skin a soft pink, and I noticed her breath coming quicker, her chest rising and falling under that shirt, the fabric straining just a bit more with each inhale. She tried to play it off with a grin.

"Shit, Lloyd. I didn’t know you had all that in you. My little boy’s really growing up on me!" Her laugh came out forced, a little too high, and she shifted in her seat, crossing her legs again.

"And what about you?" I asked. "You know what I have in me. What are you hiding? I wanna know what your sexual fantasies are."

She froze, those gold eyes widening just a fraction as she bit her lip. Her fingers drummed on the table edge, and she glanced away, blonde ponytail swaying.

"Are you...sure? I don’t want you to change your opinion on me."

"Can’t get any lower," I joked.

"I’m being serious. They’re quite detailed."

"So you do have fantasies! It’s only fair you share them after I explained all of mine."

"Of course I do! I’m... fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you."

She took a deep breath, cheeks still red, and leaned closer, voice dropping in a way that sent a jolt straight through me.

"I want to sleep with an adventurer. Someone strong. Stronger than me, who could toss me around if he wanted to. We’d go on a difficult mission together, or at least a time-consuming one. We’d celebrate a hard-fought victory at the tavern. I’d buy the first round and tease and flirt with him the whole time."

The air thickened more, her voice weaving the scene like a spell. I shifted in my chair, pulse picking up.

"Then we’d stumble back to the inn, barely making it through the door before he’s on me. I’d let him push me against the wall and kiss me like he owned me. Lots of tongue, licking, biting, touching, everything. He’d rip my shirt open, then he’d start playing with my breasts. Kissing them and licking and sucking my nipples until I’m moaning loud enough for the whole inn to hear. Once I’m at my limit, I’d drop to my knees and thank him for taking such good care of me. I’d let him stretch my mouth wide. I’d be a gagging, teary-eyed mess, but that would mean nothing so long as he feels good. He’d tangle his fingers in my hair, guiding my head, fucking my face while I touched myself using only his moans as my fuel."

Fuck. Since when did Lyra have this in her? The way she spoke reminded me of what Isobel had said about women being different. Well, this was my proof. While Isobel was more dominant, Lyra seemed far more submissive. Yet, she seemed... dominant in her submission somehow. It was unique to her, which, knowing Lyra, made it sound just like her. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"I’d swallow every drop when he cums, but he wouldn’t let me stop there. He’d haul me up, toss me on the bed like I weigh nothing, and spread my legs wide. I’d already be dripping, but he’d tease me first before slamming in deep. One thrust, filling me, stretching my walls until I’m crying out. I’d wrap my legs around him, heels digging into his back, urging him harder. He’d fuck me like the whore I am for him. I’d scratch his back while whispering how much I loved being his... how I’d let him use me however."

She paused, licking her lips, and that’s when I felt it: her hand landing on my leg just above my knee under the table. My breath hitched, but I didn’t pull away. Not even I was finally seeing it, the look Isobel had described.

It was lust. Pure, unfiltered, lust.

She leaned closer as her hand slid up my thigh, inching higher, not quite reaching my crotch but close enough that the heat of her palm radiated. Notable. Intentional.

I responded without thinking, draping my arm around her shoulders, pulling her nearer. The motion tugged her shirt open a fraction more, and my eyes dropped to her cleavage. God, it was larger than Isobel’s. My cock twitched, then hardened fully, straining against my pants, the bulge obvious. I didn’t hide the fact that I was staring at her chest, just like she didn’t hide that she was staring down at my length.

Her hand crept higher on my thigh, fingers splaying, dangerously close to brushing my erection. Mine, meanwhile, inched toward her breast, hovering near the swell, thumb almost grazing the fabric over that hidden mole Isobel had mentioned. She smiled dangerously as she looked down at my cock, voice shifting a bit as she spoke. Lyra sounded hungry, now. Needy as she stroked my leg.

"He’d flip me over after, ass up, face down in a pillow. I’d let him spread my cheeks, spit on my asshole if he wanted, then push his thick cock in me completely. I’d rock back, taking him deeper, loving how full he makes me, how he owns me. He’d slap my ass, leaving red handprints on it, then fuck me as hard as he can, balls slapping my pussy, reaching around to rub my clit until I’m shaking, cumming around nothing but his fingers. I’d beg him to cum in me, and I’d thank him like a slut when he does. Once he’s done, panting over me, I’d turn and clean him off with my mouth, sucking him until he’s hard again." She laughed greedily. "We’d fuck all night. All of his sickest fantasies would be my deepest desires."

"You said you wanted to do that all with an adventurer..." I stammered, voice heavy, cock throbbing.

"Mhmm~" Lyra mused, looking me in the eye with that almost predatory gaze.

"What’s your type...?"

"I already told you," Lyra smiled. "Guys stronger than me."

I paused, throat tight, chest feeling like it was going to burst.

There was only one man in Aspia who was stronger than Lyra.

Her hand ventured a bit higher as she watched realization dawn on my face. Did she–

A loud knock on the door snapped us both out of our trance. She pulled her hand away from me as if my pants were lava while I unhooked my hand from over her shoulder just as quickly.

"Letter for House May! I repeat, Letter from House May! It is on behalf of the Greaves Family of Northern Podros."