Start as a Spiritual Planter: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 212: Are you sure you only like humans? (R-18)

Ram listened, his own heart aching at Nyra's voice. Her questions, filled with insecurity and a longing that mirrored his own unspoken feelings.

He saw the slight tremor in her shoulders, the way she avoided his gaze after her outburst, and the proud, fiery Half-Drow spirit that usually defined her now seemed fragile, almost pleading.

He didn't know what had gotten into him.

Words, usually his strength in navigating complex situations, failed him.

Explanations, reassurances, apologies, they all felt inadequate, clumsy.

Instead, an instinct he hadn't realized took over.

Slowly, so as not to startle her, he reached out.

His hands, steady despite the turmoil within him, found her delicate waist.

The fabric of her Drow-styled attire felt soft beneath his fingers, and he could feel the warmth of her body, the slight, almost imperceptible trembling.

He didn't pull her closer, not yet. He just held her, his touch a silent answer, an acknowledgment of her words, of her.

His heart raced, a wild, unfamiliar rhythm, as he looked at her.

Nyra tensed at his touch, her head snapping up.

Her eyes, wide and startled, locked onto his.

The anger and hurt that had clouded them moments before were now replaced by a flicker of surprise, confusion, and a dawning, fragile hope.

She searched his face, looking for an answer, for some sign of what this meant.

Her breath hitched, and her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to speak, but no words came.

Then, with a gentle pressure, Ram slowly drew Nyra closer.

The slight resistance he felt from her at first melted away, and she allowed herself to be pulled into his embrace until her body was flush against his.

Her distinct, slightly wild scent, a mix of forest and something uniquely Nyra, filled his senses, making his head spin.

"Nyra," he whispered, his voice husky, the sound barely more than a breath.

He didn't know what else to say, what words could possibly capture the storm of feelings that her earlier confession had unleashed within him.

Her response wasn't verbal.

Instead, her hands, which had been clenched at her sides, slowly rose to rest on his chest, slowly extending with a boldness that surprised even herself, they drifted lower, her touch light but undeniably intentional as they reached the waistband of his pants.

He could feel the slight tremor in her fingers, even through the layers of his clothing.

It was a tentative touch, yet it sent a jolt through him, a spark igniting the tinder that had been smoldering between them.

This was different from his encounter with Su Mu.

While Su Mu's approach had been a gradual unfolding, a gentle yielding, Nyra… Nyra was pure fire.

There was a wildness in her, an untamed energy that was both exhilarating and a little frightening.

As he looked into her eyes, he saw not just desire, but a fierce, possessive hunger that mirrored his own growing need.

"Master," she whispered, her voice now husky, her crimson eyes glowing with a predatory light that was entirely Half-Drow. "Are you sure you only like humans?"

"Right now, Nyra," Ram breathed, his lips just inches from hers, "I'm only thinking about you."

He lowered his head, and this time, she met him halfway.

The kiss was explosive, a clash of raw emotion and pent-up passion.

It wasn't gentle or hesitant; it was demanding, almost desperate, as if they were trying to consume each other.

Nyra's Half-Drow nature seemed to flare to life, her usual playful teasing replaced by an unbridled intensity.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his face closer, her body pressing against his with an urgency that left him breathless.

"Master…" she gasped against his lips, the word a mixture of a plea and a command.

Her body felt like a live wire in his arms, thrumming with an energy that was both intoxicating and overwhelming.

"Eahaaa…. Nyraa…," Ram rasped, his voice thick with desire as his lips found the delicate skin just below her pointed ear.

He looked down into her crimson eyes, now glowing with a mixture of undeniable desire.

He felt her shiver in his arms, a small, involuntary tremor that betrayed the intensity of her own arousal.

"Master.. Master..." Nyra breathed, her head falling back to give him better access, her own hands growing bolder as they unfastened his trousers.

"You have no idea... how long I've wanted this." Her words were a confession, a whispered admission of a longing that had clearly been smoldering beneath her playful, often fiery exterior.

The last of their clothing became a hindrance to the complete immersion they both craved.

With mutual, unspoken agreement, garments were pushed aside, falling to the floor in a soft heap, joining the forgotten cloaks and Su Mu's attire.

The dim light of the monitor painted their bodies in hues of blue and shadow, highlighting the contrast of Ram's more rugged human form against Nyra's darker, ethereally beautiful Half-Drow physique.

"Master," Nyra's voice was a low, husky whisper that sent his pulse racing, "are you sure you're ready for this? I don't hold back once I start."

Her lips curved into a knowing smirk, a hint of her Drow assertiveness flashing through.

Ram's own smile widened, a silent acceptance of her challenge.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to match hers, a breath against her ear. "Nyra, after everything we've been through, do you really think I'd back down now?"

He laid her down gently, their eyes never breaking contact, the room was soon filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing.

the frantic thumping of their hearts, and the soft, almost desperate moans that escaped Nyra's lips as Ram touched her, kissed her and licked her nipples and other sensitive parts.

his body covering hers, ready to finally extinguish the wildfire that had ignited between them.

"It seems like you're all ready now," Nyra whispered, her breath warm against his neck, her voice a heady mix of triumph and anticipation.

Ram chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of them.

"Ready for what, Nyra?" he murmured, his lips brushing against hers, savoring the anticipation.

He felt her shift against him, a subtle movement that sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through his veins.

The zipper of his remaining trousers made a soft, metallic sound in the quiet room.

"I'll start then," Nyra purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

And with a fluid, deliberate movement, she shifted in his arms, turning her back to him, her body pressed close.

The sight of Nyra, so deliberately vulnerable with her silken white hair, now tinged with the dim, ambient light of the room, cascaded down her back, drawing his eyes to the graceful curve of her spine and the alluring swell of her hips.

Ram's breath caught in his throat.

He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her shoulder, feeling the soft, cool skin beneath his touch.

"Nyra…" he whispered, his voice husky, barely more than a breath. He wasn't sure what he meant to say, as he was about to go deep into her.

She didn't speak, didn't turn back.

Instead, she leaned into his touch ever so slightly, a silent invitation, a confirmation that she was just as caught up in this escalating intimacy as he was.

He could feel the tension in her body. The room was quiet, save for their ragged breathing and the distant, almost imperceptible hum of the city outside.

With a final push he moved closer, his body brushing against hers, as he went deep into her pink pussy, the contact sending another wave of heat through them both.

His other hand came up to rest on her hip, his thumb stroking gently, feeling the subtle shift of her body as she responded to his touch.

While the other held her large breasts massaging them, as she bent down in a doggy style poster.

Her pointed ears, usually alert and twitching with every sound, were now flushed a delicate crimson, and he could feel the rapid pulse at the base of her neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"You feel…" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "…incredible."

Her fingers tightened on his arms, her nails lightly grazing his skin, sending another jolt of electrifying sensation through him.

The room was filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of their movements, a primal music that underscored the intensity of the moment.

Ram's hands explored every curve, every dip, every soft expanse of her soft skin, and she too responded in kind, her touch both fierce and tender, a testament to the fiery Drow spirit that burned within her.

Each touch, each sigh, each trust into her in the dim light was a wordless conversation, a deepening of the bond that was rapidly transforming from camaraderie into something far more profound and intoxicating.

And then, it happened.

"Ahaa…" A shattering release, a tidal wave of sensation that washed over them both simultaneously.

Ram's senses exploded in a cascade of light and heat, his body arching as the culmination of their passion hit him with the force of a physical blow.

"Master…I love you.." Nyra cried out, her voice a keening note of pure ecstasy, her body trembling violently in his arms as she met her own peak.

For a long, breathless moment, they were suspended in that perfect, incandescent release, two souls intertwined, their senses reeling, the world reduced to nothing but the sound of their own hearts pounding in unison.

However, that's just the beginning of something incredible that is about to happen.

The city outside, with its dangers and intrigues, felt a million miles away as they lost themselves in the burgeoning storm of their own desires as they continued what they started.