Trapped In Elysium: A Virtual Reality Nightmare-Chapter 158: Lust 2 (R-18)

The space between them vanished without either of them realizing it.

There was no conscious decision, no signal, no words passed. One moment they were just standing there—two warriors, survivors of a cruel test—and the next, they were pulled together like magnets finally giving in to the force that had always been there, just waiting.

Liam felt the warmth of her body press into his. His arms had moved on their own, sliding around her waist, firm but not forceful. Her breath hitched against his chest, shallow, quick. And then her hands found him—one over his heart, the other brushing his arm, slow and trembling.

They stood there, tangled in each other’s arms, eyes locked. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Neither of them blinked.

Neither of them looked away.

The tension that had always been sharp and cold between them had shifted, softened into something molten, this was something else entirely.

Their lips were close now, breaths mingling. His hands curved slightly at her back, feeling the rise and fall of her breath. Her fingers twitched against his shoulder. Their chests touched. Her eyes, once so guarded and calculating, now shimmered with something raw.

Desire.

And Liam—he saw it.

Felt it.

Reflected it.

Before either of them could name what was happening, before they could pull back and remember what they were supposed to be doing—

They were already in each other’s arms...

Staring into each other with the kind of hunger that didn’t need explanation.

Just fire.

The air in the ancient tomb was heavy, thick with the scent of old stone and the faint, sweet musk of desire that seemed to pulse between them. Liam and the ancient queen stood pressed together, their arms locked tight around each other, bodies so close they could feel every heartbeat, every shaky breath.

The world outside—whatever was left of it—didn’t matter. All they could think about was raw, unfiltered sex, the kind that burned through reason and left nothing but need in its wake.

Gods, I want her, Liam thought, his hands gripping her waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her dress. The queen’s eyes, sharp and timeless, locked onto his, and he could see it—she was just as lost, her control slipping, lust taking over like a fire she couldn’t put out.

Liam leaned in, his lips crashing into hers, kissing her hard, hungry, like he needed to taste every part of her. His tongue pushed past her lips, teasing hers, and she kissed him back just as fierce, her hands sliding up his back, nails scraping through his shirt.

Fuck, she’s good, he thought, moaning into her mouth, the sound rough and low, vibrating between them. The queen moaned too, louder, her voice echoing off the stone walls, rich and desperate, as she took in his lips, savoring the heat, the pressure, the way he claimed her mouth.

It’s been so long, she thought, her mind spinning, her body trembling against him. Their moans mingled, messy and raw, filling the tomb, and neither of them cared—couldn’t, not when every touch felt like it was setting them on fire.

They stayed like that for a while, locked in that kiss, hands roaming, pulling closer, like they could melt into each other if they tried hard enough. Liam’s hands slid lower, tugging at the ties of her gown, his fingers clumsy with urgency.

"Let me see you," he muttered against her lips, his voice thick, and she nodded quick, her own hands helping, yanking at the intricate clasps until the heavy fabric loosened. The gown slipped down, pooling at her feet in a shimmer of gold and crimson, and Liam stepped back, his breath catching as he saw her in full glory.

Holy shit, he thought, his dick twitching hard in his pants. Her boobs were bigger than he’d imagined, full and round, sitting high on her chest, with dark nipples that stood out against her pale, flawless skin. Her waist was tiny, curving in sharp before flaring out to a plump, perfect ass that made his hands itch to grab it.

She’s unreal, he thought, his mouth dry, his eyes raking over every inch of her.

The queen stood there, unashamed, her chin high, but her eyes burned with need, watching him watch her. He wants me, she thought, a thrill racing through her, waking parts of her she’d thought long dead.

Liam didn’t wait—he moved in, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing gently at first, then harder, feeling their weight. So soft, he thought, his thumbs brushing her nipples, watching them harden under his touch.

He leaned down, his mouth closing over one, sucking hard, his tongue flicking fast, and the queen moaned loud, her voice sharp and wild, echoing through the tomb. Oh gods, yes, she thought, her hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The pleasure was intense, sharp, like a memory she’d buried coming back to life. Centuries, she thought, her body arching into his mouth. It’s been centuries since I felt this.

Liam sucked harder, his teeth grazing her nipple just enough to make her gasp, then moved to the other, giving it the same attention, his hands kneading her breasts like he couldn’t get enough. The queen’s moans grew louder, raw and needy, her thighs pressing together as heat pooled low in her belly.

He’s... he’s waking me, she thought, her mind hazy, her body trembling under his touch. It had been so long since she’d had sex—centuries of cold, lonely years, her desires locked away like the relics in this forgotten place.

She’d almost forgotten how good it could be, how it could consume her, make her feel alive again. "Liam..." she moaned, her voice breaking, her hands tugging his hair as his mouth worked her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Don’t stop, she thought, her pussy throbbing, aching for more, her whole body screaming for him to take her completely.

Liam’s mouth stayed on the queen’s nipples, sucking and teasing, his tongue swirling over the hard peaks as her loud moans echoed through the ancient tomb. Her big breasts were soft under his hands, her skin warm and trembling, and he could feel her body arching into him, desperate for more.

She’s fucking perfect, he thought, his cock straining against his pants, hard as hell from the taste of her, the way she was coming alive under him. But he wanted her somewhere else—somewhere that felt right for this, for them.

He pulled back, his lips leaving her nipple with a soft pop, and she whimpered, her hands still tangled in his hair, her dark eyes hazy with need.

Not done yet, he thought, a grin tugging at his mouth as he slid his arms under her, one behind her back, the other under her thick thighs.

With a quick heave, he lifted her, her weight light in his arms despite her curves, and she gasped, her arms wrapping around his neck for balance.

He’s strong, she thought, her heart pounding as he carried her across the stone floor, her bare skin prickling in the cool air.

The Tomb was dim, lit only by flickering torches, but the king’s sarcophagus loomed in the center—a massive slab of carved stone, cold and ancient, its surface worn smooth by time. Liam didn’t hesitate; he set her down, her plump ass landing on the edge of the tomb with a soft thud, the stone chilly against her skin.

This is... wild, she thought, a thrill racing through her as she realized where they were—fucking on the king’s grave, no less. But she didn’t care, not with Liam’s hands on her, not with the heat burning between them.

He leaned in again, his lips finding her breasts, kissing her nipples soft at first, then sucking hard, his tongue flicking fast over one, then the other.

Fuck, I could do this all day, he thought, loving the way she moaned, loud and raw, her hands gripping his shoulders like she’d fall if she let go.

The queen’s head tipped back, her long hair spilling over the tomb, and she moaned louder, "Liam... oh gods," her voice shaky, pleasure rolling through her in waves. It’s been so long, she thought, her pussy throbbing, wet and aching as he worked her nipples, each suck sending sparks straight to her core. The cold stone under her ass only made it hotter, the contrast driving her wild, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, needing him to keep going, to never stop.