Chapter 16: Don't Leave Me

"Lyra!" Duke Kleo squealed, closing his eyes and hissing as she played with his, fingered and pressed like she wanted to crash it. His eyes were wide, his breath was gasping, and he was swollen even more. "Don't do this!" Because he knew he would lose the game. And that meant he had to let her go.

But somehow his body couldn't move no matter how hard he tried. His desire to escape was as great as his desire to stay. His mind was struck by a dilemma.

But, could he even concentrate when Lyra has swallowed him inside the sexy cute lips? Could he concentrate when the tongue was giving the temptation aggressively? No, of course, he couldn't do it.

His fist landed on her hair as if he wanted to defend himself. His heart was beating fast, his blood rustled like a waterfall.

Even she poked his two bumps while she stroked him inside the cavity. He groaned again, gasping for breath.

How hard she stroked it inside, letting the tip crash the throat, making him almost explode with all that sensation.

"Lyra, stop!" Even if his heart said otherwise. He even moved against her, helping her do this amazing thing. All of the shivers and pulsating that rested on his. His head looked up as if he wanted to pull himself away, but his hips even moved forward to welcome her.

Until agony suffocated him, when a high wave was about to break at its crest, Lyra pulled herself away, grinning at him.

"You look like you really like it, My Lord," she whispered, wiping her mouth. "Now are you giving up? Will you free me?"

He gulped, his face reddened, while he groaned. He knew that his eyes looked pitiful because he wanted her to do more. "N-no," he said with difficulty. "I… won't…" Then he screamed again, as Lyra rushed out and devoured his again, this time as if narrowing her mouth to give him torture and pleasant at the same time.

The stroking even harder, giving him confusion and also pleasant at the same time. Once more, when he almost realized, she pulled herself away. Smirking, seeing him struggling to breathe and being tortured to death.

"Ly-Lyra." He gasped out-breath again. "Don't torture me!" He shook his head in various directions, his eyes narrowed. "Don't…."

"Free me. Then I'll finish it."

"No..." And his scream filled the whole palace, even echoing in his ears when she gluttonous devoured him, giving all of the squeeze and stroke on all of his parts, he crazily breathless and suffering more when she pulled away again.

"Say it!" She said, so domineering. He should be the one that looks like that. He should take control here.

Maybe he could do it by pulling Lyra and then touching her. But the problem was that something was wrong with his body, so he couldn't even move at all.

Finally, he gave up. Duke Kleo gave up. "Ple-please!" Gave a panting again.

"Please what?"

"Please give me pleasure."

"And?"

"I will release you."

Lyra found her victory. She then jumped back to give pressure on all of his parts, like wanting to break it sweetly. She smiled when she saw him gasping for air, and then he spurted all of he had, stroking several times again until he had nothing inside.

Then she wiped with her hands, gave him a slight kiss, and then went without turning around, leaving him who was waving at her and crying for her back.

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"Lyra, don't go! No, don't leave me! Lyra!!!!" Suddenly he widened his eyes and sat down. His breath hitched with a confused expression. The sun was up, it was empty all around and there wasn't a trace of Lyra left, as if she had never come to his room.

What he found was his wet and sticky self.

Shortly after that Mr. Bertus came into his room, standing behind the curtain of his bed which was still not drawn. "Are you awake, My Lord?" asked the butler.

"Y-yeah. Where's Lyra? Did she try to run away again last night?" Duke Kleo cleared his throat.

"Miss Lyra's doorman reported that she almost came out again last night," answered Mr. Bertus, which was enough to smack the duke's heart. "But they immediately blocked her and forced her to go back into the room."

"Are you sure?" Of course, Duke Kleo was confused. Then who came to his room last night?

"I'm sure, My Lord. The maids did fall asleep, they admitted. But after that, they took an oath not to sleep again until morning."

"Then did anyone break into my room last night?"

Mr. Bertus looked up and worried. "Did anyone break into your room last night?"

"No," muttered Duke Kleo, shaking his head. "Put my clothes on the table. I'm going to take a shower now."

"Very well, My Lord." Mr. Bertus carried out the orders given to him. His old but still sturdy body was about to leave until he decided to turn around. "When I went in to see if you were awake, you looked like you were crying, My Lord. Did you sleep well last night?"

Duke Kleo's hand patted his face, then found tears running down his cheeks. It must have been the cry he had made when Lyra left him last night, whether it was real or just in a dream. "I had a bit of a bad dream."

"Would you like a glass of chamomile tea?"

"Yeah, and some healthier breakfasts than ever."

"Very well, My Lord." Mr. Bertus left and disappeared behind the door, leaving Duke Kleo trapped in his confusion.

He shortly got up and cleaned himself up, letting his mind be filled with countless questions. 'If last night I just had a dream that means she won't be able to escape punishment, right?' That was all he was afraid of, that Lyra would eventually leave him and never come back.

He wasn't sure why he wanted her so much. Was it because they had slept together, or did the desire come after he looked at her face and figure more closely. What makes him so attached to her? He wasn't even sure.

Breakfast was provided. He rushed to eat it. He had a lot of work to do that day, including going all over the place to check things out. There were reports of tax arrears in the East. Various disputes arose because of it. Then he had to go to another region to see the progress of the warrior training the king wanted. He also had to go to the king's palace to discuss the formation of the latest legislation.

A very busy day, after last night he had a dream Lyra left him. Was he even able to do his job well that day?

His shoulders suddenly tensed when he saw a beautiful and graceful figure approaching him. Her blonde hair lit up like a layer of soft gold. Her clean skin had a very pretty pink tinge, like a precious pearl. Her blue and clear eyes were like a beautiful but very dangerous ocean. Then her blushing lips seemed to tempt him from a distance.

He swallowed hard, confused to look as normal as possible as if he didn't have dirty minds on his head. 'Calm yourself, Kleo! Don't look suspicious! Act as usual!'

"Good morning, My Lord," she greeted as she bent down and lifted her skirt. Her bright and beautiful face suddenly looked gloomy when she saw Duke Kleo's stern face. She thought, 'Is he still mad at me? Is he really going to kill me?'

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