Elysia Part I *

As the morning sunlight bathed the room in a warm glow, Lug's eyes fluttered open, a mischievous glimmer dancing within them. He sensed Elysia's body nestled against his, her enticing curves pressed against him, and he couldn't resist the urge to play a little game.

With a sly smile playing on his lips, Lug slowly traced his fingers along Elysia's bare arm, relishing the way her skin tingled in response. He reveled in the anticipation building within her, the eagerness radiating from her every pore.

"Good morning love," Lug whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. "Did you sleep well?"

Elysia's eyes flickered open, a playful twinkle in her gaze. She arched an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, I slept just fine," she purred, her voice laced with a hint of challenge. "But I have a feeling you had something to do with that."

Lug chuckled softly, his touch drifting lightly over the curves of her body, deliberately teasing and tantalizing. "Guilty as charged," he admitted, his voice a low, velvety rumble. "I couldn't resist the temptation of waking up next to you, my love."

Elysia's lips curled into a seductive smile as she traced her fingers along the defined contours of Lug's chest. "Well, since you're already awake," she purred, her voice dripping with suggestion, "maybe you could find a way to make me even more..."

Lug's eyes darkened with desire, a playful fire igniting within him. He leaned in closer, his breath caressing her ear. "Oh, my dear Elysia," he murmured, his voice filled with wicked delight. "You've just issued a challenge I am more than ready to accept."

With that, a playful game of seduction and desire unfolded between them. Lug delighted in teasing Elysia's senses, using feather-light touches and tantalizing kisses to drive her wild with anticipation. He reveled in the way her body arched into his touch, her soft moans of pleasure spurring him on.

Elysia, in turn, responded with her own playful moves, tracing her fingertips along Lug's most sensitive spots, her lips leaving a trail of fiery kisses wherever they touched. She reveled in the way his breath hitched, his body responding eagerly to her every touch.

As the intensity of their game grew, they lost themselves in the throes of passion, their bodies moving in perfect sync, fueled by a mutual desire to please and be pleased. They revealed the intoxicating pleasure that surged through them, their connection deepening with each electrifying moment.

Lug and Elysia found themselves drawn into a passionate embrace, their bodies entwined as if they were two halves of a perfect whole. The air crackled with an electric energy, and their gazes locked in a dance of desire and anticipation.

As Lug's hands traced a trail of fire along Elysia's curves, she surrendered herself to the waves of pleasure that surged through her. Her senses were heightened, every touch sending shivers of ecstasy down her spine. She reveled in the feel of his lips on her skin, his gentle kisses igniting a fierce hunger within her.

Elysia's breath quickened, mingling with the soft moans that escaped her parted lips. Each caress was a symphony of pleasure, building a crescendo that threatened to consume her entirely. As Lug's lips found hers in a passionate kiss, she lost herself in the intoxicating blend of their desires.

Time seemed to stand still as they explored the depths of their connection, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. The room was filled with the heady scent of their desire, the air heavy with the weight of their shared passion.

In this intimate dance, Elysia's senses were heightened to a fever pitch. The soft brush of his fingers against her skin sent electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her veins. Each whispered word in her ear was a seductive melody, playing upon her senses and driving her to the brink of ecstasy.

As their bodies moved in harmony, every touch, every caress, every moans is a declaration of desire. She surrendered herself completely, allowing the currents of pleasure to carry her to new heights of sensuality.

Lug's desire surged within him, his body pulsating with an overwhelming need. Every touch, every kiss from Elysia seemed to ignite a fire that burned hotter and hotter within him. His control wavered, and he found himself unable to resist the intoxicating allure of pleasure.

If it weren't for the trial he had undergone just the day before, Lug might have succumbed to his desires without a second thought. But thanks to that Lug managed to maintain control over himself.

He understood that his utmost priority was to bring her pleasure, and with that in mind, he gently traced his fingers along the contours of her clothing, his touch igniting a delicious anticipation. Their lips remained locked in a passionate embrace as he skillfully undressed her, his kisses trailing along her exquisite body.

Standing before him, Elysia stood completely exposed, her vulnerable form hidden only by the protection of her arms, a veil of apparent shyness gracing her face. The faint blush that adorned her cheeks hinted at a mixture of desire and self-consciousness, as if uncertain of her own captivating beauty.

Lug's voice, filled with tender concern and genuine affection, broke the silence as he spoke to Elysia. "My love, before we proceed, I want to ensure that you are truly ready and comfortable with taking this step. I already know the answer, but I want to hear it from you"

Upon hearing Lug's words, Elysia's eyes met his with unwavering determination and a hint of playful confidence. Her voice, filled with a mix of desire and anticipation, replied, "Yes, my love. I am ready."

In that moment, Lug's lips traced a path of tantalizing kisses along Elysia's neck, leaving a trail of gentle warmth in their wake. With each tender touch, he reveled in the delicate curve of her skin and the sweet sighs that escaped her lips. His desire intensified, urging him to explore further.

Lowering his kisses, he caressed her soft belly, savoring the way her body responded to his touch. He reveled in the gentle rise and fall of her breath, a rhythmic symphony of desire and anticipation. Every movement was deliberate, a testament to his reverence for her pleasure.

Finally, his lips found his destination, and with skillful precision, he began planting feather-light kisses along the delicate contours of her little friend. Each touch was a delicate exploration, a dance of lips and skin, as he reveled in the taste and texture that greeted him.

Elysia's voice trembled with anticipation as she whispered, "Lug, please, don't stop".

Lug couldn't take it anymore, he opened her legs and started sucking her, that made her moan loudly.

Minutes turned into an eternity as Lug continued to explore every inch of Elysia's, savoring the taste. The intensity of his "kiss" grew with each passing moment.

Elysia's senses became overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure. She could feel her body growing more and more sensitive to his touch, her skin tingling with anticipation. Every nerve seemed to be on edge, craving for more.

Grabbing his head and forcing it, she couldn't take the pleasure anymore, at that moment she looked at him and said: "Please i can't take it anymore".