I woke to the taste of magic still lingering on my lips.

  The morning light broke soft and gold across the shrine, filtered through trees that still shimmered faintly with mana. Birds chirped above. Somewhere, the breeze carried the scent of crushed petals and spent desire.

  And her.

  Lyriel y beside me, one long leg still draped over my hip, her breath slow and warm against my colrbone. Her silver hair fanned across my chest like spilled moonlight, and the curve of her bare breast rose and fell with each breath — full, fwless, glowing faintly from within like soft crystal lit from beneath.

  She was still asleep.

  But her body remembered.

  [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]Daily Bond Quest Activated: “Knot or Not”Objective: Wake your bonded partner creatively.Bonus Objectives:? Use tongue or teeth.? Leave a visible mark.? Make her say your name in under 60 seconds.Reward: +100 Affection XP, Title Unlock: Dawn DevourerSystem Mood: Officially hot and bothered. Carry on.

  I didn’t need more prompting.

  I slid down her body like I belonged there.

  Her skin was silk stretched over moonlight — smooth and pale, flushed pink in all the right pces. Her thighs parted for me without a word, one leg curling instinctively over my shoulder.

  And gods, she was already soaked.

  Not just wet — dripping. The kind of wet that glistened, that clung, that practically welcomed my mouth.

  I lowered my face slowly, breathing in her scent — sweet, musky, wild. I kissed her inner thigh first, then dragged my tongue along the crease where it met her heat. She shivered. I did it again. Then again.

  And finally — I licked her.

  A long, slow stroke from base to clit. Her taste hit me like a drug — warm, slick, a mix of magic and want and her. My cock throbbed against the stone beneath me, but I ignored it. I had other priorities now.

  I licked deeper, hungrier. I fttened my tongue and pped at her like she was my st meal. Every time I circled her clit, she twitched. Every time I sucked it lightly between my lips, she moaned — higher, needier.

  Her fingers twisted into my hair.

  I growled into her, letting the vibration tease her further. She cried out, hips rolling. I gripped her thighs and buried my face, tongue sliding in and out, flicking and curling and tasting every drop.

  And gods, there were so many.

  She was pouring.

  I pulled back just long enough to pant against her folds, breath hot against soaked skin. Her eyes were gzed, her mouth open, one hand clenched against her breast like she didn’t know whether to push me away or drag me deeper.

  “You’re drenched,” I said, voice rough. “Are you always like this… or is it just for me?”

  She didn’t answer — just moaned and spread her legs wider.

  That was answer enough.

  I dove back in, licking faster now, tongue stroking her entrance, dipping inside, then teasing her swollen clit again. I sucked it harder this time, and she screamed.

  Not a cry.

  A scream — high and raw and beautiful.

  “Rei—f-fuck—your mouth—gods—yes—”

  [SYSTEM UPDATE]? Language Upgrade Detected: She’s swearing now. You win.? New Title in progress: Starved SaintSystem Comment: This is beyond oral. This is holy.

  I slipped two fingers into her — slow, deep, curling just right — and flicked my tongue in tight circles. Her walls cmped down, hard. She arched, her thighs trembling, her breath hitched—

  “Don’t stop—don’t you fucking dare—”

  I didn’t. I devoured her.

  I wanted her to break.

  And she did.

  She came with a sound that made my soul ache — loud, feral, completely undone. Her thighs shook around my head. Her body pulsed. Her essence gushed over my tongue, and I drank her like wine.

  I kept going.

  I kept licking, even as her body convulsed, even as she begged, breathless, for mercy she didn’t want.

  Only when she was a shivering mess, slick and panting, her fingers twitching against the ground — only then did I finally pull back, my mouth and chin gleaming with her.

  I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Smirked.

  “Breakfast,” I said hoarsely, “is served.”

  When I finally rose, her chest was heaving, her breasts rising and falling — nipples flushed, hard, begging to be touched.

  She pulled me by the hair and kissed me — deep, messy, desperate.

  “Now you,” she whispered. “Let me taste you.”

  I blinked. “You want to—”

  Her eyes burned into mine. “All of you.”

  She pushed me down, straddling my thighs with slow, deliberate grace — like a queen ciming her prize. Her silver hair fell forward in a curtain of starlight, brushing my chest, my stomach, my thighs. Her fingers wrapped around me — slow, firm, possessive — stroking just enough to make my breath catch.

  She leaned in.

  Her eyes never left mine as her lips parted — pink, soft, slightly swollen from our st kiss — and then her mouth closed over the head of my cock.

  Heat. Wetness. Pressure.

  A moan vibrated in her throat as she took me deeper, her tongue swirling in slow, worshipful circles. She sucked with maddening care, dragging her lips down my shaft with sinful precision. Her silver hair tickled my skin, her breath hot and damp against me.

  “Lyriel—fuck—” I gasped.

  She didn’t speed up. Didn’t need to. She savored it. Her tongue slid along the underside with such slow finesse that I felt every damn nerve light up. Her hands gripped my hips, pinning me down, holding me still while she worked me with patient hunger — as if she could taste my magic with every stroke.

  Gods. She looked like a goddess in devotion.And I was about to lose control.

  I was close. She knew.

  She pulled back just far enough to flick her tongue across the head, her lips glistening, her breath heavy.

  “Give it to me,” she whispered, voice husky. “I want all of it. I want to feel your magic flood my mouth.”

  That broke me.

  I came with a groan — deep, guttural — as thick ropes of release spilled onto her tongue. She didn’t flinch. She welcomed it. She let it fill her mouth, holding it there with her lips parted, like a sacred offering.

  Then — slow as sin — she crawled up my body, straddling my hips, pressing her slick heat against my still-throbbing cock without taking me in.

  She kissed me.

  Mouth to mout

  She opened her lips.

  I tasted myself on her tongue — warm, salty, electric with shared mana.

  She kissed me deeper.

  The moment burned through me — primal, intimate, obscene and divine. Her body against mine. Her hand still stroking me gently. Her breath trembling.

  [SYSTEM EXPLOSION]Quest COMPLETED: “Knot or Not”Title Unlocked: Dawn DevourerPassive Gained: Mana-Infused Seed – Any release consumed by a bonded partner boosts their magical output by 20% for 1 hour.System Mood: Speechless. Flustered. Logging this to the Hall of Fame.

  Lyriel pulled back just enough to breathe.

  Her lips were swollen. Her eyes glowed like twin moons.

  “Now,” she whispered, “we’re even.”

  I ughed, breathless. “We are so not even.”

  She smirked.

  And kissed me again.