Chasing Elysian

46. Heat

K A I R O S'  P. O. V:

I don't think I could ever get tired of the feeling of Rosanna's lips. What we were doing felt more illegal than my unauthorized torture room.

Gently sucking on her lips, my movement soon became fervent with how intoxicating she tasted, and how greedy I became with each passing second. The scent in the air growing heated in an odd way.

I held her waist and brought us closer to the point I could clearly feel her breasts upon me and my arousal pressing on her stomach. Tressia moaned in response, eyes shut as she allowed me to make our kiss deeper. Slipping my tongue in her mouth and meeting with her warm tongue, which put up quite a futile resistance against my passionate exploration. 

‘We were kissing...’

And boy was I feeling like a young girl around her crush. What was that thing again? Ah, butterflies.

The reality that this was all dangerous was glaring. I was growing fond of this girl that could barely be considered an adult, and I liked whatever we were doing.

Most importantly-- I wasn't under the pressuring influence of the mating bond. Sure, I needed physical contact. But kissing Rosanna was not something I could do arbitrarily.

I should stop. But I don't want to.

Our rough entanglement lasted for a few seconds before I parted our lips to let her breathe.

Eyelids fluttering open, Tressia's eyes glowed purple. Bright, clear and enchanting. Then I knew why I felt the slight shift in the air.

‘Mana abnormality... Unstable balance. What is wrong?’

Her body swayed in my arms, lips agap and staring at me with a hazy look. And in a flash, I felt a flood of Tressia's arousal hit me heavily. Inciting a low growl from me, and my lower part becoming more constricted in my black pants.

‘Heat.’

“How? I thought Osborne gave you the drug...”

I lifted the disoriented girl up in my arms and walked out of the water, mind-linking Osborne. Rosanna's eyes were barely opened and she nestled in my embrace while I contacted the grey haired doctor.

‘Osborne? Rosanna's going into heat. Come to the mansion immediately and explain to me why this is happening.’

Then I heard the old man's energetic response.

‘Service fee is an additional 2000 platinum notes for waking me up at this hour and demanding my immediate presence. Transportation fee is 500 platinum notes and for my abused mental health, 1000 platinum notes to feel better.’

‘Get the hell over here, man.’ I rolled my eyes.

‘Okay, okay, I'm coming!’

Osborne's voice was vigorous, contrary to his claim on 'just woke up’, ‘tired’ and ‘abused mental health’. I would gladly appreciate it if Dr. Primore could find better excuses or at least act according to his lies.

But certain people had thin-skinned faces, and Mr. Primore usually didn't care about how obvious his shamelessness was.  

Rosanna mumbled incoherently in my arms and shifted her head to the crook of my neck, lips teasingly grazing my skin.