The Acolyte of Spirits and Curses

The room was quiet.

Only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant, muffled sounds of the city at night stayed beyond the walls.

Lyra lay on her side of the bed with the sheets pulled loosely over her body as she shifted slightly, adjusting her position until she faced the other side.

Klein was already asleep.

His back was turned toward her with one arm resting loosely near the pillow while his chest rose and fell in soft breathing.

For a moment, she simply watched him.

There was something... strangely peaceful about it.

Remembering the chaotic day, her expression softened and a faint smile appeared on her lips before she realized it.

"...Idiot," she murmured under her breath.

Almost without thinking, she slowly reached out with her left hand.

Her fingers moved through the small space between them, hovering just above the blanket near his back.

Her hand moved a little further but then stopped.

She froze, and her gaze dropped to her own hand, looking at the ring on her ring finger.

Lyra’s fingers curled slowly, and she pulled back her hand, pressing it against her chest.

A soft breath escaped her lips, and she turned around on the bed before closing her eyes.

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Morning came, and Klein remained lying on the bed with one arm resting beneath his head as he watched Lyra.

Standing in front of the mirror, Lyra lifted her hand to fix her hair.

The ribbon she had tied the day before was no longer there.

"Check out when you leave," she muttered. "I already informed the desk downstairs. The room is cleared under my name."

Klein watched her as she walked toward the door after gathering her belongings.

When her hand reached the handle, she paused.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the metal before relaxing again.

"...Take care of yourself,"

Klein gave a faint nod "You too."

Then she opened the door and left.

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*knock* *knock*

Cynthia, who was sitting on the couch, immediately raised her head, hearing the knock on the front door.

A bright smile spread across her face, and in the next instant, she dashed toward teh entrance.

She pulled the door open and saw Klein standing on the other side.

Without a single word, she stepped forward and jumped into his arms.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while her legs hooked around his waist, locking herself against him.

Before he could even fully react, she pressed her lips against his lips, pouring the entire weight of her missing him into it.

Klein’s hands instinctively moved to support her as he slid one arm under her thighs while the other hand settled against her back.

He stepped fully inside the house with her still clinging to him and closed the door behind him with his foot.

Klein adjusted his hold on her slightly as he moved further into the living room.

Her white hair brushed against his cheek as she leaned in once more, pressing another softer kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Klein..."

Cynthia’s fingers found the hem of his shirt first.

She pulled it upward impatiently, breaking the kiss only long enough for the fabric to pass between them before taking up his mouth again.

Klein helped her by raising his arms, and the shirt was discarded somewhere behind him without care.

Her palms immediately slid over the bare skin of his chest and stomach "Kay... I missed you..."

In return, Klein’s hands moved to the soft fabric of her top.

He pulled it over her head, and Cynthia lifted her arms cooperatively, letting her white hair cascade back down around her shoulders once the top was gone.

She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

She hugged him again, pressing her bare breasts against his chest as she kissed his lips again.

"I missed you so much..."

"Me too, dear."

Cynthia’s fingers dipped to the waistband of his pants, unfastening them while her mouth trailed briefly along his jaw.

Klein simultaneously pushed the shorts she was wearing down over her hips.

The fabric slid down her legs and pooled at her feet.

Klein’s pants followed soon after.

Cynthia helped shove them down along with his underwear, freeing his dick completely.

Her hand brushed against his hardening cock in the process, drawing a quiet breath from him.

In the next moment he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and dragged them down as well.

She stepped free of the last piece of clothing and kissed him.

Klein’s hands settled firmly on the curve of her ass, pulling her even closer until every inch of their warm skin was in contact.

In the next moment he gently pushed her against the nearest wall.

"Hnn?"

Cynthia’s breasts met the cool surface with a soft gasp that was immediately swallowed by another kiss.

Then he shifted behind her and hugged her from behind, pressing his chest flush against her.

The hard length of his cock nestled between the soft cheeks of her ass while he cupped her right breast.

His mouth found the side of her neck.

Cynthia tilted her head to the side with a shaky breath, giving him more access as her hands braced against the wall.

His thumb brushed over the already stiff nipple before rolling it between his fingers, drawing a moan from her throat.

"Aaangh~"

His other hand slid down the flat plane of her stomach before reaching the soft mound between her thighs.

"Nnh..." Cynthia instinctively parted her legs the moment she felt his touch.

He stroked along her pussy folds twice before slowly pushing two fingers inside her.

"Nnghh~"

Cynthia’s hips jerked lightly at the sudden fullness of his fingers.

Her forehead dropped against the wall as a longer, shakier moan left her lips.

Klein’s fingers curled inside her, thrusting in slowly while he rubbed his clit with his palm.

"Aaangh... Klein...~"

Her hips kept rocking back against his hand as his fingers continued to thrust into her and the wet sound of his fingers moving in and out of her filled the quiet living room.

"I’m... wet enough," she managed between shaky breaths. "Kay... just put it in already..."

Klein slowly withdrew his fingers from her dripping pussy.

His hand then gripped the base of his cock and guided the thick head between her thighs, parting her slick folds with the tip until it nestled against her pussy.

Cynthia tensed slightly in anticipation, pressing her palms flatter against the wall.

Klein pushed forward.

The broad head of his cock slowly stretched her pink folds open as it sank into her wet pussy.

A long, trembling moan spilled from Cynthia’s lips the moment hs dick began to enter her.

"Aaangh...~"

He took his time, sinking deeper inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of the thick cock spreading her open.

Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around him, trying to pull him further in even as they adjusted to the size.

"Nnghh... haa... Mnngh...~"

Cynthia’s voice broke into another moan as he finally bottomed out with his hips pressed flush against the soft curve of her ass.

His entire cock was buried inside her and she felt the head of his cock press against her deepest point.

For a moment neither of them moved.

Cynthia’s legs trembled lightly, her forehead resting against the wall as she adjusted to the stretching sensation.

Klein remained buried to the hilt, and she could feel his cock twitching inside her pussy.

His hand slid up from her hip and pressed firmly against the back of her head, guiding her face against the cool wall.

*thud* Cynthia’s cheek met the surface with a soft sound and her breath fogged the paint as she remained pinned between his body.

He pulled his hips back until only the thick head of his cock remained inside her, and the slow drag of his shaft against her slick walls drew a shaky moan from her throat.

"Fuck..."

In the next moment he thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

"Haanghh?!"

Cynthia’s cry echoed in the living room as her body jolted against the wall.

Klein didn’t give her time to recover and slammed his hips again and again, burying his cock fully inside her wet pussy with each thrust.

*plah* *plah* *plah*

"Nnghh~! Haa... Klein...!"

Klein kept her face pressed against the wall with one hand while the other returned to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh roughly in time with his thrusts.

Cynthia’s legs trembled under the force of it while her ass bounced against his hips each time he shoved his cock deep.

"Aaangh~! Yes... just like that...~"

She pushed back against him as much as the position allowed, meeting his thrusts with needy rolls of her hips.

"Nnghh... haa... aaangh~!"

The wall creaked softly under the repeated impact of their bodies.

Cynthia’s fingers curled against the surface, and her nails scraped lightly as the pleasure built with each powerful thrust.

"Haangh~ Haangh~ Yess.. yessss... Kay...."

At that moment the front door opened.

Arwen stepped inside carrying a grocery bag in one arm, and she barely took two steps into the living room when her eyes landed on the scene in front of her.

"...What the hell."

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