The corridor was deathly quiet, the only sounds being Sunny's ragged breathing and the faint metallic creak of armor whenever he strained against Nephis's hold.
Nephis kept edging him with merciless patience.
Her left hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes over the front of his armor, pressing and rubbing the thick, throbbing outline of his cock through the plates. Every time his hips twitched or his breathing grew too desperate, she would ease the pressure just enough to keep him on the razor's edge — never letting him tip over, never giving him the friction he craved. His cock pulsed uncontrollably, leaking steadily, the pomegranate scent growing heavier in the confined space.
Behind her perfectly stoic face and indifferent silver gaze, Nephis was burning.
Her pussy was soaked, inner walls clenching rhythmically around nothing, slick dripping down her thighs and soaking into the inner layers beneath the [Starlight Legion Armor]. She was thankful for the thick plating and the soaked undergarment — they hid everything. No one would ever know how close she was to losing control herself.
Sunny, still pinned helplessly against the wall, couldn't stop staring.
With her knee raised high to pin his torso, the angle gave him an incredible view: the powerful, sculpted lines of her thighs, the mouth-watering curve of her ass straining against the silver plates, and her full breasts pressed forward, nearly brushing his face with every slow breath she took. The sight only made his desperation worse.
Sunny hated how much he loved the sight. He didn't hate being dominated like this.
But he would much rather have her pinned beneath him, begging instead.
The pain from his Flaw was starting to claw at the edges of his mind — that unbearable pressure that came when he tried to hide the truth from himself or others. He couldn't endure it much longer.
As he remembered, Nephis's voice, that calm and serene voice. It was regal and authoritative demanding an answer, but also had an almost gentle quality to it. "Beg properly then. Tell me exactly what you want… and why you think you deserve it after acting like a lecherous little cockroach all evening."
Sunny's jaw clenched. His pride screamed, but the pain and lust were winning.
He finally broke, voice rough, breathless, and unexpectedly raw:
"I want to fuck you, Neph," he rasped, voice hoarse and raw. "Not just fuck — I want to bury myself so deep inside you that we forget where one of us ends and the other begins. Because we're made for each other. — you're the only one who can burn me alive and still make me feel alive.
I want to bury myself inside you until the only thing left in this cursed world is you and me."
"I want to ruin you, I want to ruin you Changing Star. I want to ruin the Star of Ruin. the way you ruin me… because you're-you will be mine, I want to fuck you until nothing else makes sense anymore."
The words hung in the air — honest, desperate, charged with something far deeper than simple lust.
Nephis didn't show it outwardly, but she was taken aback.
For a split second, her silver eyes widened a fraction. The pressure of her knee against his torso lightened noticeably.
That was all the opening Sunny needed.
With a feral growl, he lunged forward.
Using the sudden slack, he shoved her backward with all his strength. Nephis stumbled, and both of them crashed to the floor of the empty corridor. Sunny landed on top of her.
The impact was surprisingly gentle despite the force — he didn't want to hurt her, only to claim her, it was not like either of the two sleepers could get hurt from just a falling on the floor.
He tried to pin her wrists above her head with one hand, but he was too short and so were his arms, so instead his body pressed down between her spread thighs. As he felt the heat radiating from her crotch, the metal plates of the armour which had saved nephis from countless injures seemed like an unnecessary component to him now, as he mentally cursed the plates.
Refusing to waste another moment Sunny crashed his mouth against hers in a hungry, shameless kiss.
before she could react, his mouth crashed against hers in a hungry, shameless kiss.
She bit his lower lip — not hard enough to draw blood, but firm, possessive, a soft warning wrapped in heat. Her hands came up to fist in his hair, tugging sharply as she kissed him back with equal hunger, tongue sliding against his in a slow, filthy dance.
Sunny groaned into the kiss, hips grinding down against her armored crotch, desperate to feel her heat even through the metal.
When they finally broke apart for air, Nephis looked up at him — silver eyes dark, breathing just a touch faster than usual, lips slightly swollen from the kiss and the bite.
Her voice, however, remained calm and controlled, even as she lay beneath him on the cold floor.
"…You talk too much when you're desperate," she murmured, almost softly.
Then she bit his lip again — harder this time — and rolled her hips up against him in clear invitation.
Sunny's eyes darkened with raw need.
He was no longer pinned.
And he had every intention of making her pay for the edging… and for making him beg.
The corridor was silent except for their heavy breathing and the faint metallic sounds of armor shifting.
Neither of them was thinking about sleep anymore.