I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game-Chapter 98: Side Story 21 Junior X Half Girl minotaur

"Junior," Lyra whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion. "I..."

He pulled her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You don’t have to say anything," he murmured, his arms tightening around her. "I know."

The fire crackled softly, the embers glowing like distant stars beneath the canopy of the forest. Junior lay on his back, his chest rising and falling steadily, one arm draped protectively around Lyra. She rested her head on his shoulder, her spiraling horns brushing against his skin, her breath warm and rhythmic against his neck. The night was quiet, but the air between them felt electric, alive with something unspoken.

Lyra shifted slightly, her cloven hooves scraping against the soft earth. She tilted her head up to look at him, her sharp features softened by the firelight. Her eyes, a deep, molten gold, searched his face. "Junior," she began, her voice low but steady. "I’ve never... I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never been with someone who saw me. Not just what I am, but... who I am."

Junior’s hand moved to her face, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "You’re not a monster, Lyra," he said firmly, his voice carrying a weight that made her shiver. "You’re strong. You’re beautiful. And you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

She let out a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You don’t know how much that means to me," she whispered. "Most people see the horns, the legs, the fur... they see a thing. But you... you see me."

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. "I see you," he murmured. "And I’m not letting you go."

Lyra’s breath hitched, her hands curling into fists against his chest. She wanted to believe him, to trust that this wasn’t just some fleeting moment of passion. But the scars of her past, the years of being treated as less than human, made it hard to let go of the fear that this was all just a dream.

"Junior," she said, her voice trembling, "what happens when we leave this forest? When we’re back in the real world? People are cruel. They’ll never accept us. They’ll never accept me."

He cupped her face in both hands, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Then we’ll face them together," he said fiercely. "I don’t care what anyone thinks. You’re not alone anymore."

Her heart swelled, a warm, unfamiliar feeling spreading through her chest. She leaned into his touch, her body pressing against his as if she could melt into him. Maybe, she thought, just maybe, he’s strong enough to carry the weight of my fear. Maybe he’s strong enough to love me.

Her lips found his, a slow, tentative kiss that quickly deepened into something more. Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his skin, the steady thrum of his heartbeat. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, the heat of his body mingling with hers.

Junior’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, before settling on her hips. He pulled her closer, his breath hitching as their bodies aligned perfectly. "Lyra," he growled, his voice rough with desire, "tell me what you want."

She hesitated for a moment, her golden eyes searching his. Then, with a small, determined smile, she whispered, "You. I want you."

That was all he needed to hear. His hands moved with purpose, his fingers trailing over her soft fur, the muscles of her powerful legs. She shivered under his touch, her body responding eagerly to every caress. He kissed her again, this time with a desperate hunger that left her breathless.

Lyra’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Her legs parted, her cloven hooves digging into the ground as she arched against him. She could feel the length of him pressing against her, teasing her, making her ache with need.

"Please," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Junior, please."

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a low groan, he positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers as he pushed inside. Lyra’s breath caught, her body tightening around him as he filled her completely. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back as she adjusted to the sensation.

Junior moved slowly at first, his hands gripping her hips as he eased into her, savoring the way she clung to him. "You’re so tight," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So perfect."

Lyra’s hands moved to his shoulders, her claws digging into his skin as she urged him to move faster. He complied, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, each one driving her closer to the edge. She could feel the heat building inside her, a pressure that threatened to consume her entirely.

"Junior," she gasped, her voice shaking. "I’m... I’m going to..."

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he drove into her one last time. With a cry of pure ecstasy, she fell apart, her body trembling with the force of her release. Junior followed soon after, his own climax crashing over him like a wave, leaving them both breathless and trembling.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. Lyra’s hands rested on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over his skin as she tried to calm her racing heart.

"Junior," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Thank you. For... for everything."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his arms tightening around her. "You don’t have to thank me," he murmured. "I’m just glad I found you."

She smiled, a soft, contented smile that reached her eyes. For the first time in her life, she felt truly seen. Truly loved. And as they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this could last.