Elizabeth couldn’t form words anymore. Her body had taken over, instincts she didn’t know she possessed surging to the surface. Her claws extended fully now, digging into Liam’s shoulders as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her tail thrashed wildly, wrapping tighter around his leg as if afraid he might pull away.

With one swift motion, Liam tore the towel from his waist, letting it fall to the floor. His cock pressed against her stomach, hard and pulsing. Without warning, his mouth crashed against hers, tongue sweeping past her lips in a desperate, hungry kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, her body arching against him, breasts pressing against his bare chest, nipples hardening to painful points. The taste of him, mint and basil, and something deeper, more primal filled her senses as his tongue explored her mouth with an intensity that left her dizzy.

"Haaah-L-l-l-iam", she gasped between kisses, her hands roaming over his broad back, feeling the powerful muscles shift beneath her fingers.

His hand moved from her ass to the bottom of her towel, bunching the fabric in his fist. With a single tug, he tore it open. The cool air hit her bare skin, making her nipples tighten further.

"Beautiful," he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at her.

Elizabeth felt exposed, vulnerable and utterly aroused. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, pale pink nipples standing erect, begging for his attention. Her stomach quivered under his gaze, and lower still, her inner thighs glistened with her juices.

Liam’s hand returned to her ass, this time sliding around to the front, fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping lower. His touch was tentative at first, exploring the slick heat between her legs with a reverence that made her whimper.

"Please," she whispered, not entirely sure what she was asking for but knowing she needed more.

His red eyes locked with hers, pupils dilated until only a thin ring of crimson remained. "I’ve wanted this since the first day," he confessed, his voice rough with desire. "Wanted you."

Liam guided her down with one hand on her shoulder, gentle but firm, and she went. Knees on the floor, face level with him, close enough that the heat coming off his skin carried the salt-musk smell of sweat and arousal.

Elizabeth looked up. Pink hair falling across her forehead, cheeks flushed dark, mouth slightly parted. Her cat ears were pressed flat against her skull, nervous, not afraid. The distinction mattered to him more than he expected.

His cock hung heavy in front of her, slick at the tip, and a bead of precum stretched and fell, landing on her lower lip. She didn’t flinch. Just stared at it, then up at him, like she was waiting for instructions she’d never admit she wanted. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Suck it," Liam said low and simple.

Her throat bobbed. A tiny sound escaped her half-protest, half-compliance, and she leaned forward.

But she didn’t take it in. Not yet, her tongue came out first, tentative, dragging a slow stripe up the underside. Testing and tasting. Her brow furrowed like she was solving a puzzle, and the sight of this confident, stubborn, sword-swinging woman kneeling here trying to figure out his cock like it was a boss mechanic hit him somewhere deep in his chest.

He groaned. Couldn’t help the sound, didn’t try to hide it.

Elizabeth’s gaze snapped up at that. A flicker of pride crossed her features. She licked again, more deliberate this time, circling the head with the flat of her tongue, and his hips twitched forward on instinct.

"There you go." He brushed the hair from her face, tucking the loose strands behind one flushed ear. Liam’s thumb traced along her cheekbone. Soft. She was so soft here, under the armour and the attitude. "Good girl."

Her whole body reacted to that. A visible shudder, ears perking up before flattening again, a whimper muffled against his shaft. She pressed her thighs together.

"Open wider," he said. "No teeth, you’ll figure it out."

She nodded once, quick, almost businesslike, like she was accepting a quest objective and opened her mouth. Tongue out, jaw stretched, looking up at him with those wide pink irises and an expression caught between determination and something desperately vulnerable.

Liam rocked forward, slowly. The head slipped past her lips, and the wet heat of her mouth closed around him, and his fingers curled into her hair at the base of her head, not pulling her hair but steadying her.

Elizabeth gagged once, then pulled back, coughed, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Sorry..."

"Don’t apologise." His thumb rubbed small circles against her scalp. "You’re doing well, breathe through your nose."

She shot him a look, annoyed, embarrassed, turned on and went back in like she had a point to prove. This time, she found a rhythm. Tongue working in spirals along the shaft, lips sealed tight, head bobbing with increasing confidence. Sloppy and imperfect and absolutely devastating.

Liam’s head dropped back. His grip tightened in her hair, guiding her pace, not forcing it. Every time she did a thing that worked, twisting her tongue at the ridge, hollowing her cheeks on the upstroke, he rewarded her with a sound. A groan or a hiss through his teeth. Her name was barely audible.

She was learning from him in real time. Cataloguing what made him react, competitive even here.

"Elizabeth." His hand cupped the back of her head, thumb stroking behind her ear. She hummed around him, and his vision blurred at the edges.

"You’re...yeah, just like that, baby." Liam Smiled.

She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his cock, and looked up at him. Breathing hard, cheeks flushed with colour, a smear of precum on her chin, she hadn’t noticed.

"Am I doing it right?" Elizabeth said in a shy voice. Nothing like the woman who’d swung a greatsword at his face three hours ago.

He cupped her jaw, tilted her face up and ran his thumb across her lower lip, smearing the mess there, and watched her tongue chase the touch without thinking.

"You’re a natural," he said. Completely straight-faced.

She punched his thigh, not hard. "Don’t make fun of me right now, I swear to..."

He guided her back onto him mid-sentence, and she went willingly, the complaint dissolving into a muffled moan that vibrated through his entire body.

[TOOL TIP: THE EXPERIMENTAL PALATE]

Status: "Quest" in Progress.

The "Boss Mechanic" Instinct: Elizabeth has approached this encounter with the same competitive determination she uses for high-level raids, "cataloguing" Liam’s reactions to unlock the [Rhythmic Mastery] skill in record time.

Tactical Buff [Good Girl]: Liam’s verbal reinforcement has triggered a [Total System Shudder], granting +200% Compliance and causing cat ears to fluctuate between "Nervous" and "Eager" settings.

Environmental Hazard [Sloppy & Devastating]: The "Wet Pop" and "String of Saliva" effects indicate a 100% success rate in the [Oral Equilibrium] phase.