Chapter 118: Soft Love And Failing The Challenge
"Isaac, you—" Alice opened her mouth to say something, but Isaac raised a finger to his lips.
"Shh. Emily might wake up. We should keep it quiet. You should know by know how she gets when she’s drunk," he whispered.
"...Right. Let’s let her sleep," she replied, her voice barely above a murmur.
Isaac moved closer. His hands found her waist, and with a gentle lift, he carried her to the bed, laying her on her back.
The dim light of the room cast soft shadows over her body, and Isaac paused, staring at her.
Alice looked up at him. Her face was framed by damp hair, and for a moment, embarrassment flickered in her eyes.
She crossed one arm over her chest, trying to cover herself, but the gesture only accentuated her curves, making her look even sexier.
Isaac felt a surge of desire.
"You’re beautiful," he murmured.
Alice’s cheeks reddened, but she didn’t look away, her eyes locked on his.
Isaac leaned over her. His hands brushed her thighs as he positioned himself. He rubbed himself against her, feeling her wetness. She was ready. Her breath hitched as she waited for him.
But Isaac held back, teasing her with slow, deliberate movements, not entering, just gliding against her.
Alice’s hands gripped the sheets, her body tensing with anticipation.
"Isaac," she whispered, her voice a mix of need and frustration.
He smiled, enjoying her reaction, but her patience snapped.
With a sudden move, Alice pushed him onto his back, flipping their positions. She straddled him. Her hands were now on his chest, and she looked at him with fierce and determined eyes.
Isaac looked up, captivated by the intensity in her gaze. She raised her hips, aligning herself, then lowered slowly, taking him inside.
The sensation was immediate, overwhelming.
Alice gasped. Her body trembled as she climaxed almost instantly, the teasing from earlier having left her on the edge.
Isaac wasn’t far behind. The heat and tightness was pushing him close, but he held on better than her.
Alice began to move. Her hips moved slowly.
She’d wanted quick, frantic release earlier, but now, with him inside her, she seemed to want to savor every moment.
Her movements were gentle, almost tender. Each roll of her hip drew out the connection between them.
Isaac watched her, his heart fluttering at the sight. Her beauty, the way her body moved, the mix of lust and love in her eyes. Everything about her made his pulse race.
"You feel so good," he said, his voice rough with emotion.
Alice smiled, leaning down to kiss him softly.
"So do you," she replied, her breath warm against his lips.
For the first few minutes, they kept it slow. Their bodies found a rhythm that was sweet and unhurried.
The quiet of the room, broken only by their soft breaths and Emily’s faint snores, made it feel intimate, like they were the only two in the world.
Isaac’s hands roamed her back, tracing her curves, while Alice’s fingers pressed into his chest, grounding herself. The pleasure built steadily like a shared warmth that culminated in a mutual climax.
They shuddered together as the release washed over them like a wave.
Alice didn’t pull away, letting him stay inside her while her body became relaxed against his.
She didn’t know Isaac had Life Drain, but she was fine with having his kids. At that moment, she wanted to feel his love as closely as she could.
Isaac smile inwardly, knowing her thoughts.
He placed a hand on her stomach, and activated the Life Drain skill at its weakest setting to drain the life he had poured into her.
The feedback from the skill hit him instantly. Jolts of pleasure made him harden again, his body reacting before his mind caught up.
’Damn,’ he thought, recalling Emily’s insatiable reactions from the day before when she’d used Life Drain on Alice during their intimate movement. ’No wonder she couldn’t stop.’
Alice gasped when he moved.
"Isaac?" she murmured, her voice shaky.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he sat up slowly, keeping himself inside her.
Their bodies now pressed close. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her up and down in a steady rhythm.
The new position brought their faces inches apart, and their breaths mingled.
Alice’s sensitivity, heightened from her recent climax, made her tremble.Her nails dug into his back, leaving faint scratches. Isaac didn’t mind. The pain mixed with pleasure, grounding him in the moment.
As they moved, he looked at her, struck by how beautiful she was.
Her flushed skin, the way her lips parted with each soft moan, the love and desire in her eyes. It was all overwhelming.
His heart beat wildly, caught in the intensity of their connection. Every movement, every touch, felt like a promise, like a shared need that went beyond the physical lust.
"You’re beautiful," he whispered.
Alice’s eyes softened, and kissed him for a moment, savouring his love.
They moved together. His hands lifted and lowered her. The rhythm felt steady but intense.
Alice’s nails scratched harder, and her body arched as the pleasure built again.
Isaac felt himself nearing the edge, the tightness and heat driving him wild.
He could tell Alice was close too. Her breathing had turned ragged, and her movements were growing desperate.
As his climax approached, her inner walls tightened, signaling her own peak.
Alice leaned in, kissing him deeply. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders in a tight hug.
The kiss was fierce. Their tongues tangled as their bodies shuddered together.
They climaxed in unison. The release consumed them, and waves of pleasure crashed through their shared connection.
Alice’s moan was muffled against his lips. Her body trembled as she held him close. Isaac’s hands tightened on her hips, anchoring her as he rode out the sensation.
His mind was blank with bliss.
They stayed like that, locked together. Their breaths slowed.
Alice rested her forehead against his. Her eyes were half-closed, and a satisfied expression decorated her face.
Isaac brushed a hand along her back, savoring the warmth of her skin. Emily’s soft snores continued in the background.
Alice shifted slightly, her body still pressed to his.
A playful glint sparked in her eyes. She leaned back just enough to meet his gaze.
"What, you’re finished already?" she asked, her tone light but challenging.
Isaac raised an eyebrow.
Alice wasn’t planning to let him off easy, not after he’d teased her in the shower. She would ’punish’ for what he had put her through, and pull out every last drop from him.
Before he could respond, Alice kissed him deeply. Her tongue sought his with a fierce intensity.
Their tongues clashed in a playful battle where Alice tried to dominate him. Her heat and boldness stirred Isaac as he fought back.
His tongue overpowered hers with overwhelming force, drawing a soft whimper from her. He felt himself harden inside her as they clashed, and realized this was Alice’s main goal.
Alice’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, knowing she learned one more thing that set him off.
The kiss broke, and Isaac moved swiftly, laying her on her back.
He stayed inside her while he moved.
Looking down on her, his expression was a mix of desire and mock anger. His thumb brushed her lower lip as he held her face.
"First, you teach Emily those tricks, and now you’re taunting me? Are you trying to piss me off?" he asked.
Alice’s gaze looked at him with smugness, as if saying so what.
Then, she parted her lips, kissing his thumb before she drew the thumb into her mouth with a slow, sensual suck.
Her eyes were locked on his. The act was so blatantly sexy that Isaac’s arousal surged, almost painfully.
He groaned, his grip tightening on her waist.
He realized this was her way of saying she was in control of him.
Fine. If she wanted to challenge him, she’d have to handle his response.
He began to move, no longer gentle. His thrusts were deep and fierce.
Alice gasped, surprised by the change in him. Her hands clutched the sheets as she struggled to keep her moans quiet, mindful of Emily sleeping nearby.
"What? Can’t handle what you started," he murmured with a smirk.
Alice’s breath hitched. Her body arched under him.
She could barely suppress the sounds threatening to spill out as he ravaged her. Each movement pushed her closer to the edge.
Suddenly, Isaac flipped her over, keeping himself inside her.
He grabbed one of her legs, lifting it and spinning her onto her stomach in a fluid motion, ensuring he never came out of her.
"Kya—!"
Alice yelped, startled by the sudden shift, and quickly clapped a hand over her mouth.
She glanced at Emily, her heart racing, checking if the noise had woken her.
Emily’s snores continued, unbroken, and Alice sighed in relief.
She didn’t want to disturb her, knowing how exhausted Emily must be after the rough treatment Isaac put her through in the morning.
Now on her stomach, Alice felt Isaac’s weight over her. His body pressed her into the bed.
He entered her from behind. The angle was intense and unrelenting.
He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.
"Keep those hands there, or you’ll wake Emily with how loud you’re about to scream," he whispered.
"Isaac, what are—" she started, but her words cut off as he moved.
The depth of his thrusts, combined with the position, made her shudder.
Isaac had her pinned completely. His elbows sunk into the bed for support, and his hands gripped her horns to hold her in place.
Alice couldn’t move. Her body was at his mercy as he pounded into her with fierce intensity.
Her gaze grew misty, and her hands weakened over her mouth.
She glanced at Emily, using the sight of her sleeping form to anchor herself, to keep her moans suppressed.
If Emily weren’t asleep, Alice wasn’t sure what sort of sounds she’d let slip.
"You’re so beautiful and kind, Alice" said Isaac, kissing her neck. "I love you."
Alice’s heart fluttered, even as her body trembled under his relentless pace. She turned her head slightly to look at him.
His words, paired with the way he looked at her, made her feel cherished, desired in a way that went beyond the physical.
Isaac kept going. His movements were unwavering, driving her toward another peak.
Her nails dug into the sheets. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps. The pleasure was overwhelming, building with every thrust, and she knew she wouldn’t last much longer.
Isaac felt his own release approaching. Her tightness and the way she responded pushed him to the edge.
Alice sensed it too, feeling him twitch inside her.
She turned her head slightly, and her lips locked against his in a deep, desperate kiss.
They climaxed together. The shared wave of ecstasy that left them breathless. Alice’s muffled moan vibrated against his lips while her body shook as she held him close.
They continued after a short break. Each time Isaac filled her, Alice felt swell of warmth in her heart. Her mind desperately demanded his love while her body demanded his lust.
They didn’t stop until much later.
They collapsed, still entwined. Their breaths were heavy in the quiet room.
Alice was senseless. Her body was limp, and covered in sweat. Her neck and chest bore the marks of Isaac’s love bites.
Isaac pulled out for the first time since they’d started. Their combined fluids leaked onto the sheets almost immediately.
Alice’s head remained turned to the side. Her hair was fanned out beneath her, her body glistening. It was a sight that stirred him, even in his exhaustion.
He noticed Emily, still asleep, had shifted in her sleep. Her hand was holding Alice’s since sometime earlier while Alice and Isaac were going at it.
The image—Alice’s spent form, Emily’s innocent touch—was undeniably hot.
Isaac’s lips twitched in a mix of amusement and arousal.
He stood, stumbling slightly in the afterglow, and grabbed his device from his discarded clothes. It looked like a smartphone from his old world, sleek and familiar. He returned to the bed.
"Hey, Alice, look here," he said in a soft but playful voice.
Alice was too exhausted to move, her body heavy with satisfaction.
She turned her eyes toward him, barely registering the device. When she saw the camera, she recalled something, and with her free hand—the one not held by Emily—she formed a peace sign.
The cute yet slutty gesture made Isaac chuckle.
He shook his head, and thought, ’I need to see what kind of absurd ’research papers’ this girl had read.’
He snapped the photo, capturing the moment of Alice’s exhausted but playful expression, her peace sign, and Emily’s unaware presence.
It was a memory he’d keep of today when Alice’s Talent was revealed to others, and how they celebrated afterwards.
Alice’s eyes fluttered, and she met his gaze.
"That was..." started Alice, her voice trailing off, too tired to find the right word.
"Amazing," finished Isaac as he kissed her lightly.
She nodded, her cheeks still flushed.
"You’re still evil for earlier," she said in a playful tone.
"But didn’t you like it?" he replied with a soft but genuine grin.
Alice snorted softly, careful not to wake Emily.
"Let’s clean up," said Isaac. "You go in first. I will come after changing the sheets."
He stood, helping Alice off the bed.
Both of them moved quietly to avoid disturbing Emily.
Alice reached for her clothes, but as she tried to stand, her legs wobbled, and she froze. Her ears turned red, and she looked at Isaac, embarrassment creeping into her expression.
"Can you... carry me to the bathroom? I can’t move," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Isaac’s lips twitched into a smug smile.
"Sure," he said, scooping her up effortlessly.
Alice grumbled, her eyes narrowing as she muttered under her breath. "Next time, you’re the one who is going to lose."
Isaac chuckled, carrying her across the room. "We’ll see."
He set her down gently near the couch, then turned to change the sheets.
The ones they’d used were a mess, and he didn’t want Emily waking up to that.
He worked quickly, swapping them out for fresh ones, then carefully lifted Emily, laying her back on the bed.
She mumbled something in her sleep, curling into the blanket, and Isaac smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
With Emily settled, he returned to Alice, lifting her again and carrying her to the bathroom.
As he helped her clean up, wiping away the sweat and evidence of their passion, a nagging feeling tugged at him.
He was forgetting something, but it couldn’t be important if it wasn’t coming to mind.
Shrugging it off, he focused on Alice while her body was relaxed in his arms.
Once they were clean, he filled the bathtub, intending to soak their tired muscles.
The water was normal at first, but as Alice settled in, her body’s heat warmed it, turning the bath into a comforting, hot soak.
Isaac sat in the tub,
Alice perched on his lap, her back against his chest.
His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as she leaned into him, resting.
The silence was soothing, broken only by the soft lapping of water.
They didn’t need words, content to simply be together. Their bodies and minds were at ease after the intensity of the night.
Alice’s breathing slowed, and her head nestled under his chin, and Isaac felt a warmth that went beyond the water.
He ran a hand along her arm as they soaked their bodies.
After a while, Isaac broke the silence. His voice was soft but serious. "Alice, I have something I need to tell you."