Welcome to the Innocent World-Chapter 281: Lyra & Afa ll

The underground chamber was quiet except for the far-off *CLANG* and *BOOM* of swords and auras colliding above. The reddish-pink neon lights flickered across the concrete walls, throwing soft shadows over the two women pressed against each other.

Lyra had Afa pinned gently but firmly against the wall, her red one-piece riding high on her hips, blonde hair spilling over one shoulder. Afa’s back was flat to the cold concrete, her dark curls messy, cheeks burning red, completely naked and breathing fast.

Lyra’s fingers slid slowly between Afa’s thighs, brushing the slick heat she found there.

"Be honest, Afa," Lyra whispered, her voice low and teasing, green eyes locked on Afa’s. "Did you really enjoy it with Alaric?"

Afa bit her lip, trying to glare, but the blush spreading down her neck gave her away. "Ahmm..W-what are you thinking? Are you an idiot..l-let me go..ahhhh.." she managed, voice shaky.

Lyra smiled, slow and knowing, and let one finger glide along Afa’s slick folds. "Women get weak for hot guys like Austin," she said softly. "Compared to him, your alien looks... well, rough. Ugly, even. Tell me the truth—were you actually turned on, or were you just scared?"

She pressed closer. Their boobs brushed, nipples grazing through the thin fabric of Lyra’s outfit. Lyra slipped a finger inside, slow and deliberate.

Afa’s breath hitched. "Ahhmmm..."

"See?" Lyra murmured, adding a second finger and sliding them in and out of Afa’s pussy, gentle but steady. "You’re already soaked wet in your hole. He never got you this wet, did he?"

Afa’s hands dropped to Lyra’s wrist, trying to slow her down, but there was no strength behind it. "S-stop..." she whispered through clenched teeth, legs trembling.

Lyra leaned in, lips brushing Afa’s ear. "Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Admit it." She kissed down Afa’s neck, then lower, closing her mouth over one dark nipple and sucking softly. Afa’s back arched against the wall.

"I’m married, you know," Lyra continued between kisses, curling her fingers deeper, "but I still fucked Austin every chance I got. I don’t care what anyone calls me. That feeling when he touches you... that confidence, those hard, relentless thrusts of his hips. When that rock hard dick is thrusting inside, hitting you at right places—like he’s claiming every inch of you..." She sucked harder on Afa’s breast, then let go with a soft pop. "Alaric never gave you that, did he?"

Afa’s head fell back against the concrete, a helpless whimper slipping out as Lyra’s fingers kept their slow, steady rhythm.

"Tell me," Lyra coaxed, lifting her head so their eyes met again, her thumb circling Afa’s clit. "Tell me Austin felt better."

Afa’s lips parted, breath coming in little gasps. Her hips rocked forward on their own, chasing Lyra’s hand. "I... I hate you, ahh.." she managed, voice breaking.

Lyra just smiled, kissed the corner of Afa’s mouth, and pushed her fingers deeper. "I know, baby. But your body’s honest even when you’re not." She curled her fingers just right, and Afa’s moan echoed through the empty chamber, loud enough that both of them knew the people above probably didn’t hear a thing over the battle.

Far above, another *BOOM* shook the sky—Zero and Alaric still tearing the night apart—but down here, in the neon glow, Lyra kept whispering sweet, filthy truths against Afa’s skin, drawing out every shaky breath until Afa’s pride finally cracked and the only name on her lips was the one she wasn’t supposed to want.

Afa’s back was flat against the cool concrete, shoulders shaking. Her dark curls stuck to her sweaty forehead, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted.

"Ahhh..." she moaned again, the sound slipping out before she could stop it.

Lyra’s fingers moved slow and deep inside her, curling just right. She felt the way Afa’s walls fluttered and tightened, hot and slick.

"Yeah... there it is," Lyra whispered, voice low and warm against Afa’s ear. "You’re feeling it now, aren’t you? All those nights with Austin... your body remembers."

Afa’s thighs trembled hard. She slapped a hand over her own mouth, trying to keep the noises in. "Ahh... oh god... please..."

Lyra smiled, leaned in, and pulled that hand away gently. "Come on, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. We’re the only ones down here." She pressed their lips together, soft at first, then deeper when Afa kissed back without thinking.

Afa’s eyes flew open for a second, wide and shocked, then fluttered shut again as Lyra pinned her harder against the wall and sped up her finger moments in her pussy.

"Ahhmm... no... I’m gonna..." Afa’s voice cracked. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, not from pain, just from the feeling that was too big to fight anymore.

"Cum?" Lyra finished for her, voice silky and sure. "Yes, baby, do it. Do it for Austin."

Her fingers thrust faster, thumb circling Afa’s clit in tight, perfect strokes.

Afa’s whole body went stiff for one heartbeat, then shattered.

"Ahhhh!" She grabbed Lyra’s wrist with both hands, holding it right where it was as her hips jerked forward. Her legs shook so hard her knees almost buckled. Wetness coated Lyra’s fingers and dripped down her own thighs.

"Yeah, girl... just like that," Lyra murmured, slowing but not stopping, drawing the pleasure out until Afa was gasping and leaning on her for support.

Afa’s head dropped forward, forehead resting on Lyra’s shoulder, breath coming in shaky little puffs. "Ahhh..fuck..ahhh," she whispered, voice raw.

Lyra just laughed softly, kissed the top of her messy curls, and finally slid her fingers free. "Yeah, release your juices just like that," she said, bringing her hand up and licking one finger clean without breaking eye contact.

Lyra stepped back, wiped her hand on her thigh, and gave Afa a lazy, satisfied smile. "When Zero finishes your ’Master’ upstairs, maybe you’ll thank me."

Afa slid down the wall an inch, legs still trembling, cheeks burning hotter than the neon lights ever could. She didn’t answer, just hugged her own knees and tried to catch her breath while the war upstairs kept roaring.