Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1373: The phoenix comes to the dragon. Not the other way around. You understand that... right? Part-1~

Drip...

Water softly dripped from Thalia’s wet crimson hair, each droplet tracing a shimmering path down her bare shoulder before falling into the steaming hot spring.

Ripples broke the surface, dancing around her soft curves, mingling with others as the heat clung to her pale skin. She leaned against the cold stone at the edge, a delicious contrast of sensation, her nipples tingling from the chill behind her while her thighs burned from the water.

Thalia’s crimson gaze lingered on Aether, who sat submerged only a few feet away. Mist curled around him, hiding and then revealing the hard lines of his body. His chest rose and fell, droplets trickling over his collarbone, the silver of his hair half-melted against flushed skin.

He looked like a creature made for temptation... powerful, almost dangerous!

Aether’s white, wet hair plastered against his cheeks, his jaw shadowed by steam.

"Hmm..."

He groaned as the hot spring’s heat wrapped his body, every muscle loosening under its touch.

"Fuck, this is perfect..." The low sound slipped from his lips, guttural, his eyes rolling back with pleasure as the warmth soaked deep into flesh and bone.

"Never thought a spring could feel this damn good..."

For a moment, he simply let himself drift, surrendering to the fog and the water.

’This is best... but it’s going to be even more best!’ he mused. He turned his gaze to Thalia, and for a split second, the steam parted enough for him to see... her hair floating like a halo, her breasts half-submerged, the tight rose of her areola peeking above the waterline, nipples stiff from heat and chill.... Or maybe it was the way she watched him!

She was too beautiful for this world, too dangerous!!

He grinned.

"What?" he asked, voice deep and lazy, echoing through the mist.

Thalia frowned, studying his every movement. "Did you... do ’something’ while I was out?"

Aether blinked and scoffed, "I’m not the bastard who’d do ’something’ to a girl who was unconscious!" His tone carried a hint of pride, chest puffing out, arms flexing beneath the water.

"Give me a little credit, Thalia."

How ridiculous of her, thinking him this low!

[... 👀!]

Ahem!

Thalia blinked, then snorted, looking away. "Pussy," she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear. But Aether didn’t rise to the bait; he just watched her, his lips curled in a half-smirk,

"You didn’t tell me why you were unconscious? What happened?"

Thalia’s cheeks flared red, the colour rising to the tips of her ears. There was no way she could tell him the truth... how her own fingers had found their way between her thighs in the dark, how thoughts of him had stoked a fire so bright she’d burned out, gone blank from pleasure.

Hell no!

That’s utterly disgusting!!

Especially telling it to the man who was not even looking at her lustfully! Or maybe he was, and she just wanted more.

"I don’t know..." Thalia shrugged, her voice low and soft, almost lost in the rush of the water. She let her palm dip beneath the surface, cupping the heated spring and slowly pouring it over her shoulder. Her breasts lifted, skin gleaming, water gliding between the deep valley of her cleavage, trailing down to her navel.

"Ha... If only there was wine in my hand... this would be fucking heaven," she groaned, her lips parted in a sultry sigh, eyelids half-shut as the pleasure of the heat and the fantasy mingled.

Aether hummed, "Don’t worry, soon everything will be ready and you’ll get everything," he promised, his gaze slipping over her slick, naked form. He let the words hang, suggestive, a dangerous promise curling at the edges... He winked, just to watch her react.

Thalia smirked, "Everything?" she echoed, letting her legs drift apart beneath the water, feeling the hot current lick at the sensitive folds of her pussy. She arched her back against the stone, her nipples emerging further, the heavy curves of her breasts rising just above the surface, pale and beaded with droplets.

She looked like a goddess in the steam—untouchable, yet aching to be touched.

"You sure you can handle that, Aether?"

Aether nodded, not breaking eye contact, the tip of his cock throbbing beneath the water at the sight of her brazen pose.

"Yup, everything~" he replied, voice slow and thick, staring into her eyes as if he could see through her, read every filthy thought in her mind.

The space between them crackled with tension, lust winding tighter with every silent heartbeat.

Neither of them said anything... just stared into each other’s eyes.

Aether beckoned his finger with lust-filled eyes, slow and deliberate, the mist swirling as if obeying his unspoken desire. His lips curled in a knowing smile, gaze devouring every inch of Thalia’s body, tracking the water droplets that slid down her bare skin, gathering in the deep curve between her breasts.

Thalia smirked, shaking her head. "Come to me if you want," she said with a low, sultry challenge, her voice soaked in heat and pride.

She arched her back, breasts pressing higher, hard nipples glistening as she rolled her shoulders, shifting deliberately so the peaks of her curves rose above the surface.

She already had done her best before; she wasn’t going to fall for this bastard’s tricks again. The last time, she’d melted for him... tonight, he would beg!!

He’d ignored her earlier, pretended indifference. If anyone should crawl through the spring, hands outstretched, it was him.

Not her!

Not the other way around anymore!

Hmph!

That’s his punishment for ignoring her!

Aether raised his eyebrows, a slow, deep hum rising in his throat. "You look too good in this steam, Thalia..." he murmured, his words coiling around her like invisible fingers, his voice a slow drag against her nerves.

"Like some forbidden goddess who came down just to tempt me."

Thalia’s eyes narrowed, a shiver racing along her spine. She let her own gaze travel over him, not hiding her hunger.

She studied the sturdy curve of his body, the defined lines of his chest, the way his hips flared beneath the water. His thighs shifted, muscles flexing, and the surface rippled as he shifted position, the waterline sliding higher over his abs, then dipping to reveal the faint trail of hair leading down.

She could see the tension in his hands, the pulse running wild beneath his skin. He was holding back — just as she was... .But neither of them moved!

They both waited, neither willing to surrender first.

The hot spring had turned into a battlefield of pride and lust.

Looks like Aether needs to give a carrot to catch the fish~

Aether smirked softly, then widened his legs beneath the water. The surface parted, and his cock emerged... hard, thick, flushed, the tip a deep shade of red, almost angry with need.

The water magnified the scene, distorting the shaft as if it were longer, thicker, throbbing with urgency.

Thalia gulped, lips parting as she stared at his cock, the head arching up, pointing towards the stars lost above the swirling mist. She could see the veins, the rigid curve, the heavy sack below, swollen by heat and want. Her thighs squeezed together, but she held her ground, her fingers toying absently with the water, unable to tear her gaze away.

For some reason, his cock seemed even stiffer, more swollen than before.

She’d seen it before, touched it, even tasted it — but now, under the glare of starelight and steam, it looked almost monstrous in its size, its hunger.

The heat of the spring seemed to make everything bigger, more sensitive.

His cock and balls seemed impossibly full, ready to burst!

As she stared, her breath slowing, she watched him move.... He slid his hand up — slowly, deliberately — grasping the shaft at its base, then curling his fingers upward.

The minerals of the spring turned his movements slippery, letting his fist glide up and down, working up a frothy lather.

He peeled back his foreskin with a practised roll, exposing the fat rim of his helmet, swollen and glistening. He circled his thumb along the ridge, caressing, teasing, letting the water trickle down over the tip.

The sight was obscene and... hypnotic~

She raised her eyebrows, unable to stop herself from glancing at Aether’s face. He didn’t look away — he stared right at her, a half-lazy, half-wicked smile on his lips as he continued stroking himself. The water splashed lightly against his thighs with each movement, and his breath came in soft, strained grunts.

What the fuck was he doing? Especially in front of her? But that’s what made it hotter.

She could feel her own arousal pulse between her legs, heat swelling inside her, desire spreading like wildfire.

He lay there, king of the spring, the palm of his hand wrapped around his thick, pulsating cock, his thumb sliding slowly, expertly over the sensitive, leaking tip. Every now and then, his hips flexed, the shaft pushing further out of the water, cockhead gleaming with a mixture of spring water and pre-cum.

Thalia gulped, her fingers drifting unconsciously under the water, inching closer to her slit, the need to touch herself almost overpowering. Her folds throbbed with heat, swollen and sensitive, the water teasing every nerve.

"Turned on?" His voice cut through the fog, low, heavy with musk and amusement. It sent a shock through her chest, and she jerked her hand back, fighting to hide her embarrassment.

"W-What? Turned on by your pathetic, shameless display? Of course not, bastard!" Her voice was sharp, but a tremor betrayed her.

She tossed her hair back, trying to glare!

"Don’t mind me," he smirked, still stroking himself with slow, maddening patience, his eyes locked on her every reaction.

"You carry on."

"Carry on?" She snapped, brows furrowed. "Hell no!" She scoffed, but her own hand twitched beneath the water, aching for relief.

He only chuckled, low and deep, before stroking his cock harder. The water broke with every thrust of his fist, the motion sending ripples outward to caress her thighs. He groaned, leaning back against the rock, muscles taut and flushed, every inch of him wild and beautiful in the shimmering haze. He looked like he could fuck her senseless right there, and make the gods jealous.

It must feel good, right?

"Feel nice?" she asked, trying for an annoyed edge... but her voice cracked with need. She could feel the itch at her slit, a heat spreading through her core, a longing that threatened to drive her mad. Her clit throbbed in the water, every nerve awake, and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to fight the urge to join him.

Aether smiled, his teeth glinting between parted lips, "Making you watch me... is even more turning me on~" he whispered, his eyes narrowed with wicked delight.

His body tensed, and he groaned, stroking himself faster, the sound of slapping water rising in tempo, droplets splashing up onto his belly.

The thumb and forefinger of his left hand clamped hard around the base of his cock, veins bulging under his grip, locking every inch of blood inside.

His other fingers cupped and massaged his balls, heavy and tight, rolling them with possessive care. His right hand worked up and down the thick, pulsing shaft—fingers gliding over every vein, the slippery friction sending shivers through his whole body.

His palm squeezed and released, thumb circling the crown, caressing the rim of his shiny, engorged helmet, smearing the pre-cum that spilled from the tip. It glazed his meaty rod in a sheen that sparkled in the starlight before the water could wash it away.

She gulped, her throat tightening at the waste. Watching the pre-cum dissolve into the spring, she fought a sudden, hungry urge to dive forward and lick every drop before it vanished.

That was a waste!

Her pussy throbbed, her hips rolled with the need to taste him, the urge raw and wild.

Her eyes could not leave his hand. Each movement was deliberate, erotic—a show just for her.

She tracked his grip as it slid from the swollen root to the angry red head, the way his fingers stroked and curled, the tip swelling with each pass, foreskin rolling back, shiny and bare. His cock was obscene, beautiful, thick enough that her mouth watered.

Her thighs squeezed tighter, every nerve awake beneath the water. The heat lapped at her slit, teasing her lips, making her ache.

Thalia gulped, voice breaking, "I-I... ahem, I didn’t realise your cock... was so b-big!" Her words spilled out, breathless, her cheeks flaming red, heart pounding faster and faster.

Aether grinned, delighting in her surrender, "Is not that big?" he teased coyly, letting his hand stroke the shaft even slower, flexing for her, letting her see every twitch and bulge. His smirk was savage as her eyes lingered, drinking in every detail, hunger blooming across her features.

"W... W-Well it looks pretty big to me compared to before!" she stammered, her thighs squeezing together, her hand unconsciously drifting lower, brushing over her swollen, needy folds beneath the water. Her fingers brushed her clit, making her gasp, her hips shivering.

Aether’s cock twitched in his hand, veins standing out, the shaft flexing and growing harder, the visible pipe under the cock pulsing with every heartbeat. It looked like he could erupt at any moment, cum pouring out like a fountain—but then, suddenly, he stopped stroking.

"Why did you stop!"