Server Lost - Chapter 37 play

The heat of his anger cooled from his face, leaving a stoic and aloof expression behind. Jack’s gaze drifted up from Sidon’s sternum, she was still holding his head after all this time. Looking down at him with her soft pink eyes that with the shadow over her face, seemed to glow.

To Jack all the light in the room dimmed, as if something was devouring it and replacing it with unnatural darkness. Her eyes would glow, cutting through it, beads of light breaking off like air bubbles rising to the surface of an ocean.

Sidon wore a soft expression her face, yet she couldn’t help but still be confused towards what had just happened. It felt like her brain was going in circles trying to make sense of it.

Reincarnation?

Not a Graham?

What had gone on before her?

She snapped out of it as she felt his lips against her sternum, goosebumps shot up body-wide, as if screaming from the alien contact. Her lips shivered, quivered and shook quietly at the new sensation.

His somewhat dry, yet moderately moist, lips lightly stuck to her skin. He leaned forward, no longer sitting on his legs.

Fear like an explosion jolted her system, she clung to his head as she felt as if she were going to fall back. Her body trembled, she could hear the thick quilted fabric of the feathered mattress beneath them groan as he finally rested her dorsal against the soft surface.

She forced the saliva in her mouth down her throat, gulping audibly. Hovering over her on his knees, Jack was glaring down at her with these cold predatory eyes.

The anger was gone, but it seemed a lot more than that was too.

He began to feel the surface of her skin, his hands roaming from her back, his fingers trailing. His the tips of his nails leaving little red trails along her skin that would slowly fade.

The way he licked his lips, caused her entire body to tense. The little hairs on the back of her head stood on end. She dropped her legs from around his waist, resting her backside against the soft fabric, with the strange urge to brush her thighs together.

Her face was becoming hotter, warmer.

She could feel the heat radiating off her face before long.

Yet as she was observing Jack’s face, he wasn’t blushing as one of his hands sweep up her side, grasping her breast. Giving it a squeeze as it was smaller than the palm of his hand.

Her teeth would clench closed, her fingers still knotted in his hair as she stared up at him. She couldn’t break eye contact with him as she felt warm in all the places he touched. Everywhere else felt… cold.

He leaning in towards her, his right hand mercilessly clutching at her buttocks. His shadow was trapping her, suffocating her. As his face became mere centimeters from hers, Sidon couldn’t help but raise one leg and press it against his abdomen, briefly stopping his advancing lips.

She flexed her soft eyes up at his that were like daggers, darting between them, back and forth.

Two pairs of Jack’s wings would retract into his back, leaving the set from his lower back cushioning between her and the mattress. His left hand which had been fondling her breast, crept up to her neck, latching on with enough force to cause her to gasp shakily up at him.

“…Jack…” She murmured as he dipped his forehead down against hers, only for him to bring his lips to one of her short pointed ears.

“Will these strings make you dance, or will they tear those arms and legs from your vessel?” The question was a riddle, one with an educatedly blatant meaning.

Her eyes closed tightly, confused, as she felt his hand moving on her neck. It was shifting from over her throat toward her jugular, only for him to puppet her into a semi-upright position, her head slacking slightly back against his hand until she opened one eye to look at him.

Her foot was no longer planted against his abdomen.

This time, Jack was straddling over her lap, his pants had since vanished. His one hand cradled the back of her head, he wasn’t having her look down at his piece as he teased her lips with his own. Tucking his elbow behind her shoulder, trapping her chest against his abdomen.

“This isn’t what I thought…” Sidon muttered coyly against his lips, she let her arms fall limp, her hands falling from his hair, brushing against his shoulders on the way down.

“Hm…” Jack eyelids became crescents as he squinted at her, the wings behind her would finally retract into his back, giving him the appearance of a ‘regular’ man. “Is that so?” His tone sarcastic, he released his hold on her, letting her plop back onto the bed.

Sidon laid there for a few seconds as he was still looming over her. The room was so dark, yet it was just their bodies that seemed to glow. Her eyelids drooped slightly as they relaxed. It had been so long since she had felt something soft against her skin, yet she couldn’t get rid of the goose bumps that had taken over her form.

Turning her head away, resting it against the mattress, her eyes traced the quilted horizon towards the door. Her lips parted and she began to shift onto her stomach, before crawling out from beneath him.

She was on all fours, crawling towards the edge of the bed as she bit the corner of her mouth.

Just as she was about to reach the edge however, she felt his hand push down against her spine, soon enough he was on top of her. His arm curved around her waist as she reached out and grabbed the embroidered edge of the bed.

“TH-that’s not fair You’re heavy!” Sidon groaned, feeling the hand on her waist moving between her legs along her pelvis. In response she firmly placed her mouth into the mattress, taking in a deep inhale through her nose, causing her back to rise up against him as she pulled at the edge.

She hardly budged.
for visiting.

“Or you’re just too light,” Jack whispered quietly in her ear, encircling his lips around its little pointed end, lightly grazing at it with his two front teeth.

“…Mmm!” Sidon let out a muffled moan into the bed, only for her to lift her head. “Stah–” She choked on the word in mid-speech, feeling his fingers poking and prodding at her pleasure center.

With her mouth freed he turned her head, allowing Jack to press his lips against hers, using his free hand to forcibly keep her head in place; just by having his index and thumb clamped around her jaw.

She was feeling warm all over, especially with her back up against him, her lips taking by him.

Fear was still prevalent, the fear of pain, which fueled the reluctance of going through with what she wanted from him. She pressed her back against him more, but she could hardly raise anything by her backside. Yet the moment she did raise it, his fingers were immediately given more freedom to probe.

Almost immediately she jumped into the kiss, her legs quickly giving out, falling back to the bed.

Jack would turn her over.

Sidon couldn’t help but give a faded squeak, “Eeee…!”

Tears were beginning to form in her eyes she she was looking up at him again, her hands over her lips. By all intents and purposes, he had stolen her first meaningful kiss.

As he grabbed her thighs she’d shout, “No!”

Sidon brought her leg up to kick him in the head with the instep of her foot, but instead his head hardly moved and pain shot through her foot causing her to flail her arms out to grasp her foot. “Ah!”

Jack just narrowed his eyes on her.

“Kicking your head is like kicking a cast iron bar!”

“Cast iron is brittle…” Jack uttered as he stared at her, not really understanding why she just tried to kick him. He didn’t give her any form of sympathies on that part as he began to lift her lower body, draping her legs around over each of his shoulders.

“Wha What’re you doing?”

Jack’s eyes shifted over the bald mound in front of his face, down her arched body and to her face. “Taking your mind off your foot…” He proceeded to blow on the moisture-laden lips, causing her back to instantly vault up into an arc.

Her mouth gasping for air, trying not to giggle at the same time. She felt as if she was being tickled by the cool air, her small clit rearing its head from its hood.

“Haa Haa…” As she was slowly regaining her composure, she couldn’t help but pant.

Sidon’s eyes were stapled back to him, keeping vigilant watch. “Stah Don…” She lent her head, burrowing her forehead into the comforter and mattress, as he blew again. Her neck arching from the feeling as she began to kick her feet about behind his head.

Raising a brow at this, he tilted his head slightly into her thigh, before she’d squeeze her legs around his face. “Hm?” Curiously he felt her hips buckle around him and lock, before she pushed herself toward him. Jack allowed her to use the momentum to send him crashing onto his back.

She was sitting on his face, staring down at his eyes that were peaking up at her, his nose just barely touching against her pelvis.

Slowly her face turned from pink to red, as if steam were to explode from her brain when it came to realizing this position. When she went to raise one leg to get off, he placed his hands on her hips, immobilizing her.

“Let me off your face! This f-fe-fEEls weird!” She shivered feeling the movement of his lips grazing her underneath. “STOP MESSING WITH ME!”

That’s when there was a knock at the door which caused both of them to freeze.

“Uh Hello? Who’s in there? This room isn’t supposed to be occupied by anyone except for Guests of the Lord! Make yourselves known!”

Jack’s eye twitched slightly, maneuvering Sidon off his mouth and wiping the moisture around his mouth off on her inner thigh.

Sidon bit her lower lip at the feeling, squirming slightly over his chest now, awkwardly.

“It’s fine!” Jack retorted in a snap as he glared at the door.

“Oh! Lord Graham, my apologizes Your party has been looking for you as of yesterday, they’re waiting in the lounge area when you’re ready!”

It seemed to be just a common servant of the Castle, the sound of their footsteps could be heard as they faded down the corridor, once they left the door.

“Are Are we done?” Sidon asked as she shifted her hips side to side.

Jack just stared up at her as if she was a dolt. “No That’s what they call a cock block.”

“Eh?”

“Nevermind,” Jack released her hips, allowing her to slink off to the side as he sat up, curling his lips inward for a taste. His eyes drifted over to her as he heard her bare feed padding on the polished slab floor.

Walking after her after leaving the bed, he walked up behind her and grabbed her by the hair as she was bending down to pick up the wraps to redress herself. “IF you’re mine, you’re not dressing in rags.”

The coldness of his tone, brought back the goose bumps that she had when he first began to touch her. She swallowed shallowly and slowly nodded as he pulled a satin blue nightgown with white cotton pipping on the yokes of the dress, out of his inventory.

Her mouth almost fell open seeing the gown, never-mind the spatial storage. She had never worn anything but rags for years. She reached forward to touch the item, feeling its softness.

He was giving this to her? She shifted her eyes up at him, skeptically believing he’d tear it away from her grasp. Yet, he just kept it within her reach.

Grabbing at the fabric, she’d lightly tug it out of his hand before pulling it over her head.

When she finally popped her head out of the mandarin styled collar, she blinked seeing Jack had already redressed himself in a matter of seconds. “How’d you do that?” She furrowed her brows at him as she shifted her legs weakly.