Jon and Elara were alone in her room, the soft light casting dancing shadows on the walls. The silence was filled only by the quickened sound of their breathing, until their eyes met and the restrained desire overflowed.
"Jon..." Elara's voice came out trembling, heavy with anticipation.
He didn't answer. He simply pulled her into a burning kiss, their lips colliding with urgency as if afraid that moment might slip away. Their tongues entwined hastily, accompanied by muffled, shallow gasps.
'I can't hold myself back anymore,' Jon thought, trailing kisses down her neck.
"Hhnn... ahh..." Elara gasped when he reached her daring peaks, sucking them greedily. Each pull made her moans escape louder. "Jon... ahhn... more..."
His hands slid over her curves, exploring with youthful impatience. Elara trembled under each touch, her nails lightly scratching his back.
"Mmnhh... your mouth..." she murmured between sighs, arching her body when Jon devoted himself to her breasts with intense kisses and suckling.
Desperate, like two young people discovering the intensity of desire, they surrendered to the moment. Elara, consumed by excitement, parted her legs, and Jon slowly moved down, leaving burning kisses along her belly until he reached the already wet flower, pulsing with expectation.
"Haaah... Jon..." her prolonged moan echoed in the room as he tasted her, his tongue exploring every detail of the delicate flower. "Ahhhnn... nnnhh..."
Her body twisted in pleasure, and Jon smiled in satisfaction at the sweet, desperate taste of Elara.
When she could no longer bear it, she pulled him up, wrapping him with her legs. Their eyes met once again, blush and anxiety evident.
"I want..." she whispered, almost begging.
Jon entered her slowly, and the room filled with desperate moans, the sound of rhythmic thrusts replacing the silence of the night.
"Haaahhh... Jon... ahhhnn..."
The pace quickened, each movement making them both tremble with pleasure. Jon held Elara tightly against him, feeling her shudder as his own moans escaped in unison with hers...
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Beep... Beep... Beep...
The sharp sound of the alarm echoed through Jon's room, pulling him from the last moments of a heavy sleep. He squeezed his eyes shut, his body still protesting after the exhausting night he had spent with Elara. Every muscle seemed to carry the weight of the previous hours, yet at the same time there was a strange sense of satisfaction he couldn't deny.
With a sigh, he rose slowly. His feet touched the cold floor, grounding him back to reality. He walked to the bathroom and let the water run over his skin. The cold shower awakened his senses, washing away the exhaustion and clearing his thoughts. 'I really lived that... it wasn't a dream,' he reflected as the memory of Elara's burning kisses surfaced in his mind. The heat that spread across his face made him mutter under his breath, trying to chase the images away.
After dressing in the Academy uniform, he headed to the dining hall. As always, the hall was crowded with students, tables taken by lively groups and conversations blending into a constant murmur. Jon found his friends at their usual corner, where Elija and Nortis were already bickering about something, laughing loudly.
"Finally decided to show up, hero?" Nortis teased, giving him a light shove.
Jon answered with a half-smile, settling into his chair. "Sleeping is part of training too."
Before he could serve himself, a soft, playful voice cut in. "Sleeping, huh? Or were you busy with... other kinds of exercise?"
Elara had arrived without him noticing, sitting next to him with a mischievous smile. Her blue eyes sparkled with provocation, and the way she leaned closer only served to unsettle him further.
Jon choked on his own drink, looking away. "Just... a little tired, that's all."
Elara chuckled softly, a sweet sound that made his friends exchange curious glances. "No need to explain yourself, Jon. I just wanted to make sure you slept well."
He felt the blush rise, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the plate in front of him. 'On Earth, were girls also like this when they were near someone they liked? Or is it just her who enjoys teasing like this?'
Elara, pleased with his reaction, simply leaned back in her chair, swinging her legs carelessly. Nortis and Elija muffled their laughter while Jon tried to recover his composure.
After breakfast, the group walked together through the Academy corridors to the alchemy classroom. When they entered, they noticed most of the students were already seated. The room was lit by large windows, and in the center, before a table filled with flasks and herbs, stood Seraphine.
Unlike the serious posture she usually adopted, the elf spoke with unusual animation. Her blue eyes sparkled as she presented basic ingredients and explained simple potion recipes. The change in her expression was slightly unsettling, but also made her class surprisingly captivating.
Jon, sitting next to Elara, kept his attention fixed on every word. However, something throbbed in his mind. 'If I remember right... there was a mod in my old game that added several secret alchemy recipes. Recipes no regular manual would teach.'
Almost without realizing it, he pulled out his notebook and began to write. The quill's tip scratched the paper quickly, recording symbols and words that came straight from his Earth memories. His excitement consumed him so much that he didn't notice the curious glances around him.
Elara was the first to notice. She leaned slightly, observing the scribbles in the notebook. "What's that, Jon?" she asked curiously.
Still focused, Jon answered without much thought. "Nothing special, just a basic recipe I remembered." His voice came out louder than he intended.
Immediately, Seraphine paused her explanation for a moment. Her previously cheerful expression returned to its usual serious demeanor. The silence in the room was brief but dense. Even so, the teacher said nothing, resuming her lecture as if nothing had happened.
Elara, oblivious to the brief tension, continued to watch him. "But... what kind of language is that? I feel like I've seen it before, but I can't remember where."
Her words struck Jon like lightning. He froze, looking at his notebook. 'Damn... in my excitement, I started writing in Portuguese!'
Until now, he knew the language spoken and written in Aeloria was completely different. He had never imagined someone could recognize even fragments of the language from his previous life. Yet Elara had not only noticed but claimed to have seen something similar somewhere before.
A chill ran down Jon's spine. 'How could she have seen Portuguese? It's impossible... unless...'