The three of them mounted the massive white tiger—Fluffy, much to the beast's eternal chagrin—and set off down the winding forest path that led from the estate toward the border territories.
Fluffy, clearly eager to reclaim some dignity after the humiliating petting session, flexed his legendary speed. The great cat surged forward in powerful, fluid bounds, white fur rippling like liquid moonlight over coiled muscle, paws barely touching the mossy earth before launching again. Wind whipped past them in a roaring rush, carrying the sharp, resinous scent of pine needles and the cool, mineral breath of ancient trees, while sunlight flickered through the canopy in golden shards that danced across their skin.
Lyria rode at the front, thighs gripping Fluffy's broad shoulders with practiced ease, her body swaying in perfect rhythm with his gait. Her raven hair streamed behind her like a dark banner, strands occasionally lashing across Elias's chest. She kept her focus forward, Moonlit Resonance guiding the tiger unerringly toward their destination, one hand buried in the thick fur at his neck, voice low and soothing whenever he growled at a particularly tight turn.
Elias sat in the middle, the tiger's powerful back rising and falling beneath him like a living storm, each surge sending vibrations up through his hips and spine. The heat of Fluffy's body radiated through the saddle blanket, warm and primal, but it was nothing compared to the heat pressed against him from behind.
Aurelia clung to him exactly as before—arms locked around his waist, full breasts crushed soft and warm against his back, hips molded flush to his with every rolling stride. The motion of the ride turned her embrace into a slow, relentless grind; each bound of the tiger rocked her forward, sliding her core along the length of his lower back in teasing friction that sent sparks straight to his groin. Her breath was hot against his neck, quick and shallow, scented faintly with berries and the lingering sweetness of breakfast.
Along the way, she kissed him—so many times that Elias lost count almost immediately.
It started with soft brushes against the sensitive skin below his ear, warm lips lingering just long enough to taste his pulse. Then deeper—open-mouthed presses along his jaw, the slow drag of her tongue tracing the line of his throat, drawing quiet gasps from him that were swallowed by the wind. When he turned his head, she captured his mouth fully: slow, languid kisses that melted into each other, lips parting, tongues sliding in deliberate exploration. Saliva mingled warm and slick between them, the wet sounds of their kissing barely audible over Fluffy's pounding paws and the rushing air. Each time they broke apart, thin strands of shared moisture gleamed for a heartbeat in the sunlight before the next kiss claimed them again.
Elias stopped trying to keep track. He surrendered to it—tilting his head to meet her, one hand sliding back to cup her thigh where it pressed against his, fingers sinking into soft flesh through thin fabric. His Hearthsong flared brighter with every shared breath, feeding golden warmth back into Aurelia's Dawnblade Resonance until her kisses grew hungrier, little moans vibrating against his tongue. The feedback loop tightened: his growing arousal amplified her desire, her desire stoked his core until the air around them shimmered faintly with intertwined light—soft gold and subtle silver—while Fluffy's pace somehow quickened even further, as if the tiger sensed the rising heat and decided to outrun it.
Lyria's back remained straight and focused ahead, but the subtle shift in her posture—the way her hips rolled a fraction deeper into the tiger's stride, the faint flush climbing her neck—betrayed that she felt every pulse of their shared Resonance through the Blood Link, every wet slide of lips behind her.
The forest blurred past in streaks of emerald and gold, wind tangling their hair together, the rhythmic thunder of Fluffy's paws matching the quickening beat of three hearts riding far too close for anything resembling restraint
By the time Fluffy's thunderous bounds slowed and the dense forest gave way to the rocky borderlands of the mission site, the air between the three riders had turned molten.
Elias shifted in the saddle, turning carefully on the tiger's broad back until he faced Aurelia fully. The motion pressed their bodies flush—chest to chest, thigh to thigh—the heat of Fluffy's fur beneath them nothing compared to the fever radiating from their skin. Aurelia's golden braid had come half-undone, strands clinging to her damp neck; her Dawnblade Resonance glowed softly under her skin like liquid sunlight, feeding straight into Elias's Hearthsong until the space around them shimmered with intertwined gold and warmth.
Their mouths crashed together in a kiss that was no longer slow or teasing—it was hungry, desperate, open-mouthed and wet. Tongues slid and tangled with slick, deliberate strokes, sharing hot breaths and soft moans that vibrated between them, the taste of berries and shared saliva sweet and addictive. Each time they parted for air, lips clung reluctantly, thin silvery strands stretching before breaking.
Elias's right hand had long since slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, fingers gliding up the silken heat of her inner thigh until they found soft, damp lace. He pressed forward, tracing the slick evidence of her arousal through the thin fabric, drawing a muffled whimper from her that he swallowed greedily. His left hand cupped one full breast through her blouse, thumb circling the hardened peak until it strained visibly against the linen, then squeezed with firm, rhythmic pressure that made her arch into him with a gasp.
Aurelia was no less bold. Her hand had delved inside his trousers, fingers wrapping around his rigid length with confident possession—slow, deliberate strokes that coaxed beads of moisture from the tip and spread them down his shaft in slick, torturous glides. Every roll of Fluffy's gait added unbearable friction, turning each movement into a shared, grinding rhythm that had them both trembling on the edge.
The white tiger finally came to a halt at the edge of a mist-shrouded clearing—the mission location—with a low, rumbling huff that might have been exasperation.
Lyria dismounted first, boots crunching on loose gravel as she swung down from Fluffy's shoulder. She turned, cheeks flushed from more than just the wind, Moonlit Resonance making the air around her feel heavier, charged. Her gaze landed on the pair still locked together on the tiger's back—lips swollen and glistening, hands hidden beneath clothing, soft gasps barely muffled—and her voice came out huskier than intended.
"Alright, we've arrived. You two… let's go already."
The words cut through the haze like cool water. Elias and Aurelia broke apart reluctantly—lips parting with a final, wet sound, hands withdrawing with lingering caresses that drew twin shudders. Cheeks flushed crimson, breathing ragged, they exchanged one last heated glance before sliding off Fluffy's back. Aurelia's skirt settled crookedly over thighs still trembling; Elias adjusted his trousers with a wince, the ache of unspent need throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
Together—clothes slightly disheveled, lips bruised, the air around them still humming with intertwined Resonance—the three of them headed toward the misty clearing, Fluffy padding behind with the long-suffering dignity of a legendary beast forced to play chaperone to three very distracted prodigies.