My mates in Beastworld

Chapter 64: Chapter 64 Pleasure

Kyra was dissatisfied with the blue pants she made, they didn’t look as good as she had hoped. After coming here, she had seen men wearing them in a primitive fashion without any sense of style.

However, when she glanced at the dress she had made for lucas, she felt pleased with the outcome, despite its intricate design.

Why are women’s clothes so good while men’s clothing styles suck?

Since it was a celebration day, she didn’t want Lucas to wear his usual attire. So, she decided to make him pants that could be used like leggings, without buttons but with a knot made from the same cloth to secure them.

She planned to cover that area with the shirt she was going to make. She wished she had her bag, thinking it would make things easier. Hopefully, she would find it tomorrow.

Additionally, she made him an undergarment to wear beneath the pants, *Cough* noticing that he wasn’t wearing any.

Her arms started to ache while making this. She’d never felt this kind of pain before. The mild ache was giving her a headache.

Although she didn’t feel the same pain she had experienced before, she noticed some changes in her body. It felt heavier, and she sometimes felt her bones shifting, which seemed strange and unsettling.

As she examined her work, she saw Lucas coming from the bathroom.

"Why did you take so long?" Kyra asked.

"Do you want to know?" Lucas replied, walking towards her with a confident stride and a smirk on his face. Kyra blushed and shook her head.

Lucas looked at the pants she had made and raised an eyebrow. "What is this?" he asked, holding up the pants and noticing two holes.

"And this?" He looked at a small cloth in his hand, then at Kyra, his eyes filled with doubt.

Kyra blushed and bit her lips before shyly answering, "You have to wear that to cover your private parts." lowering her head.

"Why?" Lucas tilted his head and moved closer to her, poking her red cheeks. "Why do I need to cover them when all I want to do is show that thing proudly?"

Hearing his words, Kyra looked at Lucas and pushed his head away blushing. "Don’t ask any questions, just wear it."

"But..." Lucas began.

"You have to wear it," Kyra stated firmly.

"But..." Lucas glanced at the object in his hand, scrunching his nose. "I don’t know how to wear it."

"I will help you," Kyra said, kneeling down to assist him. Lucas reluctantly put his legs through the holes as Kyra instructed, trying not to let his embarrassment show.

Kyra was truly different from other women.

She even made clothes for him.

"Now, raise it up to your hips," Kyra instructed as Lucas complied.

He couldn’t help but glance down at her as she kneeled, noticing her long hair and the hint of cleavage that was visible. He bit his lips as his imagination wandered to something less innocent.

"FOCUS." Kyra exclaimed, her voice filled with shyness and sternness, causing Lucas to quickly push away his distracting thoughts. He sheepishly smiled at Kyra, trying to regain his composure.

"Now, please remove your original clothes." she requested, her eyes widening in amazement as she witnessed flashes of white light enveloping Lucas. To her astonishment, his original garments disappeared, leaving his body bare.

Warning : Slight 18+ Content ahead

Her gaze fixated on his chest. While she had seen it before, she hadn’t paid much attention until now. The sight of his muscular physique, with sculpted abs on display, made her gulp nervously. Lucas noticed her reaction, and a smirk formed on his face, realizing the effect he had on her.

"L-Let me measure you." she stammered, her cheeks turning as red as a tomato. She got up from ground and extended her hand to measure his broad shoulders. As he was taller than her, she had to tiptoe slightly, placing her arms around him. She could feel his breath against her face, and she tried to avoid making eye contact.

Lucas gently rested his chin on her shoulder, savoring the sensation of her touch. He closed his eyes, feeling a surge of electricity through his body. He had never experienced such intense feelings before.

The scent of her drove his thoughts wild, and merely being in her presence gave him butterflies in his stomach.

He pulled her closer, firmly grasping her waist, and playfully nibbled her ear while breathing heavily. "You’re making it too HARD for me, Kyra," he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "Forget the celebration; all I want is to make love to you."

Lowering his head, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Hungry to taste her, he sucked on her lips, eliciting a moan from Kyra. He then delved his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch as his hands caressed her waist.

They moved to the bed, with Kyra sitting on Lucas’s lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. Lucas held her waist tightly, squeezing her affectionately. Kyra moaned his name, her voice filled with pleasure, causing Lucas to groan and break the kiss.

"I don’t want to carry this burden during the celebration." Lucas growled as he looked down at his hard on, his gaze locked with Kyra’s shy eyes.

"I’ll help you." Kyra responded, her voice filled with shyness as she positioned herself over his bulge. Lucas moaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

Lucas held her waist firmly as she began to rub against him gently, feeling his warmth. Kyra blushed, grateful that he was wearing underwear. She deliberately maintained a slow and teasing pace.

Unsatisfied with the slow pace, Lucas gripped her waist and leaned in to kiss her neck, while simultaneously bouncing her on his lap. Kyra moaned, her head tossed back in pleasure.

Lucas squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the pleasure building inside him, causing his stomach to tighten.

Kyra closed her eyes; she had never felt such intense pleasure before as she put her head on Lucas’s chest.

Her cheeks became even redder as Lucas bit her cheek.

At the same time, a black, huge snake slapped another snake on the ground.

Vincent sneakily looked inside the window...his eyes became even darker and more intense.

"Dude! You didn’t have to kick me!" Kyle exclaimed. Thrown from the third floor, he turned into a beastman as he rubbed his butt and glared at Vincent, who was hanging in the window.

"I hope Kyra catches you," Kyle cursed, "and Lucas beats you."