Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner Chapter 772: Dragon’s Lust (+R18) prt 4

Noah woke up to the sound of his own stomach growling in the dead quiet of the room. He blinked against the darkness, the faint, consistent sweep of the harbor beacon outside casting a rhythmic silver light across the ceiling. It was 2:42 AM. The heavy, bone-deep exhaustion from their earlier sessions had worn off, leaving behind a sharp, hollow emptiness in his gut. They had been so busy avoiding cameras and scrambling through kitchen doors at the restaurant that they’d barely managed three actual bites of their meal.

Beside him, Sophie stirred. The heavy duvet shifted, and she let out a low, groggy hum, her dark hair splaying across his arm as she blinked up at him.

"Tell me that was a beast outside and not your stomach," she muttered, her voice thick with sleep.

"I wish it was a beast," Noah said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "I could at least punch a monster. I’m starving, Soph."

Sophie sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist. In the dim silver light, her bare torso was a pale, elegant silhouette, her cherry-red nipples soft against the cool air of the room. She rubbed her eyes, a small, amused smile breaking through her sleepiness. "We didn’t even get to the chocolate fondant. It’s a tragedy, honestly."

"We have the minibar," Noah suggested, sitting up beside her.

"The minibar in a place like this usually has those tiny, overpriced jars of premium nuts and artisanal chocolates," Sophie said, kicking the duvet off her legs as she swung her feet out of bed. She was completely naked, walking with an unbothered, easy confidence across the carpet toward the small, illuminated refrigerator in the corner. "Let’s see what the luxury district considers emergency rations."

Noah watched her go, his eyes tracing the smooth slope of her back and the gentle curve of her hips. Even in the dead of night, after everything they’d been through, the sight of her was a quiet magnet. He slid out of bed, joining her on the floor by the small fridge.

Sophie had already raided the glass-fronted basket on top. She sat cross-legged on the carpet, completely bare, sorting through the haul with the meticulous focus of an Eclipse commander. "We have a jar of dark chocolate-covered espresso beans, a small jar of salted caramel sauce meant for ice cream, a bag of dried sweet mangoes, and a half-bottle of late-harvest dessert wine. Interesting how we’ve gone from making bizarre food to now returning to some of the old pre-Harbinger incursion snacks and food. Culture in general,"

"It’s a bizarre charcuterie board," Noah said, sitting down opposite her, his knees brushing hers.

"It’s perfect," Sophie corrected. She cracked open the jar of caramel, dipping a slice of dried mango into it before popping it into her mouth. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft hum of appreciation. "Better than the restaurant, frankly."

Noah reached for the espresso beans, but Sophie blocked his hand with a playful slap.

"Not so fast," she said, her eyes glinting with that familiar, sharp intelligence. "We aren’t just going to mindlessly inhale the fuel. Let’s play a game. A word association game from the academy days. Remember when we used to run off to my apartment off campus and do that? Every time you hesitate for more than two seconds, I get a piece of mango. If I hesitate, you get the espresso beans."

"You’re competitive even at three in the morning," Noah chuckled, leaning back against the side of the bed.

"It keeps the mind sharp," she said, leaning forward, her bare breasts shifting slightly with the movement, the tips darkening in the cool air. "I’ll start. *Faction.*"

"Eclipse," Noah shot back instantly.

"System."

"Harbinger."

"Academy."

"Club," Noah said, a sudden spark of memory hitting his brain.

Sophie hesitated for a fraction of a second, her lips parting as she tracked the memory he’d just unearthed. "Lucas," she responded, just within the time limit.

"Wingman," Noah said, his grin widening in the dark.

The rich, amber caramel glistened on Sophie’s fingertips as she paused, her eyes locking onto Noah’s with a sudden, soft laugh that broke through the midnight quiet of the room.

"Oh, god. Don’t remind me of that night," she murmured, her voice laced with a nostalgic amusement. "Lucas was entirely too smart for his own good. He used his status as the number one student of the Academy 12 to pull me right toward the booth where you two were sitting. He threw his weight around just to clear a path, brought me right to you, and then immediately disappeared into the crowd."

Noah let out a low chuckle, leaning back against the bed frame. "He left an eighteen-year-old freshman completely stranded with a third-year senior. You were the most popular and beautiful girl in the entire school, Soph. I was terrified."

"You looked it, too," Sophie said, her eyes dropping to his mouth as she dipped another piece of mango into the rich caramel. "You were sitting there, staring at your glass, while Lucas literally gave me a nod and walked away. But by the time we wound up outside the club, away from all the noise, you finally stopped stuttering."

"Because you took my hand and led me straight to your off-campus house," Noah reminded her, his voice dropping into a thick, rough register as his fingers traced the smooth curve of her naked knee.

"Exactly," Sophie whispered, a sultry, sharp glint returning to her dark eyes as she tilted her head. "And I have no intention of letting you forget exactly how that night ended."

"It worked, didn’t it?" Noah said, his eyes dropping to her lips.

The memory came back in vivid, warm detail. It had been their first time off-campus, a crowded, bass-heavy club downtown during their second year. Noah had been an innocent, intensely shy eighteen-year-old, utterly terrified of saying the wrong thing to the girl who consistently made everyone look in her direction in their school. He had been a virgin, completely out of his depth when Sophie had eventually bypassed his stuttering explanations, pulled him away with her and entirely dominated him in her dorm room later that night. She had taken exactly what she wanted with a fierce, unyielding confidence that had left him completely ruined and utterly hooked.

"It did work," Sophie murmured, her voice losing its playful edge, dropping into a low, sultry register. She looked down at the jar of salted caramel in her hand, then looked back up at Noah. Her dark eyes were heavy with a sudden, localized hunger that had nothing to do with the snacks. "You were so quiet back then. So easy to shock."

"I’m not eighteen anymore, Soph," Noah said, his voice dropping an octave.

"No," she said, her gaze drifting down to his lap.

Even just sitting there naked, the memory and her sudden shift in tone had caused his cock to stir, lengthening against his thigh, thick and heavy in the dim light. Sophie set the jar of caramel down on the floor between them. She didn’t use a napkin. Instead, she dipped her index and middle fingers directly into the thick, sticky amber sauce, coating them in a rich, glistening layer.

She reached across the small gap between them. She didn’t touch his chest or his face. She slid her sticky fingers down between his thighs, her knuckles brushing the rough hair of his groin before her caramel-coated fingers pressed flat against the slick, sensitive skin of his shaft.

Noah let out a sharp, low hiss, his abdominal muscles locking instantly as the cool, sweet stickiness met the intense heat of his skin.

"Sophie," he growled.

"Shh," she whispered, her eyes locked on his as she began to stroke him. Her fingers slid up and down his length, spreading the thick caramel over the purple head and down the ridges of his shaft. The friction was incredible—thick, sweet, and intensely localized. "You said being bold was a requirement now. Let’s see how well you handle it."

She leaned forward, dropping to her knees between his legs. She didn’t rush to take him inside her mouth. Instead, she leaned down and used her tongue, executing a long, slow, wet swipe up the underside of his shaft, licking away the rich caramel with a deliberate, dragging pressure.

"Fuck," Noah groaned, his head hitting the side of the bed as his fingers dug into the carpet.

Sophie let out a muffled hum of satisfaction against his skin. She continued to lick him clean, her tongue swirling around the crown, darting over the slit to catch every drop of the sweet sauce mixed with his early pre-cum. She was merciless. She slid her mouth down, taking the head deep into the heat of her throat, her cheeks hollowing out as she created a tight, crushing vacuum that siphoned the breath right out of his lungs. She stroked the base with her sticky hand while her mouth worked the top, her dark eyes looking up at him through her lashes with a fierce, dominant intensity that perfectly mirrored that night from their academy days.

Noah’s hand flew to her shoulder, his fingers sinking into her soft skin, his knuckles turning white as he tried to keep himself from thrusting upward into her mouth. "Soph... stop. I’m going to break before we even start."

Sophie pulled back with a loud, wet *pop*, a string of saliva and caramel connecting her lower lip to the head of his throbbing dick. She grinned, a wild, victorious expression on her flushed face. "Not yet."

She shifted her position, crawling up his body until she was hovering over his lap. Noah reached out, his hands finding her waist, but instead of pulling her down, his fingers slid lower. He parted her thighs, his hand moving down into the tight, dripping heat between her legs.

He didn’t hesitate. He dipped his middle and index fingers directly into her soaking opening.

"Ah!" Sophie gasped, her head snapping back as his fingers buried themselves to the knuckles inside her.

She was incredibly soft and wet, her internal walls already hot and twitching from the visual of him. Noah worked his fingers inside her, using a curling, bedroom motion that targeted the sensitive ceiling of her channel. He could hear the wet, slurping sounds of his own hand working inside her, the friction generating a thick, slick warmth that coated his fingers. He used his thumb to press and rub against her swollen clit at the same time, executing a brutal, rapid rhythm that had her whimpering within seconds.

"Noah... mmph... that’s—" She tried to hold her posture, but her hips were trembling, her core bucking against his hand as he fingered her deeply, his fingers sliding in and out of her narrow channel with a relentless, liquid pace.

"You like being in control, don’t you?" Noah rasped, his thumb executing a hard, circular grind against her nub. "Let’s see you keep it."

Sophie let out a sharp, high-pitched cry, her internal muscles clamping down on his fingers in a tight, desperate grip. She couldn’t take the direct stimulation anymore. She reached down, her hands clamping onto his wrists, and forcefully pulled his hand out of her. She was panting, her chest heaving violently, her dark eyes wide and completely dark with lust.

She didn’t waste another second. She spun around on his lap, turning her back to him as she prepared to mount him.

Noah’s breath caught in his throat as he realized what she was doing. Reverse cowgirl.

Sophie lifted her hips, her plump, round ass cheeks hovering right above his face for a split second before she aligned his thick, caramel-slicked shaft with her dripping entrance. She lowered her weight down in one heavy, unyielding drop, completely impaling herself on him.

"Ahn-nnh!" she screamed, her spine arching so deeply that her shoulder blades almost touched his knees.

The entry was tight, the thick mixture of caramel and her own natural fluids creating a heavy, high-friction seal that made a deep, wet *squelch* as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. Noah let out a ragged, broken groan from behind her, his hands instantly flying forward to clamp onto her hips.

Sophie didn’t give him time to adjust. She began to move with a ruthless, frantic energy. She rocked her pelvis back and forth, her waist swiveling in a circular, grinding motion that forced his shaft to rub hard against the most sensitive depths of her core.

From his position behind her, the visual was absolute torture. Her ass cheeks were beautifully round and smooth, bouncing and sliding against his thighs with a wet, heavy friction. With every single upward and downward tilt of her hips, Noah could look down the side of her thigh and see her swollen, dripping mound completely devouring his shaft, the dark skin of her groin glistening with sweat and caramel.

"Oh god, Sophie," Noah hissed, his hips bucking upward instinctively to meet her downward strokes.

He reached around her body, his large hands clamping onto her ass cheeks. He squeezed the supple, yielding flesh with bruising force, his fingers digging into the meat of her glutes as he anchored her down against his pelvis. The texture was incredible—warm, smooth, and rippling with every single frantic movement she made.

Sophie was going completely wild on him now. She wasn’t just grinding; she shifted into a brutal, vertical bounce, her body slamming down onto his lap with an unyielding tempo.

*Papapapapapa!*

The wet, frantic smacking sound of her ass hitting his thighs and lower belly filled the quiet room, completely erasing the silence of the night. Her breasts were swinging and rocking wildly in front of her, the heavy mounds shifting haphazardly with the force of her self-inflicted rhythm. She was panting, her breaths coming in sharp, fractured gasps as she milked him for absolutely everything he was worth, her internal walls pulsing and contracting around his length like a living vice.

"Noah... Noah... you’re so deep," she sobbed out, her head shaking as her dark hair whipped around her shoulders.

Noah couldn’t just lie back and take it anymore. The draconic heat in his veins was beginning to sizzle again, the overwhelming friction of her reverse cowgirl style pushing him past the brink of sanity. He gripped her hips with a iron hold, locking her in place, and began to thrust upward from underneath with a rapid-fire, explosive power. He hammered into her from below, his cock driving deep into her narrow channel with every single strike, matching her frantic downward weight with a bruising, unyielding force.

*Smack. Squelch. Smack.*

The room was hot, the air heavy with the scent of their shared sweat and the sweet, burning aura of his energy. Sophie was screaming now, her hands reaching back to blind-find his knees for leverage as she rode him to the absolute edge of oblivion. Her thighs were shaking violently, the muscles twitching uncontrollably as the sheer intensity of the double rhythm short-circuited her brain.

"I’m breaking... Noah... I’m breaking!" she shrieked, her head rolling back, her eyes rolling into her head as her internal walls went into a violent, crushing spasm.

She busted hard, her entire body seizing up as her climax ripped through her, her narrow channel clamping down on his shaft with a suffocating, milk-like pressure. Noah let out a final, guttural roar, his hips executing three more massive, deep plunges that buried him to the absolute root within her pulsing, twitching heat, before he finally broke, shooting a massive, hot torrent of cum deep into her core.

Sophie collapsed forward, her upper body falling flat against her own thighs, her chest heaving as she let out long, shaky breaths. Noah held her waist from behind, his own breathing ragged and uneven as the aftershocks of their release slowly rippled through their joined bodies.

For a long time, the only sound in the room was the heavy, wet rhythm of their recovery. Slowly, Sophie shifted, turning around on his lap until she could collapse against his chest, her face buried in his neck. They were sticky, sweaty, and completely exhausted all over again.

Noah wrapped his arms around her, a soft, tired laugh escaping his lips as he smoothed her damp hair down her back.

"We never did finish the snacks," he murmured into the dark.

Sophie let out a weak, sleepy chuckle against his skin, her eyes already closing. "Shut up, Eclipse. Sleep."

Noah smiled, pulling the edge of the duvet over both of their bare bodies as they lay tangled together on the floor, finally drifting back into a deep, heavy sleep while the harbor lights outside continued their quiet, patient sweep against the dark water.