Chapter 23

He was the first to rise, tirelessly bestowing upon her the sight of a Greek god's physique. His erection, now deflated yet still prominent. Lumiria seemed unable to move from her spot, gaping and admiring, almost forgetting why she had summoned him. Vinicius wrapped a towel around his waist, offering a larger one to her.

She wondered if he was truly grateful for the oral pleasure he had just received. For a moment, she feared he wouldn't enjoy it, not sharing the same tastes as the virgin boys who spend hours watching porn. Yet, the look of satisfaction in his eyes was so immense that, in the next moment, she found herself pulled into his arms, enveloped in a celebratory kiss.

It was a passionate kiss, initially restrained but gradually surrendering to desire, as if he couldn't resist that carnal connection anymore. Lumiria pressed her hands against his firm back, fueling their mutual longing, celebrating something whose meaning she still didn't fully understand.

When he finally released her, a smile of profound inspiration lit up his face. It seemed Lumiria had played a significant role in his life in some way.

"I already know how to solidify our agreement. I already know what I want from you in exchange for my energy," he said, his forehead pressed against hers, the smile seemingly everlasting.

She frowned, still somewhat puzzled.

"And what would that be, Vini?"

His forehead met hers, the smile persisting.

"Something like what you did here with me," he whispered, and even though he didn't emphasize the "with me," it stirred something unique within her. The next kiss was sweeter and gentler before he took her hand and led her back to the gym.

Stopping at a drawer in the corner where he kept some of his favorite drawings, he pulled out a folder and handed it to her, while taking out another one for himself to flip through.

"Before you think too much, no, I'm not a pervert, and no, I don't get aroused by drawing these," he said, as she blinked, confused.

"But how do you not get aroused? They're... quite steamy."

"Well, erotic drawings make a lot of money, and after I started getting some commission requests, I realized that people on private sites were making a good profit by allowing viewers to see them in full form.

He looked at her face attentively, as if eager to learn more about it.

"That's how I managed to buy my motorcycle. Teaching at the gym or painting houses doesn't bring in much money, Lumiria."

Her eyes wandered beyond the drawings, pensive.

"Now it makes more sense. I never would have imagined."

The first image she saw was of a human pinned to a wall in a room, with a demoness crouching down performing oral sex on him. Vinicius pointed to the drawing.

"With what we did in there, I already know how to enhance this drawing. Wow, this one will get a lot of views. I'll make a wonderful profit."

She blushed, intertwining her index fingers in a shy gesture.

"Am I going to be your inspired muse, Vini?"

He turned his face, their gazes now very close. Vinicius's inspired expression made him look much younger, with the demeanor of a dreamy teenager as it should normally be.

She licked her lips and glanced at other drawings. Another image showed different forms of domination.

There was a very dark one, of a demoness held by capoeira ropes, and she was made of a punching bag. There were many bruises on her, and an expression of deep disdain for him.

"You must have a lot of anger towards them," she whispered, wondering if she should feel uncomfortable about it.

"You have no idea. I've dreamed of being in a massive battle with them."

"Do you dream of punching me too?"

He blinked, in a completely expressionless state.

"Depends. When you're ready, yes."

"Do you want to fight me?"

He sighed, without taking his eyes off her, as if wanting to give a reproachful look to a stubborn student. Vinicius leaned against the small table, looking to the other side of the gym, his triceps standing out even more against the support.

"I'll train you first."

"Train?" she asked, her eyes elsewhere, falling to the towel hanging from his sculpted thighs.

"Yes, you forgot you owe me that?"

"Are you also going to draw me squeezing your pecs?" she teased him, but he didn't even feel it.

"I will," he admitted.

"So that's your agreement. I can draw more energy from you, and you... have new inspirations?"

"Yes."

"But Vinicius, you can't always accept this. You work too hard, you can't offer so much of yourself, this way you'll end up..."

He grabbed her chin, locking his dark eyes onto hers boldly and impassively.

"I've already said it. The energy is mine, I know how to take care of it, and I do whatever I want with it."

She sighed, and perhaps it was the first time he witnessed that behavior from the demoness. Vinicius withdrew his torso, slightly impressed, let out a chuckle, and turned his face again.

But as she became distracted again, he glanced over.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, completely absorbed by all those drawings, and very curious to learn more about them. And he diverted his eyes, trailing down her body wrapped in the towel.

The towel hanging on her perfect breasts and reaching down to her thighs, gleaming in the increasingly strong sunlight. He swallowed hard. Her hair was wet, which made him tilt his head, imagining how in some way it gave her a softer look, even for a demon.

"Come here," he took the notebook from her hand and pulled her towards a wall full of capoeira instruments.

"I believe that after the cosmic explosion we had yesterday..." he pulled a rope, holding each end and giving it a tug in front of her without taking his eyes off her. A wonderful electricity ran through her body.

He guided her to the middle of the gym, where he pulled out a sandbag hook and began to tie the rope. As he did so, he glanced down at her, who also met his gaze, and Vinicius smiled, genuinely to her, something so true and friendly that warmed her heart.

"You're very obedient. It makes me want to reward you, Lumiria," he whispered, while one hand remained on the rope, the other lowered to brush his thumb across her face and lightly pull her lower lip, hypnotizing her. Lumiria was static and dazzled by him in that position, admiring his rigid muscles.

She was so immersed in that man that she didn't question why she felt pressure on her arms, thinking he was grabbing her, only noticing something when he had to look up for a moment and she noticed she was being tied up with that rope.

"Are you going to beat me like in the drawing?" He let out a laugh, not taking that comment seriously. "Do you want to hit me without me being able to defend myself, Vini?" she groaned.

He frowned.

"Huh."

"Just don't punch me, but slaps, hmmm, go ahead?"

He raised an eyebrow, realizing at that moment how much he had excited the girl.

He took steps, circling her, his hand landing firmly on her buttocks and hearing that naughty little moan she loved to release since the first day he saw her, genuinely wanting to reward her. When he returned, his eyes were shining with excitement too.

"Oh, you tie that rope around my wrist so nicely, Vini," she moaned, her cheeks flushed, and Vinicius curved the corner of his lips, amused.

"Are you going to tease me?"

"I am, give me another slap," she turned her face to the side.

He would never do that, but knowing that he always respected her limits, for a moment, she wished that teasing and rough gesture came exclusively from that man.

"Sure?"

He groaned in agony, his breath beginning to quicken with anticipation.

"Vini, please, I want to see you being naughty. Hit me."

His erection at that moment jumped even more against the towel, almost bursting with the force of arousal.

He swallowed hard, preparing his hand for it. He didn't refuse such challenges, as long as the person was sure of what they asked for and he also believed in how much they could endure.

"You provoke me to do everything, Lumiria."

"Hit me already, you bitch," she growled, quickly, her eyes shining.

At that moment, without thinking about anything else, he smiled brightly. If her eyes did that, she was usually activating some force.

A set of indistinct voices invaded their thoughts, realizing they were close when they heard the squeak of the wooden door. They stared at each other in confusion, taking 3 seconds to process with their bodies ablaze.

"No, I think he must be awake at this time," said a woman's voice.

Vinicius blinked, still staring with his rigid members, his eyes wide open.

"Damn, it's my mom," he whispers.