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DANGEROUS GAME

Chapter 2: Just Admiration, Not Love

It all starts with her mischievous ideas of seducing him which leads them to the current scenario. Yes, this is what she wanted to happen but there is something in his eyes that screams danger to her and she can't help to feel nervous.

"L-Lyon," she stuttered,

Lyon's tall frame hovering above her small one; his long, slender fingers gripped on his shirt and strip them off his muscular body. He leans more closely to her until their lower bodies touch, his still hard member rubs on to her clothed core. She can't help but to moan. 'Why is he still hard after cumming so much?' her heart hammering in her rib cage. Oh, God they will really do it!

Lyon's breathing were ragged, his lips brushed on her ear and whispered, "Is this what you want? For me to rob you of your virginity, here in public?" his voice laced with anger.

This made the amaranth haired girl look at him with shocked eyes, he then pull away from her and wraps his shirt around her body. Chelia just sat there clutching Lyon's shirt, she just made herself looked like a whore in his eyes.

"Let's go back in the hotel." Lyon said, pulling his beach shorts and boxers up. Chelia didn't answer to him, her face turned away and her eyes trained to the vast blue of the ocean. Lyon then grabs her by the wrist and pulls her to stand, looking around them he was relieved that they are far from the other people and that nobody saw their mini activity.

Chelia just let Lyon pull her back to the hotel; she didn't notice anybody along the way because her eyes were clouded by unshed tears. She put her other closed hand to her lips to muffle her sobs. Once again, she is rejected by Lyon. Is she that unattractive to him? She is not ugly, she knows that. She has many suitors, but she doesn't want their attention, she wanted Lyon.

Lyon didn't want to make her cry but he wouldn't want to take advantage of her and hurt her in the end. He almost gives in to the temptation earlier when he pushed her down in the recliner. What she did to him fuels his desire and lust for the Sky God Slayer he fought hard to burry deep within him and it makes his mind numb, unable to think rationally. His body screaming to him to take her, made her his, to fuck her until she… 'Stop, Just stop.'

From a distance were the Lamia Scale's guild master and Jura, sipping chilled drinks after their relaxing at the spa. Jura was calling for the two but it seems like the two didn't hear him.

"Where are they going? And is Chelia-dono crying?" Jura asks,

"Ah, being young~" Master Ooba Babasaama just sang nonchalantly, sipping on her chilled drink occasionally.

Lyon finally let go of her wrist when they reached the suite room their Team is occupying. They can hear Toby's loud voice from the inside; he then turns to Chelia who is still looking away from him.

"We will forget what happened earlier in the beach. It didn't happen." Lyon said, Chelia didn't answer, he sighed, "Look, it's not that you're not pretty, in fact you're gorgeous but we…" he trailed off, pointing his finger to himself then to Chelia, "We're a misfit, I am too old for you, and you are too young for me." And she still didn't respond.

Giving up on talking to her, Lyon opens the door and went in, Toby, Yuka, Sherry and even Ren was there talking while eating some finger foods over the coffee table.

"Hey, what are you dumb idiots doing?" Lyon asks with his pretentious grin, getting near Toby and Yuka who's debating on what place in the Aqualina they should go first in the night, Ren also joined the conversation and leaving the two girls to talk with each other.

"So how does it feel to be a slave driver for a day, cousin?" Sherry asks with a suggestive wink,

"Oh, don't ask, Sherry-nee." Chelia answered pouting,

"I see you got rejected again." Sherry said rather cheerfully while Chelia felt arrows comically stabbing her at the back, "Hey, what is that in your hair?" Sherry pointed on the white stuff in her hair,

Lyon was in time to look at the two girl's direction and saw what Sherry is pointing on the white mess in Chelia's amaranth hair, thinking double time he dashed to the two, "Jee, I almost forgot, there's something I need to talk to you. Guys please excuse us," pulling Chelia away from the suspecting Sherry Blendy.

Entering the girl's room and locking the door behind them, Lyon looked at the amaranth haired girl beside him, "I thought we're a misfit, so why locking yourself in a room with a kid like me?" she asks sarcastically.

Lyon ignored that, he went to the bathroom and wet a towel from the cabinet, guiding Chelia to sit in the bed while he gently wipes the remnants of his discharge in her hair, "I'm sorry this is my fault, I should've cleaned it after I cummed into your–" he stopped talking, realizing what he had said, "Let me rephrase that, I shouldn't cum inside your mouth, wait that still doesn't sound right." He is spouting nonsense, God he is panicking like an idiot!

Her bright blue eyes just watches him as he gently cleaned the mess in her hair, "It's nobody's fault, Lyon. We both wanted it." Chelia said, her cheeks blushing as she remembers what happened in the beach.

"We both wanted… no, no, no, I didn't," Lyon pulls away from her,

She didn't let him to get away from her, oh, not again. She pushed him to the bed and crawled on top of him in all fours, she doesn't care if she looked like a bitch in heat to him, she wants him, "Admit it, you desired me," Chelia said ghosting her lips above his,

Lyon can feel her breath on his lips and her soft and warm sexy body hovering above his toned and muscular body. "Stop this, Chelia." He intended to scold her but his voice came out hoarsely,

"No, Lyon, I won't stop until you love me," Chelia shifted her body above him, still unsure of what she should do, she then sat on him but her clothed core came in contact with the visible bulge on his groin, she moaned and Lyon grunted,

"Stop… moving, Chelia." Lyon's hands grabbed Chelia's hips to still her from moving,

"Nhaahh… What is this, it feels… ah!" Chelia rolls her hips above him despite his efforts to stop her, putting her hands on top of his,

"Uhg! Stop, Chelia," he felt his beach short became even tighter as he watches Chelia ride him, her face flushed, her pinkish lips slightly open, and her bright blue eyes… they're too sexy.

"Mhhmm…" she leans down and kisses Lyon's chin, his cheek, and then the corner of his mouth but not on his lips. He almost heard a snap in his head; it's like unleashing the sleeping beast within him once more.

"Damn it!" Lyon cursed, sitting up on the bed, grabbing Chelia's sexy rear and pulling her against him, rubbing, grinding on her but it's not enough! He started to nip at her neck, his other hand gripping on his shirt wrapped on her sexy body.

"Oh, my, that feels… Lyon…" Chelia felt her bare back touches the bed sheets, she didn't had his shirt on her, nor her bikini top, how did he take them off too quickly? But she could care less at the moment, her mind is focused on the friction their lower bodied is making.

His lips suckled on the flawless skin of her neck down to her plump breasts, he flick her tongue on her nipple repeatedly before taking it in his mouth, sucking like a hungry child, and then his other hand didn't let her other breast lonely, giving it a massage. 'And here she said her body is undeveloped,' he thought,

She gripped on his white hair, moving her hips with him rhythmically; she felt her clothed core became even wetter and that part between her thighs throbbing again for his thing, "Lyon… Lyon… please, please do me,"

And oh, heavens how can he deny her that? In one swift movement Lyon pulls her bikini panties off her and throwing it on one corner of the room, he then part her thighs wider which made Chelia's blush even redder, "Oh, God, you're so beautiful," he brushes his thumb across her wet pinkish virgin folds, rubbing in a circular motion on her clitoris repeatedly and she moaned, slipping his thumb on her unused entrance, and Chelia gasps.

Lyon then looks up to her eyes again, his usually black-brown eyes looked a little bit mahogany now, Chelia don't know if it's because of the lighting or whatever but it looks so sexy. Not breaking eye contact, he licked his finger, the finger he used to play with my… how much more is he going make wait?

Her brows furrowed when Lyon gets off the bed, did he change his mind again and decided to stop? She leans to her elbows, ready to voice out her protest but was stopped when she felt his hands grips on her hips, dragging her on one edge of the bed. She looks down to see Lyon with his still dangerously sexy eyes staring back at her.

"What are you – Oh!" She moans at the first feel of his mouth down her wet core,

The lewd wet sounds of his mouth doing her throbbing core made her embarrassed and aroused at the same time, he expertly licks her folds up to her clitoris then lightly sucking on that pleasure button, then his tongue again went down to her waiting entrance, poking his tongue inside, daring to go deeper and lapping every juices clean.

"Shit, you taste so good, Chelia, you're a sin!" He said before once again kissing, sucking, and licking her again there.

"Hahh… I need you now, Lyon, please I need you inside me!" Chelia reached him for a plain kiss that went wild with raw desire. She never thought her first kiss would be this intense, not that she's complaining.

"Hmmn… come here," he pulled away from her again, pulling her by the thighs to position himself between them. His hand went down to grip his huge, rock hard member, rubbing the tip on her soaked folds and preparing to enter her.

"Hnn… please be gentle," Chelia bit her lower lip, her bright blue eyes looking at their private parts as Lyon pushed the tip inside her, feeling her small entrance being stretched a little.

"Eh? What are you insolent idiots doing in front of my room door?"

The loud voice of Master Ooba Babasaama made the fog of lust in their eyes flew outside the window, looking at each other with eyes opened wide, they both listened to the hushed voices of their friends just behind the door.

"Eh? I don't care, step aside before I make you all spin!" was their guild member's response, they heard the others still attempted to reason to the old lady, then followed by the sound of the door knob being turned, "Why is it locked?" she knocks, "Open this door, Chelia before I open it using my magic!"

Lyon and Chelia automatically gets off the bed, searching for their clothes scattered in the room in speed Racer would blush. By the time Master Ooba lifts her hand to cast a spell on the lock, Chelia opens the door with a sweet smile on her face, "Sorry, Master, I was in the bathroom when you knocked." was her excuse.

"Is that so?" Master Ooba said. Yuka, Toby, Sherry and Ren looks around the room to find no one beside the amaranth haired girl inside, the four was expecting to witness Lyon and Chelia in an uncompromising state. Chelia though acted as if nothing happened and offer Master Ooba some food they ordered earlier. Jura just looks at the thin layer of ice covering some parts of the open window panes, a knowing smile plastered on his lips.

'What the hell have you done, Lyon? You almost screw her, Stupid, stupid, stupid!'

Lyon is just sitting on top of the large ice make: eagle just beside the window, hidden by the wall, sighed when he heard his friends walk out of the girls' bedroom. "That was fucking close, damn it!" he exclaimed as he fix his beach shorts,

"Yeah, fucking close." Lyon jumped and almost fell, string of curses escaped his mouth as he looks at the smirking Jura Neekis, "So, did the slave enjoyed his master's ministrations?"

Lyon felt the blush crawls up from his neck to his face, "S-shut up!" his eyes focused on his fingers as he buttons up his shirt, can't meet the older man's knowing gaze. The familiar sweet scent of honey suckles and roses from his sirt assaulted his nose, the sight of Chelia's angelic face and sexy body beneath him flashes in his mind. "What is she doing to me?" he muttered,

"Why not date her? As far as I can see, you two have the spark and chemistry, besides you're not getting any younger." Jura said leaning by the wall just beside the opened window,

"Date her?" he repeated, "No, no, she's too young for me,"

"Too young, eh? Who would not want to have a young wife waiting for you at the end of the day?" Jura asks in a manner like he's talking to himself, his hands caressing his wavy beard.

Standing by the door way, Chelia wearing a pure white apron with laces above her usual outfit smiled at him, a ladle on her hand, "Welcome home, love!"

Her amaranth hair laid down, her body wrapped with bath towel as she walks in the bath, "Love, let me wash your back, and of course your front too, tee hee!"

Walking slowly, her sexy hips swayed as she do so, Chelia wearing a hot pink lingerie bent down in front of him, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage, "Love, do you want a massage before we sleep?"

"Hello, Earthland to Lyon," Jura waved his large hands in front of Lyon who seems to be day dreaming while grinning like an idiot, a blood streaming down from his nose.

Blinking his brown-black eyes, finally back to reality, "No, not happening, not this Lyon Vastia." He dismissed the idea,

"Admit it, you just imagined her as a submissive wife there," Jura smirked, amused to see the usual cold and collected Lyon acts like this.

"I-I did not!" Lyon stutters, another steam of blood oozing from his nose,

"You just did, idiot." The ace of Lamia Scale said, "I don't know why you kept on denying it, I don't see anything wrong with you liking Chelia-dono." He sighed, "Our team will eat dinner on the restaurant near the hotel's lobby, just follow us there after you get rid of your problem… in the shower." And with that Jura exited the room, while Lyon eyed the visible tent in his beach short.

"Damn it." He cursed.

The restaurant of the hotel was spacious, the high ceiling decorated by few magical jewelled chandeliers, the gold curtains draped on the large windows and the plush red dining chairs gave the grandiose feel. Their table was covered in a fine ivory coloured table cloth, and between it is a tall transparent vase with a beautiful flower arrangement.

The team ate with gusto, especially Toby who literally stuffed his face with fine food, Chelia on the other hand kept looking on the entrance, hoping a certain ice mage to come and join them. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she saw Lyon walks in, he is wearing a dark blue V-neck shirt and white pants. Damn, he looks so sexy.

Chelia waiting for Lyon to sit on the chair next to her that she purposely let unoccupied for him but the said ice mage sits on the chair next to Yuka and Toby. Is he avoiding her again? Her shoulders dropped, and her eyes then went back to her plate.

"Chelia, don't play with your food, dear." Master Ooba scolded her,

"Yes, Master Ooba." She said and resumed her eating,

"Eat more, dear," Master Ooba put another serving of food to Chelia's plate, the old lady always tend to baby her since she is the youngest member of their team.

Their dinner continued until the luxurious desert is served to them by the waiter, Lyon still doesn't look at her direction, and here she thought he would finally look at her after what happened earlier in the room, the ice mage clearly desired her.

When they go back to their suite room, Lyon immediately excused himself saying that he is really tired and that he wants to retire in his room early. Chelia on the other hand just stayed in the sitting room and watch movies in the lacrima vision with Toby and the others. Master Ooba and Jura also went to their respective rooms after couple of hours.

"Hey, why are you still here? I thought when Lyon goes to the room too early he is waiting for you to meet him," Sherry whispered to her with a sly grin curved in her pinkish sexy lips.

Chelia smiled to her cousin, she knew sooner or later Sherry would ask her about it, "What are you saying, Sherry-nee?" and she would act cool about it, hiding perfectly her inner turmoil,

"You know what I'm saying, Chelia… we… know what the two of you doing in the room earlier," Sherry smirked when Chelia finally tear away her eyes from the movie,

"More like you heard us?" she said,

"Well, you can't blame us, cousin, you two acted so suspiciously and were… too loud." Sherry bumps her arm to hers purposely as she giggled.

Chelia reached her hand to the bowl of popcorn in the coffee table. Toby and Yuka were just pretending to watch the movie but was more interested to know the real score between Lyon and their baby team member.

"So, are you two going out now?" Sherry asks,

"Oh, look at the time! Need to sleep now," Chelia stands on the couch and quickly walks to the room she and Master Ooba shared,

"Ah, she escaped!" Yuka said.

Chelia closed the room door behind her and press her back on it, letting out a deep sigh. The guild master was fast asleep on her bed, the light snores can be heard in the room. Today she did things to Lyon that she'd never done in the past, she seduced him, really seduced him by using her womanly charms that she didn't thought she had. But then she never thought Lyon would desire her too much that the ice mage gave in and almost had sex with her. Almost. If they were not interrupted what could be the scenario now?

She then went to the bathroom, strip her clothes and soak her body in the oversized jacuzzi filled with warm water. Her mind is filled with the certain ice mage at the moment, the way his lips felt against hers, how his fingertips felt against her skin, the way their bodies seemed to fit together like a jigsaw piece. 'Am I the only one who felt like this?'

Sighing deeply, Chelia clears her mind; don't want to think about rejection, being ignored or being a misfit to him. Chelia scrubs her arms clean with a wash cloth, and focused her mind on bathing, her hand with the wash cloth went to her breasts and then a memory of Lyon working on her plump breasts flashes on her mind.

Dropping the wash cloth on the water, her hands went up to touch her breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingers while imagining it as Lyon's hands. Her other hand let go of her breast and slid down between her shapely thighs, rubbing her fingers through her folds, then inserting a finger inside her, moving it in and out of her, adding another finger and moving her hands quickly. Soon her breathing became uneven, it felt good but it wasn't enough! Pulling out his finger she then sighed again.

Lyon turns in his bed for the nth time, he can't sleep at all. When Toby and Yuka enters the room, he pretended to asleep so that the idiots won't question him about what happened earlier in the girl's bedroom. The idiots are now asleep on their respective beds, Toby snoring like mad while Yuka hugging a pillow. Jura was on the farthest bed near the door, also sleeping soundly.

He turns again in his bed, he really can't sleep. Laying on his back and staring at the ceiling, Lyon's mind start to wander to a certain Sky God Slayer, damn he thought she was beautiful but he is wrong, she is gorgeous, her womanly curves, her sexy legs, her bright alluring blue eyes, when did the small girl following her around the guild grow up into a very fine woman?

"Arggh!" Lyon pulls his white hair in frustration, he was thinking about Chelia, again. What is the point of stripping his shirt that had her sweet scent on it? But he couldn't really blame himself. Chelia this afternoon was… well really bold. Yes, she is always trying to get his attention but not like this, she was always being 'Chelia the super adorable cute girl' and not a seductress. Not that he's complaining, honestly, he liked this part of her.

Lyon sat on the bed, his hands clutching his white hair, "No, no, no I don't like her." Giving up on trying getting some sleep, he got off the bed and walks into the sliding door that leads to the veranda. Sliding it open, the night wind touches his bare upper body since he is just wearing a white pyjama.

Walking outside he saw the lounge chairs in it but before he could go there, his black-brown eyes found a pair of bright blue ones. Chelia was standing on the other side since the two bedrooms are connected to the veranda. His eyes, even if he doesn't want to, went down her thinly clad gorgeous body. She is wearing a yellow printed sleeping gown with a large pink bow below her soft looking breasts, and it's too damn short that he could see her pink panties as the nightly wind blows to them.

Chelia on the other hand is doing the exact thing, her bright blue eyes roamed his muscled chest and broad shoulders down to his beautifully sculpted abs. his white pyjamas are hanging low so she could see the trail of white hair in his lower tummy, her cheeks blushed as her eyes reached the waist band of his pyjama that covers his well-endowed member. She didn't expect to see him and only want to breathe some fresh night air to clear her mind and to cool her body but it seems doing the opposite.

"H-hey," was the only thing he could say right now,

"Hey," she shifted her eyes away from his body and looks up to his face,

"What are you doing in here?" he asks, wanting to kick himself for feeling like a teen age boy in front of a very beautiful lady, "I thought that every one's asleep."

"I can't sleep." She said, "How 'bout you, Lyon?"

"Same here." He said. God, what is with this awkward atmosphere?

"Lyon," she called, her bright blue eyes watches his every movement as he leans his hands on the iron railings.

"Hm?" his eyes on the beautiful night view of the entire resort from above,

"Why can't you love me?" she asks, her clenched hand on top of her chest,

Lyon turns to face her, his black-brown eyes widen in shock, "Ch-Chelia that is not true, I do love–"

"Love me as a sister?" she finishes his sentence, she felt a dull ache in her chest, "That is not what I want, Lyon, I want you to really 'love' me." Her bare feet took a couple of steps to get near him, and he steps back,

"Please stop this already, Chelia. I told you, you're too young for me," Lyon gritted his teeth when she started tearing up, he hates it when she cries,

"I am not a child! I am already eighteen, Lyon!" she answered back, so sick of being treated as a child,

"And I'm twenty-nine." Lyon pointed out, "Don't you think that's too old for an eighteen years old girl?"

"But I love you." Chelia took another step towards him,

"Love?" Lyon repeated the word, "What do you know about love?" he asks,

"Lyon…" Chelia sniffled, wiping a tears that escapes her eyes,

"What you're feeling about me is just admiration, it's not love." Lyon gripped on the edges of the railing, "I'm not the one for you, Chelia." But deep inside him he felt a pang in his chest from hearing his words,

Chelia just stand there, crying with her head hang low. Her silent sobs was so loud in his ears, he wanted to say sorry and wraps his arms around her small fragile form. And before he could think his body automatically moves to do it.

The amaranth haired young woman cried louder from contact, "Please stop crying, I'm so sorry. You're too precious to me, and I don't want to hurt you." He kissed her forehead a couple of times,

Chelia just cried and cried to his naked chest, possessively wrapping her arms around his waist as her heart is falling into pieces, because she felt that this will be the last time she'd hug him like this.

End of Chapter: 01/28/2014

Oh, the drama! Chelia is rejected again by Lyon, what would she do now? See you at the next chapter!

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