Chapter 630 630-Small Punishment.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I asked with a very gentle tone, my feelings of care for Trisa flowing to her like a rocket as she opened her eyes, they seemingly opened themselves up as they looked at me with confusion which quickly went away when my face reflected beautifully within her sight.

"Ah!..."

Being the voice that left her mouth as she jumped a bit in my embrace, no doubt the memory of what I did flooded her mind to oblivion, making her feel extremely honored at the very fact that the goddess Orpheus would descend on her mind to give her a divine decree, and now that will be the basis that will keep me afloat.

Her mind now must be going through a lot of confusion and to that, I gently held her and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Calm down, I am here with you..."

These whispers of mine, along with my words, got her under control a bit as I asked, the same gentle care filling her.

"What happened? I just went to the washroom and came back, only to find you lying here without a single hurt. Did something happen?"

My care of mine was gentle yet loving, and the feelings were more than overwhelming, not to mention the shift that I put into her mind when I acted as Orpheus, a very blatant criminal act that would send the entire church to kill me if I wasn't their holy child, and Trisa won't doubt any of it. I gave her all the powerful presence she needed, not to mention that no one had the balls to even act like Orpheus.

If done so, Orpheus herself might mess you up, but to me, her loving son, she will take it as her child trying to act like her mommy, forgiving me for a sin that will lead to me being hunted by any living thing with life on this planet.

"No, I just had a breakthrough and went into a trance."

Trisa replied in a low voice, her guilty face revealing that she was lying to me and not liking it at all. But she is smart enough to know that the Goddess Orpheus wants her to keep what she can feel about me a secret, and her gentle fanatic heart will more than be happy to be the light of the hero that will lead the era.

"Really?"

I asked with confusion, seeing it so, the guilty look on Trisa's face only got worse, but she still nodded her head, those long ears of hers going down a bit either in guilt or sadness at lying to me. Nonetheless, the situation of her hurting me by lying is beginning the chain reaction of guilt and hurt that I want to see.

"If you say so, I will believe you."

I replied, the blooming trust and like I have for her flowing to her, making her ears go down even further. Seeing so, I moved forward, reaching toward her left ear as I blew on it a little before biting down slowly.

"Eiek!"

She reacted as her body trembled while her hand squished a bit against me, but she didn't dare to push me away. I leaned back slightly, allowing my lips to brush against Trisa's earlobe. Her body quivered in response, a mixture of surprise and anticipation dancing in her eyes. I traced the delicate curve of her ear with the tip of my tongue, savoring the softness beneath my touch.

"You've been a naughty elf, keeping secrets from me," I murmured my voice a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine. My fingers danced along the edge of her ear, teasing and tantalizing. "And naughty elves deserve a little punishment, don't they?"

She bit her lip, a subtle nod confirming her agreement. The air was thick with a charged tension as I continued my sensual assault on her sensitive ears. I planted feather-light kisses along the shell, alternating between gentle nibbles and soothing licks.

Trisa's breath hitched, and I could feel her pulse quicken beneath my fingertips. Her eyes, a mix of desire and vulnerability, met mine, silently pleading for more. I grinned, reveling in the delightful torment I was inflicting upon her.

With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I reached into the mana around me creating a cube of ice. Trisa watched with a blend of curiosity and trepidation as I held it above her ear, letting the cold water droplets trace a path along the heated skin. The contrast of temperatures heightened her senses, making every touch more electrifying.

"Um~"

The ice melted, leaving a delicious trail of coolness in its wake. I continued my exploration, trailing kisses down the nape of her neck, savoring the subtle taste of her skin. Trisa's hands clutched at the fabric of my shirt, her breathing becoming increasingly uneven.

"Your punishment is far from over, my dear Trisa," I whispered, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "But perhaps, if you're a good girl, I might consider being merciful."

I continued my sensual teasing, exploring every inch of her delicate ears with a delicate touch and calculated moves. My fingers traced the contours, caressing the sensitive skin with the utmost care. Trisa's gasps and soft moans were music to my ears, a symphony of pleasure that fueled my own desire. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the dance of my fingertips, and the gentle nibbles on her earlobes kept going in a slow torture.

My lips traveled down her neck, planting soft kisses along the way. Trisa's breath hitched, and her hands gripped the fabric of my shirt. I could feel the tension in her body, the mix of anticipation and desire.

"You lied to me, Trisa," I whispered again huskily against her ear, my warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "And now I have to make sure to teach this maid a very good lesson, don't I?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. I let my fingers dance lightly along her waist, tracing teasing patterns that made her squirm.

"Mother Orpheus wouldn't be pleased if she knew," I continued, my voice dripping with sensual authority. "But lucky for you, I'm feeling generous tonight. So, what should we do about your little transgression?"

I leaned back, allowing Trisa to look into my eyes. The intensity in my gaze matched the electric charge between us. Her breath caught, and I could see the anticipation burning in her eyes.

"Tell me, my sweet Trisa, what can you offer me to make amends? How will you make it up to me for the sin of lying?"

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she took a deep breath, and at that moment, I could see the determination in her eyes. She reached up, her fingers gently brushing against my cheek.

"Anything," she whispered, her voice a sultry promise. "I'll do anything to make it right."

The gentle older sister spoke, the blush on her face beautiful, while I could feel her rising slow desire to make me happy in any way, I smirked, pleased with her response. My hand slid down her side, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. My lips found hers in a hungry kiss, a collision of desire and hunger. Trisa responded with equal fervor, her hands finding their way to the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

As the kiss deepened, I let my hands explore her body, tracing the curves that drove me wild. The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of arousal, a heady mix of passion and lust. Breaking the kiss with a bit of saliva between us I looked at the intoxicated look in Trisa's face with a brimming smirk.

"Now your true punishment would be some spanks...."

These words of mine made Trisa's eyes widen.