**MORACE'S ROOM**

Lyra gasped but quickly opened her mouth, inviting him for deeper exploration.

Race took control of Morace in an instant.

His tongue slipped inside, the heat causing her to moan softly against him. She nibbled on his lower lip, gripping his shirt and drawing him closer as they sank onto the bed.

When they finally parted, their lips appeared full and crimson. Bluey captured her lip again, still gazing at his own, wishing this moment could last indefinitely. He tasted exquisite, and she craved more.

"Are you alright?" Morace inquired, noticing her lingering gaze.

"I'm... fine," Lyra responded slowly.

Morace lowered his hand, prompting Lyra to instinctively reach...