Boros sat at the edge of the bed, legs slightly apart, his dual-layered eyes watching Yelan with calm intensity.
She knelt between his thighs, black hair messy and clinging to her sweat-damp skin. With clear determination, she leaned forward and took his thick cock into her mouth, giving her best effort to pleasure him. Her lips stretched wide around his girth as she bobbed her head slowly, sucking with eager but inexperienced movements. Her tongue swirled clumsily around the sensitive head, trying to take more of him each time, occasionally gagging softly when she pushed too deep. Saliva dripped down her chin as she worked, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet room.
*She's an amateur at this,* Boros thought, a faint trace of amusement in his mind. *At this rate, I won't be releasing anything anytime soon.*
After several long minutes of her devoted but unskilled efforts, he reached down and gently stroked her hair. "How about you use your breasts?"
Yelan looked up at him, her lips still wrapped tightly around his cock, and nodded in agreement. She pulled back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to his shaft. Lifting her heavy, bountiful breasts, she pressed them together around his length, enveloping him in soft, warm flesh. She began stroking up and down with her chest, squeezing firmly while leaning forward to take the exposed, glistening head back into her mouth. Her tongue flicked and sucked greedily at the tip as her breasts continued their rhythmic stroking, the combination creating slick, delicious friction.
The sensation built gradually. Wet heat surrounded the head while silky pressure milked the rest of his shaft. Boros's cock began to twitch and pulse more noticeably inside her mouth. Yelan felt it and increased her speed, stroking faster with her tits and sucking harder on the sensitive head, her cheeks hollowing with effort.
His release finally hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum flooded her mouth without warning. It was far too much. Yelan's eyes widened in surprise as she struggled to swallow, but she couldn't keep up. Boros gently raised her head off his cock just as the rest of his load erupted in hot, white streaks across her face and chest, painting her skin in messy lines.
She held the mouthful uncertainly, cheeks slightly puffed, unsure what to do next.
"Swallow it," Boros said, voice low and steady. "It's good for you."
Yelan obeyed, gulping it down with visible effort. Then she opened her mouth wide, showing him the empty evidence of her obedience. Without being told, she began scooping the cum from her face with her fingers, licking every drop clean with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. She moved lower, lifting her breasts one by one, licking and sucking the sticky fluid from her own soft skin, making soft, wet sounds as she thoroughly cleaned herself.
Boros watched the entire display, satisfaction deepening in his chest.
*My cum contains euphorin,* he thought, *the same addictive substance found in drugs like heroin, cocaine, and methamphetamine. It binds to the pleasure centers far stronger than any natural chemical. Any woman who tastes my cum won't be able to go back.*
A slow, predatory grin spread across his face. He raised one hand to cover his mouth for a moment, then slowly returned it to normal.
He stood up. "Get up."
Yelan rose shakily to her feet, legs still trembling. Boros took her wrist and pulled her onto the bed. He stepped back, grabbed her legs, and hooked them over his shoulders, folding her body nearly in half. His still-hard cock hovered at her slick entrance. To his surprise, Yelan reached down with both hands and spread her puffy, glistening folds for him, offering herself openly.
Boros smiled at the eager assistance and thrust forward, sinking deep inside her in one smooth motion. He immediately set a rapid, punishing pace, hips slamming against her ass with wet, forceful strokes that made her breasts bounce with every impact.
Yelan came almost instantly, her walls clenching hard around him as clear liquid squirted around his cock and soaked the mattress beneath them.
Boros paid no mind to her release. He kept driving into her without pause, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting echoing through the room. He leaned forward, bending her frame beautifully as he captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled while he continued pounding her, building higher until he groaned and released inside her, flooding her depths with another thick, pulsing load.
As Boros slowly withdrew his cock, Yelan turned onto her stomach, face buried in the sheets, breathing in large, ragged gasps as she tried to recover.
Boros had other plans. He crawled over her from behind, hands grabbing and squeezing her plump ass cheeks, molding the soft flesh however he liked, spreading them apart to admire the view. Yelan turned her head, eyes hazy with exhaustion, and tried to plead.
"Wait… just a moment of rest… please…"
He wasted no time. His cock aligned and sheathed itself fully inside her soaked folds in one deep thrust. The rest of his body dropped over hers, pressing her firmly into the mattress as he resumed fucking her with deep, steady strokes.
Yelan tried to utter words, but only broken moans and cries of pleasure escaped her lips. Boros leaned forward, used one hand to turn her head toward him, and captured her mouth in another intense kiss. It didn't last long. He broke it and began nibbling and biting gently along her nape and shoulder. Her head bent back in pleasure as he picked up the pace, hips slapping loudly against her ass.
"This is the final one," he growled against her skin. "Take it."
He gave one final, powerful slam of his hips.
Yes!
Mghhh!
Aaahhggh!
Ahh!
Yelan yelled as they came together, her body convulsing violently beneath him while he pumped the last of his load deep inside her twitching depths.
Still lodged fully inside her, Boros leaned down and whispered hotly into her ear.
"You'll tell me all I need to know about your mistress, the Fourth Seat, won't you?"
Yelan lay utterly spent, eyes glazed over and a thin trail of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. She could only murmur weakly in acceptance.
Boros smiled. "Good girl."
He pulled out slowly and got up, patting her ass once before stepping away.