Chapter 159 --159
Ken’s chest heaved beneath her, each breath deep and ragged like he’d just run for miles. His golden eyes locked onto hers—wide, pupils blown dark with shock and raw hunger, something desperate flickering in their depths. Elara’s face stayed perfectly blank, that same mask she always wore, but the poison coursing wild through her veins had stripped away every last careful layer. What remained was pure, primal instinct wearing her skin.
Her fingers twisted his nipple harder, nails digging crescents into the sensitive flesh, pulling the swollen bud until his skin stretched taut and pale around it.
"Aagh—’nngh’!" Ken’s back arched violently off the silk sheets, spine bowing beautiful and broken. His hips bucked up wild and uncontrolled, thick cock slapping his abs with a wet smack that left pre-cum glistening across his stomach. The sound that tore from his throat was raw—half pain, half pleasure, all desperation. "’Hnngh’... gods..."
Heat radiated from his body, sweat already beading on his scarred chest, sliding down the valleys between hard-earned muscle. His bound hands twisted behind his back, biceps flexing uselessly, veins standing out stark against his skin.
Elara released the tortured nipple suddenly. The flesh bloomed angry red, her handprint stark against his darker skin. Her blank eyes tracked lower, clinical and cold despite the fever burning through her blood. His cock stood rigid between them—thick, veined, the head flushed deep purple and weeping steady streams of pre-cum that pooled in the grooves of his abs.
Her hand shot down, fingers wrapping around the base in a vise grip—no gentleness, no warm-up. Her thumb pressed hard against his urethra, blocking the flow.
Ken’s whole body seized. "’Grrk’! ’Nngh’!" The choked sound scraped from his throat, eyes rolling back for a heartbeat. His cock swelled impossibly thicker in her grip, trapped pre-cum making the head balloon dark and desperate. Thighs shook with the effort of holding still, muscles corded tight under sweat-slick skin.
"Legs. Wide." Her voice was flat as stone.
He obeyed instantly, spreading his knees until his thighs trembled with the stretch, exposing everything—heavy balls hanging vulnerable, inner thighs already showing faint bruises from earlier. The position was obscene, submissive, perfect.
Elara shifted forward, rising on her knees until her soaked pussy hovered just above his face. Arousal mixed with poison-sweat dripped down, one thick drop landing on his parted lips. His tongue darted out automatically, tasting salt and her.