Volume 1 – 36. Sore Throat [18+]
Ava's eyes narrowed with predatory delight at his question. "Isn't that obvious?" she replied, her voice dripping with confidence. She released her supportive hold on Seren and gestured for Lucien to come closer, crooking a finger in a commanding summons.
Lucien offered a low, self-deprecating chuckle, rising to his feet. He moved to sit beside Ava on the edge of the bed, the springs giving a soft creak beneath his weight.
"Have you ever done this with a dark elf?"
"This is a first."
Ava's smirk widened. "Lucky you." Her hand reached out, her fingers tracing along his strong jawline with deliberate, possessive slowness. Her sharp nails lightly grazed his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. "Don't worry about a thing and just follow my lead."
Lucien leaned back slightly against the mattress, watching Ava's approach with a mixture of anticipation and wariness. He made no effort to hide the growing bulge tenting his trousers.
Ava noticed immediately, her crimson eyes dropping to trace the thick, promising outline through the supple black material. She let out a low, appreciative hum. "My, my... that seems quite big," she mused, her voice a husky murmur. "Inferni really are built differently. I'm impressed." Her fingers continued their journey downwards, tracing from his jaw, over his collarbone, and across the planes of his abdomen through his clothing before brushing teasingly against the hardening length beneath his pants. "Let's see how well you last with me."
She shifted fluidly, positioning her face between his legs. With practiced efficiency, she began unlacing his trousers, her deft movements making quick work of the intricate knots. Once the material fell open—
"—!"
—the sheer, magnificent size of him stole the air from her lungs. A rare moment of genuine, stunned surprise flickered across her usually composed features.
Lucien grinned, a hint of arrogance in his expression. "Is it the biggest one you've seen?" he couldn't resist asking.
Ava recovered swiftly. Her expression shifted from that fleeting surprise to something predatory. A low, throaty hiss escaped her as she dragged her tongue slowly across her upper lip, savoring the anticipation. Then, she wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft, testing the girth, feeling the warmth pulse steadily against her palm.
"It's certainly impressive," she conceded, a note of genuine respect threading through her husky voice. "But size isn't everything. Technique matters just as much."
She fixed him with a look that was equal parts challenge and promise, then lowered her head. Her lips parted, and she took him in slowly—inch by agonizing inch. A soft, wet slurp preceded her descent. Her throat relaxed with practiced ease as she swallowed nearly all of his considerable length, her nose pressing at his base. A muffled, satisfied NNGH rumbled from her throat, the vibration traveling through his entire shaft like a live current.
Her crimson eyes never left his face. She watched with razor-sharp focus every micro-expression—the tremor in his hand, the tightening of his neck muscles, the ragged gasp of air that escaped his lungs. She catalogued every reaction, feeding on his responses like a predator reading prey.
Ava's technique was nothing short of extraordinary. She alternated between deep, throat-bobbing descents that swallowed him to the hilt—GLK! GLK!—and slower, almost cruelly torturous upstrokes where she dragged her sinuous tongue along the underside of his shaft. She lingered at the most sensitive spots near the ridge of his cockhead, circling the swollen tip with precise, devastating pressure.
Thick ropes of saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, dripping in glistening, pearlescent threads back onto his lap and the sheets below. She picked up speed gradually, her white hair cascading across his muscular thighs like moonlight spilled on dark marble, her cheeks hollowing dramatically as she applied more pressure and suction.
"Mnnh~" A muffled, desperate-sounding moan escaped her as she worked him deeper and faster—schlick schlick schlick—the wet sounds of her mouth growing more urgent.
"Ngh—"
Lucien's breath hitched audibly. His free hand instinctively reached forward, fingers sinking into the cool silk of her silver-white hair. "Fuck—"
She didn't resist—in fact, she pressed further into his grip, tilting her head subtly to encourage him. His fingers tightened reflexively as her pace intensified, her head bobbing with increasing urgency. His knuckles went white with tension. The wet sounds grew louder—slorp glorp schlick—as her tongue worked overtime to tease and torment.
"Ava..." His voice came out strained, ragged, and deeper than usual, cracking with mounting need. His hips shifted involuntarily, pressing forward, a needy thrust into the welcoming warmth of her mouth. The infernal heat radiating from him visibly intensified, a sure sign that he was rapidly approaching the inevitable shattering point.
Ava felt the magnificent length swelling powerfully against her tongue, growing thicker, harder, pulsating with a barely contained, primal need. And then—she deliberately pulled back.
"...!?"
Not all the way. She left her lips resting delicately on the very tip, her lower lip pressed firmly against the slick slit, her warm, moist breath ghosting over the hypersensitive skin. She looked up at him through her lashes, and the expression blooming across her features was pure, unfiltered, delightful cruelty.
His cock twitched violently in frustrated anticipation, a perfect bead of glistening pre-cum forming right at the crown, caught exquisitely between her parted lips.
Lucien frowned slightly, a furrow deepening between his brows. This woman… he thought, a surge of annoyance washing over him. He glanced toward Seren, who was still breathless from the earlier climax but was now watching them both, her own fingers tracing slow circles against her damp cunt. He recalled now, with dawning certainty, that Ava was a sadist.
"No," she stated simply, pulling back another decisive centimeter. The cool, crisp air of the chamber rushed against his flushed, slick shaft, sending a jolt of sensory overload through him. "Not yet."
Lucien clicked his tongue in exasperation. "How long are you going to keep this up?"
Ava smiled again, and this time it truly glittered with sadistic glee. "As long as it amuses me," she purred sweetly, her voice laced with mock innocence. Then, with a swift maneuver, she took him back into her mouth—but only halfway this time, leaving the bottom half of his shaft exposed to the teasing chill of the room air. Her tongue focused entirely on the head, flicking and circling and pressing flat against the underside in rapid, maddening repetitions. Each sharp flick sent electric jolts racing straight up through his spine, while every rotation of her tongue coaxed him closer without ever allowing him the relief of cresting.
“Ngh…” A guttural moan escaped his lips, the sound muffled by the urgent, clawing sensations building within him.
She let out a soft, drawn-out moan—mnnnnghhhhh—deliberately aimed to push him further over the edge, the sound vibrating deliciously against his hypersensitive flesh.
Slorrrp... slorrrp...
After a while, however, Lucien's patience finally snapped.
"Tch—enough." A sharp, commanding snap of his voice cut through the chamber.
He yanked Ava's head downward forcefully, hands gripping her white hair, pulling her down onto his length. He drove himself deep—deeper than she had intended, surpassing even her own deliberate restraint. But he wasn't content to simply surrender control to her—the opposite. He twisted his powerful hips violently, driving his thick, throbbing cock against the back of her throat with a brutality that bordered on savage.
"HNK?!"
Ava gasped, her crimson eyes flying wide open in genuine surprise, a startled sound escaping her lips before being silenced by the overwhelming fullness. Her pupils dilated with shock and... something else. Excitement?
He didn't stop there. His hand tightened in her white hair, gripping her skull firmly to hold her in place while his other hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, guiding the rhythm. He pounded into her willing mouth with rough, unyielding strokes. The wet, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick sounds became increasingly frantic and loud, reverberating off the chamber walls.
The tip of his cock drove past her tonsils, brushing against her sensitive uvula, triggering her gag reflex violently. But he refused to pull back—not an inch. He forced her to take every single inch of him, filling her mouth completely until her jaw ached, her throat convulsed rhythmically around his girth in desperate, involuntary contractions.
Ava's entire body shuddered—hard—not from pain, but from an intensity that transcended it. A deep, bone-melting wave of pleasure crashed through her, accompanied by a full-body tremble that made her limbs quiver. A muffled, whimpering moan escaped her stuffed lips—"Mmhhhnn~!"—the vibrations traveling along his entire length and settling deep in his balls like a thunderclap.
Ah, I loved this!
The masochist in her roared.
She loved the raw dominance, the roughness, the sheer physical power he wielded over her body like it was his to command.
More!
Her throat relaxed further, tightening then loosening in a rhythm that perfectly matched his thrusts—GLK GLK GLK—each swallow creating a vice-like milking action around his length that drew desperate, choked sounds from him. She swallowed deeply, her throat constricting around him in tight, rhythmic spasms that squeezed and released, squeezed and released, an exquisite torture designed to push him beyond reason.
Her nose flared, breathing in short, shallow bursts through her nostrils, her lungs burning for oxygen. Tears pricked at the corners of her crimson eyes, glassy and luminous, blurring her vision. Another moan leaked from her—"Mmphhn~!"—desperate and needy, muffled by the fullness stretching her jaws.
She looked up at him through half-lidded, glazed, tear-rimmed eyes. Her expression was one of absolute, total devotion—lips swollen and reddened around his shaft, tears tracking silently down her flushed cheeks, her white hair disheveled and plastered to her forehead with sweat. It was the face of a woman utterly consumed by masochistic hunger, drunk on submission, begging without words.
Lucien's jaw tightened, a dark, deeply satisfying curl of triumph spreading through his chest at the sight of her complete submission. He could feel her throat clamped around his cock like a fist, her body trembling with a mixture of pain and ecstasy so intertwined they were indistinguishable. The knowledge that she was enjoying this as much as he was—no, more—sent a rush of possessive fire through his veins.
He increased the pace. His thrusts became erratic, reckless, driven by a desperation that bordered on violent. Each impact drove his cock past her tonsils with a meaty THUMP that echoed wetly through the chamber. His hips moved faster and harder—
GLK. GLK. GLK.
Each stroke grinding against her throat until her jaw trembled and her eyes rolled slightly. The tears streaming down her beautiful face came freely and unashamed, mixing with the saliva already coating her chin and lips in a glistening mess.
"Nnngh— haaah— fuck—"
His voice cracked, breaking between thrusts, his composure fracturing. His fingers tangled roughly in her white hair, angling her head to deepen the penetration. The bed creaked loudly beneath them, the frame groaning under the force of his movements.
"You wanted to play games?" he rasped, his voice dropping into a register so low it vibrated in her bones. "This... is how we play."
He slammed into her throat one final time with the full weight of his body behind it and held her there. His hips pressed flush against her face, his balls drawing up tight and heavy against her chin. Every muscle in his body tensed, the tendons in his neck standing out like cords as the orgasm built in his spine like a supernova.
Ava felt the way his cock swelled, thickening impossibly inside her constricted throat. She moaned desperately around him—"Mmmmhhhhr—rrhhr...!"—her hands gripping his thighs so tightly her knuckles turned white, urging him on, begging him with her whole body to release.
Spurt!!!
Hot, thick seed flooded her throat in a massive, churning wave—so much, so much—her eyes went wide as she felt the sheer volume stretching her already-full throat. Her throat convulsed in desperate, greedy swallows—GLK GLK GLK—trying to keep up with the torrent but failing spectacularly.
For a moment, Lucien remained frozen above her, his cock still lodged deep in her throat, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of his explosive climax. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled back, his semi-hard cock slipping from her mouth with a slick, wet popping sound. A thick, pearlescent string of cum connected his glossy head to her swollen lower lip before snapping like a rubber band.
Ava coughed, a harsh, ragged sound that was half-clearing her throat and half-gasping for air. She blinked her watery eyes, a thick rivulet of his seed mingled with her saliva trickling from the corner of her mouth—but there was no respite.
With movements that were simultaneously fluid and urgent, she tore at her garments, casting them aside without ceremony or care until they lay crumpled on the chamber floor. Then, with a grace that defied her just-used state, she spread her legs wide, planting her feet flat on the mattress. The action opened her completely, revealing the glistening, swollen folds of her bare cunt, already damp and pulsing with a need that screamed to be met.
She raised her hips slightly in an unmistakable invitation, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that stole his breath. All traces of the playful sadism were gone, replaced by a raw, carnal plea.
"Now..." she whispered, her voice reduced to a husky, ravaged rasp that scraped against his senses. "...the main course."
Her hands traveled down her own body. One settled over her engorged clit, fingertips pressing down with a gentle, circular grind that made her hips jerk involuntarily. The other traced the slick, twitching entrance of her dripping hole, dipping just the tip of her finger inside before pulling back, teasing herself as she'd teased him.
She shuddered, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks as cool air kissed her flushed skin. A breathy, trembling moan escaped her parted lips—"Aaaaahn~"—vibrating in the charged air.
Then her eyes lifted to his once more, and a wicked, wanton smirk touched those cum-glossed lips.
"Rough me up," she breathed, the challenge in her tone unmistakable, giving him permission to unleash everything he had. Her thighs quivered with anticipation, her toes curling against the sheets. Every line of her body radiated a singular, desperate message:
I'm yours. Break me.