Special Chapter 2 nd 3
Now that she was sure that there was no one spying on them, Medea decided to be even bolder.
Tugging at his pants, she whispered in a husky voice, “Let me help you a little.”
From this position, Sol's gaze dove straight down the dress to the bare skin below. A straight view of her small and perky, pink nipples. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He could see her skinny arms and legs, her nipples, and her armpits.
Many times he thought she would break if he held her too tightly, and he found her arousing enough that he could not suppress the desire to embrace her growing inside him.
Her modest chest lacked Milia’s great size or even her fellow witch like Persephone. But Sol was someone who loved all womanly forms.
His heart pounded hard in his chest as he decided to let the bold witch do as she pleased.
Now that she knew she had his permission, she got to work removing his pants and underwear. It did not take long for him to be standing, with his cock spring forth in all its glory. By now, this was a sight Medea had gotten used to. But it was no less impressive no matter how many times she observed it.
Taking a deep breath and inhaling his strong, musky, male scent, Medea's blush spread even further and deeper, as she started taking off her robes as well. She knew that they were about to get messy and cleaning semen was always complicated unless she used several bouts of cleaning magic.
“It’s twitching so much. Like it’s in pain. Don’t worry. I’ll help you out.”