4. The Maid
Olens groaned, his face twisting as if he could no longer hold back. The sticky saliva, the hot breath, the ceaseless glide of that slick tongue—it sent a tingling shiver racing up his spine from tailbone to crown. A low sound escaped through his clenched teeth unbidden.
“Ugh...”
The dizzying pull, as if he might be sucked endlessly into oblivion, crept up from the brink only to dissipate into thin air at the last moment, leaving him deflated and adrift. Then it would coil around him again like quicksand, sticky and insistent, only to slip away with a pang of regret. This cycle repeated several times. Olens struggled to contain the rising hunger surging from within.
He couldn’t bear to let that prickling tease in his inner thighs escape any longer. At last, he seized Ellie’s head firmly with both hands.
“Your teasing ends here.”
Gripping her head, Olens shot her a fierce glare, his voice a low rumble. Ellie looked up at him, her glossy red lips stretched wide around the thick, throbbing shaft. The corners of Olens’s eyes narrowed.
Then, clamping her head tight between his hands like a vise, he thrust deep into the warm cavern of her tongue, his fiery pillar pulsing with heat.
“Ugh... mmph...”
To accommodate the penis filling her mouth completely, Ellie’s jaw gaped wide, saliva dribbling down her chin in rivulets. Her hot, soft tongue slid frictionally along the underside of the rigid column, sending an unbearable jolt racing along his urethra. At last, the glans pressed against the tight inner wall of her narrow throat.
The cramped squeeze enveloping his shaft, the lips suctioned around the thick base, the hot saliva trickling along their stretched inner softness, the faint but scorching breath seeping through to tickle his balls—it was overwhelming. Driven by the urge to burrow deeper into that constricting throat, Olens rocked his hips forward, shoving his cock in even further.
The searing pressure clamping around his penis, subtle yet unyieldingly tight, ignited another electric thrill from his heels, up his calves, gathering at the base of his ass before surging along his spine to flood his entire body. Overwhelmed by the torrent of sensation, Olens surrendered his mind to it, eyes squeezed shut, body rigid as he halted his movements.
“Ah...”
A low moan slipped from his parted lips. All strength drained from his limbs, his awareness narrowing to a pinpoint at the blunt, pulsing tip nestled against that yielding wall.
In that moment, Ellie twisted her neck and head, seizing the slack in Olens’s grip. With a wet schlick, the thick, saliva-smeared purplish cock slipped free from her mouth like it was being yanked out.
The angry member twitched forward, reluctant to lose the throat’s embrace, bucking defiantly. Emerging into the cool air from its warm sheath, the upright tip trailed strings of clear, viscous saliva.
“Gack... hack... urk... ugh.”
Ellie heaved in a desperate breath, retching dryly. Her red lips, chin, even her nose were smeared with the frothy saliva from the cock that had plugged her throat moments before. Her face contorted in pallid strain as she gulped down the rising nausea, thin blue veins bulging along her slender white neck, the muscles within laboring visibly. Saliva trickled from her nape down to her collarbone.
Leaving the relentless stream of drool to flow unchecked from her lips, chin, and neck, Ellie rolled her eyes up and down, fighting for air. But the room’s chill air had drawn his scrotum up tight around the long, thick shaft, its wrinkled, veined surface glistening with frothy, mucus-laced saliva as it loomed toward her.
Seeing the dark red glans rush toward her lips, Ellie’s hazy eyes widened. Soon, the saliva-slick penis rested again on her pale chin, its plump, soft tip grinding slowly, savoringly against her skin. The white froth around her mouth smeared in its path.
Meeting her slender gaze, Olens gripped her chin hard with eyes burning low and dangerous.
“Open.”
Her white chin, weakened from near-suffocation and retching, parted obediently under his pinching fingers. Her reddened, slick lips revealed the limp opening.
“...Mmgh...”
Once more, Olens’s thick cock plunged mercilessly deep between her red lips. The rigid girth forced her jaws apart, veins straining in her neck, eyes bulging wide. Olens reached back, gathering a fistful of her brown hair at the nape, coiling it around his wrist to yank her head taut and immobile.
“Mmph, mmph, nghmph, mmph!!”
The erect, glistening penis thrust relentlessly into the cavernous depths of her gaping throat. Ellie’s neck yielded weakly to the hot, thick invader. After several deeper shoves, veins flushed red from her nape up across her face.
“Mmph, mmph, mmph...!”
As he drove deep only to meet unyielding resistance, pleasure surging to the tip, Olens paused mid-thrust. In that instant, Ellie’s wide eyes flashed; she flung her hand out, shoving his firm thigh away violently. Twisting her body, she wrenched her neck back desperately.
Her ass slid slickly off the bed to the floor. Her gripped hair slipped free with a rustle. A gush of saliva sprayed as the rigid cock popped from her throat past her lips.
“Hack... heugh. Huh... huh.”
Ellie collapsed beside the bed, gasping raggedly. Olens watched, lips curling in a sneer.
“Tch, seems the wrinkled old thing and this are a bit different after all, huh?”
As her breathing steadied, Ellie wiped the drool from her chin and lips with her palm, fixing Olens with her reddened eyes.
“...You like it rough, don’t you, my lord.”
“Not that—it’s just that mine’s bigger and firmer, isn’t it? Compared to that shriveled black lump you were sucking on earlier.”
Olens glanced down at his drool-slick, twitching cock. Ellie blinked her dazed eyes again. Her small shoulders heaved weakly with each breath.
“Size and satisfaction don’t always go hand in hand, my lord. It all depends on the technique used...”
She lifted the corner of her red lips weakly as she spoke. Olens’s face darkened in displeasure, and he strode toward her.
Ellie sat propped on one shoulder beside the bed, barely holding herself up. He loomed over her, gaze dropping to the deep, white valley of her cleavage below her jutting collarbone. Bending at the waist, he plunged his hand into the crevice.
His rough palm scooped under the round breast’s curve, hauling the pale flesh up and out over the dress’s neckline. The taut stitching strained as her white, rounded breast spilled free, its gently upturned tip crowned by a stiff, cherry-red nipple.
Olens stroked the soft arch beneath, pinching the flushed nipple between his fingers and rubbing.
“Your slutty red tits sticking up like this don’t seem to agree. You’re in heat, aren’t you?”
Grabbing her waist, Olens hoisted her back onto the bed. His eyes devoured her breasts hungrily before he lunged, mouth gaping to bite down hard. His front teeth nipped the red nub’s tip, tongue laving the areola, lips sucking it upward with fierce pulls.
“Uh... ugh, ah, ack.”
Relentlessly sucking, releasing the nipple between his teeth only to bite again, his tongue flicking ceaselessly from base to tip—Ellie threw her head back, exposing her white nape as she moaned.
Teasing her pale breasts, Olens stripped away the clinging dress like an annoyance, baring the full, heavy mounds that jiggled softly like milk pudding. He cupped both lavish globes in his spread hands, squeezing them together until the flushed nipples met atop the deep cleft.
His mouth descended, ravaging the swollen red fruits with fierce suction.
“Ah, agh...”
The intense assault on her sensitive peaks made Ellie arch her back, whimpering. His tongue teased the twin cherries without mercy before he lifted his face. Undoing the knotted shirt at his throat one by one, he licked his reddened lips.
“Aahn... ahhheuk...”
Lolling disheveled on the bed, Ellie clutched one breast, twisting the erect nipple with her other hand as she moaned. Her lust-filled gaze poured over Olens, her tongue darting out to wet her pursed red lips in desperate invitation, plunging in and out repeatedly.
At last, Olens shed his shirt, naked now, staring down at her. Her lascivious brown eyes raked his body. As he lowered himself over her nude form, Ellie let out a throaty moan, nails raking his back to pull him close.
“Haugh...”
TO BE CONTINUED