Chapter 626: Elsa’s Payment [+18]

The chamber remained shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the soft blue glow of the God vein crystals. Thin blue fumes drifted lazily through the air, curling around the bed like living mist. On the mattress Elsa and Damian were locked in a sixty-nine position, her body stretched over his, mouth wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock while his tongue worked steadily between her thighs.

Elsa’s lips slid up and down the heavy length, taking as much as she could while her hand stroked what remained. Damian’s tongue dragged slowly through her folds, tasting the wetness that already coated her. The wet sounds of their mutual attention filled the quiet room, broken only by the occasional low hum of satisfaction from one or the other.

Then Elsa changed her focus. She pulled back just enough to concentrate on the broad head, dragging her tongue in slow, deliberate circles around the sensitive crown. The sudden precision made Damian’s hips twitch. A loud, unrestrained moan escaped him and his licking paused for a heartbeat as the pleasure spiked.

He recovered quickly. In retaliation his mouth sealed over her clit completely, drawing the swollen pearl between his lips and sucking hard. Elsa’s reaction was instantaneous. A sharp, high moan tore from her throat and her body jerked upward out of reflex. Her full ass pressed down heavily onto Damian’s face, smothering him against her pussy.

Damian’s hands shot up. He caught her thighs and used the leverage to pin her hips firmly in place, forcing her to remain seated on his mouth. His lips covered her entire pussy, sucking with relentless pressure while his tongue thrust into her entrance and began spinning in tight, rapid circles like a small tornado working deeper with every turn.

The dual assault was overwhelming. Elsa’s body jerked back and forth in short, helpless spasms. Loud screams poured from her mouth as she tried to twist free, thighs trembling with the effort, but Damian’s grip on her toes and the strength of his arms kept her locked against his face.

He showed no mercy. The sucking and the spinning tongue continued without pause for several long minutes. Elsa’s screams grew hoarse, then strained, until her voice finally broke into broken gasps. Her strength failed. She collapsed sideways onto the mattress, chest heaving, legs still twitching from the aftershocks.

Damian moved at once. He shifted until he lay beside her, face level with her full breasts, the thick length of his cock resting between her thighs. He guided the head to her soaked entrance and pushed inside in one smooth slide. Elsa released a faint, trembling moan at the familiar stretch. Damian’s hips began a slow, steady rhythm, the shaft already glistening with her juices as he worked himself deeper with each measured thrust.

He did not stop there. Inside her the cock began to expand, the girth increasing gradually until her walls were forced to stretch further around the growing thickness. At the same time he closed his mouth over one nipple and sucked hard, drawing the peak deep until the sensitive flesh turned a deep, flushed red.

His free hand roughly kneaded her other breast, pressing the soft mound hard against her ribs before pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to send sharp spikes of pain mixed with pleasure through her.

Elsa screamed at the dual sensations, yet her hands rose and pressed his head firmly against her breast, holding him there. Her hips began to move in time with his, jerking back and forth to meet every thrust even as the expanding cock pushed her limits. It felt as though her walls had been stretched to their absolute maximum, every ridge and vein of him dragging against her with overwhelming intensity.

Still she held him close, grinding down hard onto the massive length while her voice came out low and fierce.

"After you, no other man can ever satisfy me. So you better not die and keep fucking me for eternity."

The words seemed to trigger something in him. Damian’s cock jerked forward with sudden force, the thick head slamming directly against her womb wall. Elsa’s scream tore through the chamber, raw and startled by the deep impact.

In the next breath he rolled her onto her back. One large palm covered her mouth, muffling the cries, while his hips began to pound into her with aggressive, almost violent force. Each thrust drove the expanded cock hard against her cervix, the impacts making her entire body jerk up the mattress. Her legs thrashed against the sheets, yet the excitement burning in her eyes never faded. She wrapped those same legs tightly around his waist and pulled him down with even greater intensity, locking their bodies together as she screamed into the sealed space between his palm and her lips.

Damian kept the brutal pace for long minutes, the wet slap of skin echoing through the blue-lit room. When he finally removed his hand it was only to capture her mouth in a crushing kiss. Elsa’s screams became muffled moans against his tongue while her nails raked down his back. He broke the kiss just long enough to hitch her legs higher over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half so that every thrust struck even deeper.

The new angle drew fresh cries from her. Her breasts bounced with the force of his hips. Her juices from earlier rounds still leaked around his shaft, mixing with fresh wetness and making the aggressive fucking louder, messier.

Damian’s hands pinned her wrists above her head, holding her completely open as he slammed into her without restraint. Elsa’s eyes remained locked on his, wide and fever-bright, even as her body shuddered through another climax that left her walls clenching and fluttering wildly around the thick invasion.

He did not slow. Instead he pulled out abruptly, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up. The moment her knees found the mattress he drove back inside to the hilt, one hand fisting in her hair and pulling her head back while the other delivered a hard, open-handed spank to her ass.

The sharp crack of flesh on flesh joined her renewed screams. He fucked her from behind with the same punishing intensity, each thrust forcing her forward until her shoulders nearly touched the sheets. Another spank landed, then another, leaving red handprints across both cheeks while he continued to pound against her womb.

Elsa’s arms gave out. She collapsed onto her forearms, face turned to the side, mouth open in continuous cries as Damian’s hips never lost their rhythm. The blue fumes swirled around them, disturbed by the violent motion of their bodies.

When his climax finally built he leaned over her back, teeth finding the uninjured side of her neck, and bit down hard as he emptied himself deep inside her once more. Thick pulses flooded her already full pussy until the excess poured out around his cock in heavy streams, soaking her thighs and the sheets beneath.

Even then he remained hard.

He pulled free only long enough to turn her onto her side, lift one leg high against his chest, and thrust back in. The new position let him watch every expression that crossed her face while he resumed the aggressive pace, one hand gripping her raised thigh hard enough to leave marks, the other pinching and rolling a still-red nipple. Elsa’s free hand clutched at the sheets, her voice hoarse but still rising with every deep, womb-striking thrust.

"Don’t stop," she managed between broken gasps. "Don’t you dare stop."

Damian’s only answer was to drive harder, the wet, heavy impacts continuing without mercy beneath the drifting blue light and the thick, glowing fumes that filled the chamber.