Chapter 638: Zesty Elsa [+18]

Damian walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, the soft mattress dipping under his weight.

Elsa followed at once, dropping to her knees between his spread legs. Her hands parted the loose robes, pushing the fabric aside until his cock sprang free.

She froze.

What had always been fifteen inches of thick, heavy flesh now carried a natural girth that made her eyes widen. Eight full inches around, the shaft looked denser, the veins more pronounced, the head broader and darker.

Elsa’s breath caught. Both hands rose almost instinctively, wrapping around the massive length. Even with both palms she could not fully enclose it. She stroked slowly from base to tip, feeling the unfamiliar thickness shift under her fingers.

"Did you use your powers to make it thicker?" she asked, lifting her gaze.

Damian shook his head, voice calm. "No... I guess this has something to do with my new form."

Elsa nodded once. She had expected as much. Her attention returned to the cock in her hands. She stroked upward again, thumb tracing every raised vein and subtle bulge, then slid back down with equal care. The skin was hot and already half-hard beneath her touch.

Damian’s brow furrowed. "I don’t have all day, woman."

Elsa’s eyes snapped up in a sharp glare. "Don’t rush me. A meal is meant to be enjoyed!"

He rolled his eyes. "Girl, I’m not food. Now suck."

She pouted but obeyed the command.

Lowering her head, she exhaled a warm stream of breath along the shaft. Damian’s hips gave a small, involuntary shudder. Elsa extended her tongue and pressed the flat of it firmly against the sensitive head.

The sudden wet contact made him hiss at the sharp, stinging pleasure. Thick saliva immediately coated the crown and began to drip in slow rivulets down the sides, spreading across the veins before rolling farther toward the base.

Without further hesitation Elsa opened her mouth wide and sank down, swallowing the entire head in one smooth motion. Her lips sealed tightly around the ridge.

She flooded the space with fresh saliva, then set her tongue to work, tracing the rim in slow circles before rubbing the broad surface of the head with thorough, greedy strokes. Damian’s body shuddered hard. A low, involuntary moan escaped his throat.

Elsa’s tongue found the first bead of precum and gathered it. She pulled back just enough to swallow the mixture of her saliva and his fluid, a small, satisfied smile curving her lips.

"Tasty..." she murmured, giving the glistening cock a greedy look.

Her eyes lifted to meet his. "If you put this in me, it’s probably going to ruin my insides..."

Damian’s reply was immediate. "Not happening. At least not this morning."

Elsa pouted. "Stingy."

She returned to her task without further complaint. Her tongue began working the sides of the shaft, licking in long, wet strokes that circled the full girth.

Both hands resumed stroking the now thoroughly soaked length while her mouth drifted lower. She took one heavy ball between her lips, coating it thickly with saliva as her tongue traced its shape with careful attention.

Damian’s control slipped. He fell backward onto the bed, face contorting with raw pleasure. His fingers dug deep into the sheets, knuckles whitening, while louder moans spilled freely from his mouth.

Elsa continued the greedy suckling, then switched to the second ball with the same thorough care, never stopping the steady stroke of her hands along the shaft. When she finally lifted her head again she wasted no time.

She opened wide and forced the entire length into her mouth, pushing deeper and deeper until a clear bulge appeared along the column of her throat.

Loud, wet gagging sounds filled the sunlit room. Tears gathered at the corners of her closed eyes and slipped down her cheeks, yet she hesitated to pull away.

The strain was obvious, she was at her absolute limit but the desire to take more still burned in her expression.

Just as she prepared to withdraw, Damian’s hand shot forward and tangled in her golden hair, holding her firmly in place. His body trembled.

"It’s coming..." he gasped.

His hips jerked upward hard. The sudden thrust drove another two inches down her throat.

Elsa’s eyes flew open in shock as thick jets of semen poured uncontrollably into her. She grabbed his thigh with both hands, trying to keep him from pushing any deeper.

For several long seconds the pulses continued, flooding her throat until she could no longer breathe around the volume. Only when the last heavy spurt faded did Damian release her hair.

Elsa fell backward onto her butt, coughing hard. Small patches of white semen splattered across the floor around her knees. Damian remained sprawled on the bed, chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths.

"That was... something," he muttered.

Elsa recovered quickly. She crawled up the length of his body, tipped his still-hard cock upright, and settled the wet folds of her pussy directly against the soaked shaft. Leaning down, she brought her flushed face close to his and tried to claim his mouth. Damian turned his head aside.

"We only agreed you would make me ejaculate once."

Undeterred, Elsa pressed her lips to the side of his neck instead. "Come on... I don’t need to be the Prince of Lust to know you want more just like I do."

She continued kissing the sensitive skin there, drawing another involuntary shudder from him. When he tried to shift his neck away she simply pressed her full weight down and bit hard. Two thin strings of blood immediately traced paths down his skin. A small, choked moan escaped him despite his efforts.

"You promised... Don’t break that promise," Damian managed between heavy gasps.

Elsa gave no verbal answer. Her hips began a slow, deliberate grind, dragging her soaked pussy lips up and down the full length of his thick cock, coating the already slick shaft in fresh, glistening juices. The wet friction was deliberate and relentless.

Damian’s jaw clenched. He seized her shoulders with both hands and, gathering every ounce of remaining willpower, shoved her bodily off him.

Elsa landed on her side beside him. With a loud, frustrated sigh Damian pushed himself upright, robes still open, the heavy length of his cock still glistening.

His gaze settled on her alluring figure, flushed cheeks, parted lips, the clear evidence of her arousal still shining on her inner thighs.

"I can’t even trust my own wife..." he muttered, the words carrying equal parts resignation and lingering heat.