Chapter 498: Twenty-Five Inches of Royalty (1)
Ugh!
"Deeper," Sylvana commanded, her hand fisted in my silver hair, her grip like iron.
I was on my knees on the marble bench, the hot water lapping at my waist, my jaw stretched to its absolute limit. The head of her cock, that angry, purple monster, was prodding the back of my throat, threatening to slide down into my esophagus.
I gagged—hard—the wet, choking sound echoing off the tiled walls.
Not because I couldn't take it.
I could.
I've taken worse.
But it was more of a... play? You know, gagging hard just to make them feel big and powerful. A little performance art for the bored queen.
She seemed to appreciate it.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, pushing my head down another inch. My throat convulsed around her, and my nose mashed against the neatly trimmed golden patch at her root. I could feel the heavy, warm weight of her balls resting against my chin.
"Such an eager throat. So wet. So… tight."
My eyes rolled back, half in a mock daze and half from the sheer, physical reality of having sixteen inches of pulsing elven royalty occupying my entire respiratory system.
I reached up, my fingers digging into the firm, cream-colored flesh of her thighs to steady myself as I began to pump. Each time I slid back, the air rushed into my lungs with a ragged hiss, only to be cut off again as I plunged forward, taking that massive, angry purple crown back into the heat of my throat.
Gag. Squelch. Slap.
The sound of her heavy balls rhythmically hitting my chin was like a metronome for our depravity.
"Mmm, that's it... show me that 'loyalty' you mentioned," Sylvana purred, her voice cracking with a high-pitched, melodic strain. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head back just enough so she could look me in the eye while her cock remained buried to the hilt in my mouth.
Her emerald eyes were blown wide, the pupils nearly swallowing the green, darting with a frantic, hungry energy.
"You love this, don't you? Choking on royalty like it's your birthright."
I couldn't speak, so I answered with action. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, my tongue lashing out to trace the thick vein that throbbed on the underside of her shaft, milking waves from root to tip.
She gasped, her hips jerking, driving her cock even deeper.
"Impressive," she said, her voice ragged. "No one has ever taken it all so easily."
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to tell her that this was nothing compared to the things I've done, the monsters I've faced, the lengths I've taken.
"More," she commanded, her left hand gripping more of my silver hair, and as for her right one, she reached down forcefully, seizing my chin with her thumb and index finger, pulling my mouth wider as she began to fuck my face in earnest.
PAT! PAT! PAT!
Her balls began to slap my chin with more force, her cock pistoning in and out of my throat, her thrusts becoming harder, more demanding.
Fuck, she was using me like a cheap onahole, not caring whatsoever about my comfort.
It was rough.
It was messy.
It was hot.
And if it were anyone else, I was pretty sure that they'd be dead by now or have their neck broken and throats torn from the sheer force of her thrusts.
But I wasn't anyone else. I was Morgana. The Goddess, The Breeder.
I took every brutal inch, my throat relaxing, accommodating her, my eyes locked on hers, a silent challenge in their depths.
"Yesss... Yesss!!" she cried out, her head thrown back, her golden hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of liquid gold, her body trembling, her cock slowly beginning to grow longer inside my throat.
16 inches, 17 inches, 18 inches, 19, 20, 22, 24!
FUCK! 24 INCHES!
She was really going for it, stretching me, filling me. And as she grew, so did the stench of demonic corruption.
Yes, she was using demonic energy to alter her cock in real time, making it longer, thicker, and more powerful.
'Wow,' I mentally thought to myself. 'She really is desperate for a good fuck.'
But then again, I was too.
My own cock was a steel rod between my legs, throbbing with a desperate need for attention. And my pussy was even hungrier.
To be fair, this elven queen, Sylvana, was good. She was strong, and she had a cock that could kill a lesser being.
The only reason for hating her was that she cured Leaf, shrinking her cock and taking away the fertility of her womb, making her unable to carry my child.
The bitch needed to pay for that, but aside from that... she didn't personally attack me or anything, and I'm not stupid enough to kill her, at least for now.
Sylvana, being the queen, is a necessity to hold and fight against the humans.
I guess this is why the demon gods chose her kingdom, since the humans had Uriel behind their backs.
It's a chess game, and we are the pawns.
So... let's just suck this magnificent cock and leave the political bullshit for later.
I'm here to fuck, not to think.
So I redoubled my efforts.
I reached up and cupped her massive, heavy balls, rolling them in my palm, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin, my nails gently scraping against them. I could feel them churning, the cum building, the pressure mounting.
Sylvana let out a strangled cry, her hips bucking wildly, her cock swelling even more inside my throat.
"I'm... I'm... Cumming!!" she roared, her body convulsing, her cock erupting like a geyser, sending a torrent of hot, thick, potent cum flooding my throat.
I swallowed.
And swallowed.
And fucking kept swallowing.
Thick, scalding ropes blasted straight down my esophagus in endless, pulsing jets—each one fatter and hotter than the last, like she was trying to drown me from the inside out. My throat worked on pure instinct, rippling, gulping, milking that monstrous length while her balls clenched and jumped against my chin like living things.
There was so much.
Too much.
It backed up, pressure building until it forced its way out of the corners of my mouth in creamy white streams, bubbling down my chin, dripping in heavy globs onto my heaving tits and into the churning bathwater.
Sylvana's whole body locked up—spine arched, head thrown back, a keening, almost inhuman wail tearing from her throat. Her fingers were white-knuckled in my hair, holding me pinned, impaled, while that demonic cock throbbed and spat and grew another obscene half-inch just from the force of her orgasm.
Twenty-four-and-a-half now.
Maybe twenty-five.
I could feel the new length sliding deeper, the head kissing places in my chest that had no business being touched.
Finally—mercifully—she started to come down.
Or so I thought.
"Come here," she suddenly leaned, wrapped her arms around my waist, and hauled me out of the water as if I weighed nothing, my dripping body now straddling her lap on the marble bench. Her huge dick was still inside me, still hard, still leaking, stretching my throat even more with my body positioned like this, my legs forced wide, my ass resting against her tits.
My body was upside down, and the only thing I could see was... actually nothing, my face was pressed against her lower belly, and my silver hair falling into the water.
Her cock was a bridge between us.
"You... You swallowed it all," she panted, burying her face between my legs, and with her thumb and index finger, she spread my ass cheeks open, exposing my twitching, soaked pussy and tight asshole to the cool, humid air. "Such a good girl. Let me reward you."
And then her tongue was there.
Licking.
Lapping at my pussy with long, slow strokes that sent shivers of pleasure up my spine. Her tongue was long, impossibly long—elfin grace twisted into something obscene. It slithered inside me like wet silk, curling, flicking, pressing against places that made my hips jerk involuntarily even as my throat remained stuffed full of her still-throbbing cock.
The position was insane.
I was upside-down in her lap, legs splayed wide over her shoulders, ass presented like an offering while my face was mashed against the slick golden trail leading down from her navel to the root of that twenty-five-inch monster buried to the hilt in my gullet. Every swallow I took now rippled down her length in reverse, massaging her from balls to tip while she feasted on me.
Gravity did the rest.
"Ahh~... your cunt is delicious," she murmured, her voice a muffled vibration against my folds. Her nose pressed against my asshole, inhaling deeply.
"But how about the backside?" she said, and without warning, she slid her tongue even lower and plunged it into my ass.
"Fffuckkk!" I tried to scream, but it came out as a muffled, strangled gurgle around her massive dick.
Her tongue probed deeper, twirling, exploring, while her fingers dug into my ass cheeks, spreading me wider. The dual sensations—my throat stretched to its limit by her pulsing cock while her tongue invaded my most private hole—were overwhelming.
My body was on fire.
Every nerve ending was alight, screaming with pleasure. My mind was a haze of pure, unadulterated lust.
"Hmm... I never met someone as fuckable as you in my entire life," she said, pulling her tongue out with a wet pop. "Your entire body is a toy box."
She didn't wait for a response.
She pushed one finger into my ass, then two, stretching me, preparing me.
"Such a tight little hole," she purred, her fingers pumping in and out of my ass in a slow, steady rhythm. "But not for long."
Then out of nowhere and with one brutal thrust—
PAT!
Her entire arm, up to the elbow, was inside my ass.
"GRAAHHHHHH!" A raw, guttural scream tore from my throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony and ecstasy. My vision went white, my body convulsing. However, I managed to use my transformation to modify my insides, allowing Sylvana's arm to slide freely until...
"Eh?... what is this?" she asked. Her fingers brushed against something deep inside me. Something warm, and wet, and very, very hard.
Her cock.
'Oops... I forgot her cock is too long,' I thought to myself, a wicked grin spreading across my face, sensing her fingers wrapping around the tip of her own cock through the thin wall of my insides.
'Now what is she going to do?... Hehehe~'
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