Kael cursed under his breath, one hand gripping the sheets below. "Shit—you've got no idea how hot you look right now…"
Ellie's moans were soft and wet as she began to take more—inch by inch, eyes fluttering as she slid down further. Her lips stretched wide, her throat aching as she fought past her own limits, determined to please him.
Kael's hand slid into her hair, fingers curling lovingly in her locks.
"So Good…" he groaned. "You were made for this…"
Ellie bobbed her head slowly, letting the wet slurping sounds fill the room.
It had been ages since she had done anything like this—so long, in fact, that she could barely remember the last time she'd even touched a man. But what surprised her even more was the fact that she could not take in him fully.
Her throat tightened around him, eyes watering slightly as she forced her to push further.
But she couldn't do it. It was simply too big.
Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach, her body thrumming with overwhelming pleasure.
"Mmmphhh… mghhhhnn… ahhh…" She moaned around him, tears falling freely from the corners of her eyes.
Kael, too, was lost in his own world, his chest rising faster, his hips twitching with every tease of her tongue. "You want me to cum in that mouth, don't you?" he growled. "You want to taste it all."
"Mmh....Glrkkk..." Ellie nodded, her lips moving with wild rhythm.
Kael's breaths grew rougher, more ragged with each passing second. His hand tightened in her hair, doing his best to hold back from erupting into her mouth.
"F-Fuck… Ellie…" he groaned, voice raw. "You're gonna make me cum…"
"Mmmnnnhhh…" Her moan vibrated around his length——as if inviting it.
Her eyes fluttered up to meet his.
Teary. Blushed. Full of something that looked like shame… and hunger.
That look alone sent him over the edge.
His hips bucked once, and then—
"Fuuuck—Ellie—shit, I'm cumming—"
And then it happened.
He erupted.
The first spurt hit the back of her throat, forcing her eyes shut.
Then another. And another.
"Ahhh—mmghhhh…" she gagged softly, but didn't pull away. Instead, she moaned again, her throat working around him as she swallowed down rope after rope of his cum.
Kael's entire body shuddered. "God… damn…" he panted, watching her—this once-modest woman—now completely unraveled, her lips sealed around his cock, gulping him down like she was starved for it.
Ellie pulled back slowly, gasping for air, strings of cum still clinging to her lips and chin. She wiped the corner of her mouth with trembling fingers, then looked up at him.
"I… I swallowed it," she whispered, as if stunned by her own words.
Kael leaned forward, brushing her hair back. He dragged his cum along her bottom lip, smearing the mess there.
"Yeah," he murmured. "You did. Every fucking drop."
Ellie blushed and just as she was about to reply, a sudden knock jolted them both out of the haze.
Knock knock knock.
"Ellie?" came a soft, concerned voice from the hallway.
It was Lyra.
Ellie's eyes went wide in horror. She froze completely—mouth slightly open, Kael's cum still glistening on her lower lip.
"Are you alright?" Lyra asked again, her voice closer now, just outside the door. "You sounded… ill? I heard—noises."
Panic surged through Ellie's chest like a storm. Her hands flew to her mouth and she desperately wiped her face, cleaning her lips off of Kael's cum.
However, Kael didn't move. Still lounging back on the bed, pants open, cock still half-hard, he just… smirked.
"Answer her," he whispered, voice low and wicked. "Unless you want her to come in and see what a messy little cocksucker you've become."
"Kael, shut up—" Ellie hissed, smoothing her nightgown and trying to fix her appearance.
"Ellie?" Lyra knocked again. "I'm coming in if you don't answer."
"No! I—I'm fine!" Ellie hurriedly replied, her voice cracking slightly. "Just… a bad dream!"
A pause.
Then Lyra's gentle voice returned, a little more cautious now.
"Are you sure? You were crying. Sounded like you were in pain."
Ellie's face turned crimson.
Kael chuckled quietly, his fingers reaching out to tease her inner thigh just to watch her squirm. "She's fine," he whispered. "She was just dreaming about me."
Ellie slapped his hand away with a glare, then turned towards the door. "Yes, Lady Lyra! I'm alright, just… please forgive the noise."
Another pause.
Then Lyra's footsteps retreated down the hall.
Only after the sound of her slippers faded did Ellie collapse to the floor beside the bed, burying her face in her hands.
Kael leaned close to her, brushing a hand through her hair. "Guess you're not as quiet as you thought, Aunty. Should I help you practice staying silent next time?"
"Shut up, young master," Ellie snapped in a hushed voice, still wiping traces of him from her lips. "We nearly got caught."
Kael only grinned, falling back lazily onto the bed. "Well, she didn't, did she?" he said with a shrug. "So I think we can continue now."
Ellie turned sharply toward him, eyes wide with disbelief.
"No—no, young master," she whispered, panic rising in her chest. "She'll definitely catch us now. You don't understand—if she sees you in here…"
Kael looked at her, calm and unbothered. "She won't," he said casually. "You're shaking, Aunty. Still soaked, still blushing. I bet if I touched you again—"
"Stop!" Ellie cut in, backing away. "You have to go. Please. Now."
Kael tilted his head, the smirk still on his face, but something else flickered in his eyes—challenge.
"She almost caught you with your lips around my cock," he said. "And still… you're not walking away from me. You're just pushing me out until next time."
"There won't be a next time," Ellie whispered, as if trying to convince herself.
But the silence between them said otherwise.
Kael stood slowly and pulled his trouser up, tucking his cock in. Stepping closer, he towered over her and leaned closer to her ear.
"Next time. I won't let you go until I've fucked you properly."
And just like that—he left.