As their lips collided in a fervent, steamy kiss, a primal heat surged through Zerath's veins, his body responding with an almost painful intensity. His erection strained against the confines of his trousers, hardening with an unrelenting force as raw, untamed lust began to coil and twist deep within him, like a beast clawing its way to the surface. His piercing eyes, glinting with a dangerous hunger, flashed with unspoken intent. In a swift, almost predatory motion, he seized Elowen's lithe frame and threw her onto the plush expanse of the bed, the silken sheets crumpling beneath her. The air crackled with the electric tension of their mutual desire, the room itself seeming to pulse with their shared anticipation.
Zerath's movements were deliberate yet frenzied, his hands tearing at his own clothing with reckless abandon. His shirt fell away, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest, each muscle defined and glistening faintly with a sheen of sweat. Then, with a low growl, he turned his attention to Elowen, his fingers hooking into the delicate fabric of her undergarments. With one swift, brutal tug, the material gave way, shredding apart to expose her trembling, flushed body to his ravenous gaze. The sound of ripping cloth mingled with her sharp intake of breath, a symphony of their escalating passion.
"Kaelith…" Elowen's voice was a breathless plea, dripping with need. "Fuck me…" Her words were a sultry command, her mind utterly consumed by the divine pleasure that enveloped her. The seductive bloodlust that coursed through her veins—a potent, intoxicating force—had obliterated all rational thought, leaving only a primal urge to merge with him, to lose herself in the fire of their union. Her emerald eyes, clouded with desire, roamed hungrily over Kaelith's chiseled form, tracing the hard lines of his abdomen before settling on the impressive length of his well-endowed penis, standing proud and unyielding. A flush crept up her neck as she swallowed hard, her throat dry with anticipation. "I always knew you'd have a better one than your brother," she murmured, her voice thick with longing. "Come… make me pregnant." The words spilled from her lips, unfiltered and raw, as she gulped down the saliva pooling in her mouth, her body aching for him.
Zerath's lips curled into a sly, knowing smirk, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dominance. He reached for her, his strong hand wrapping around her slender ankle, pulling her toward him with an effortless tug that sent her sprawling closer. His mouth descended upon her small, pert breasts, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin before his tongue began its slow, deliberate dance around her hardened nipples. He teased and sucked with a masterful precision, each flick of his tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through Elowen's body. Her back arched involuntarily, pressing herself closer to him, her breaths coming in shallow, desperate gasps as wave after wave of unparalleled ecstasy coursed through her. Her nether regions, already slick with arousal, began to leak profusely, a waterfall of desire that left the sheets beneath her damp and fragrant with her need.
"Please… don't make me wait," Elowen begged, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and surrender. "Put it inside… ram it like the real man you are…" Her words were a chaotic spill of her innermost thoughts, her senses completely overtaken by the inferno of lust that consumed her. She was no longer in control, her body and mind wholly devoted to the pursuit of pleasure, to the need to feel him inside her, claiming her in the most primal way.
Zerath let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through the charged air between them. "It's not that easy to get me," he teased, his voice a velvet growl that sent shivers down her spine. With a sudden, commanding motion, he pushed her off the bed, her body sliding to the floor with a soft thud. He positioned himself at the edge of the mattress, spreading his muscular thighs wide, his erection standing tall and unapologetic. His hand tangled in her hair, gripping it firmly from behind as he guided her head toward his throbbing length. "It's your duty to please me, not mine," he said, his tone laced with authority, his eyes burning with expectation.
Elowen's lips parted in a seductive giggle, her stomach fluttering with a dizzying mix of excitement and submission. "You… you're making me go insane," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr as she leaned forward, her breath hot against his skin. Her warm, eager mouth enveloped his thick penis, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip with a fervor that bordered on worship. She savored the taste of him, the musky, intoxicating essence that filled her senses, as if it were the sweetest ambrosia she had ever known. Her lips moved with practiced skill, sucking and teasing, her tongue tracing every ridge and vein as she lost herself in the act. Tears of overwhelming pleasure gathered at the corners of her eyes, spilling over and trailing down her cheeks as she devoted herself to pleasing him, her every movement a testament to her insatiable desire.
Zerath gazed down at her, his expression one of smug satisfaction, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he reveled in the warmth of her mouth. Her lips, soft and pliant, moved with a rhythm that drove him wild, each motion drawing him closer to the edge. For nearly ten minutes, the room was filled with the sounds of her eager ministrations—the wet, rhythmic slide of her mouth, the soft moans that escaped her throat, and the occasional hitch in Zerath's breath as he fought to maintain control.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Zerath's grip tightened on her hair, his hips beginning to move with a forceful rhythm. He thrust into her mouth, his erection sliding deep into her throat with each powerful motion, her gagging sounds only spurring him on. Grunts of pleasure escaped his lips, low and guttural, as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. With a final, shuddering thrust, he released, his golden fluid flooding her mouth in a torrent of warmth.
Elowen's eyes widened, a moan vibrating in her throat as she tasted him, the rich, heady essence overwhelming her senses. *This… his semen… it's addictive,* she thought, her mind reeling with euphoria. *It tastes so good… like it's filling my soul.* She gulped it down fervently, her tongue lapping at every drop, unwilling to let even a single bead escape her. The act felt almost sacred, a ritual that bound her to him in a way that transcended the physical.
With a final, contented sigh, Zerath released her, his hand loosening its grip on her hair. Elowen collapsed to the floor, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, her face radiant with a sated, blissful expression. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she lay sprawled on the cool wooden floor. Without Zerath even touching her lower body, she felt a sudden, uncontrollable surge of ecstasy, her arousal peaking as she began to squirt, her release pooling beneath her in a glistening testament to the intensity of their encounter. The air was thick with the scent of their passion, the room a silent witness to the raw, unbridled connection that had consumed them both.
Zerath channeled his Divine Authority once more, a radiant surge of ethereal energy coursed through his veins, mending every ache and fatigue in his body with effortless precision. His muscles tensed and relaxed in perfect harmony, his skin glowing faintly with an otherworldly luminescence as vitality flooded back into him. His penis, moments ago spent from their previous exertions, stirred to life again, hardening with renewed vigor, swelling to its full, imposing length. A confident smile played across his lips, his eyes gleaming with unquenched desire as he reached out, his strong fingers wrapping firmly around Elowen's slender leg. With a smooth, commanding pull, he dragged her back onto the bed, her body sliding across the rumpled sheets that still bore the marks of their earlier passion.
Elowen let out a delighted giggle, her breath catching in her throat as her gaze inevitably drifted downward, landing on his erect monster that stood proud and unyielding. Her eyes widened in genuine shock, a flush creeping across her cheeks as she processed the sight. "You... you're hard again...?" she stammered, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief, her body still humming from the afterglow but now igniting anew with anticipation.
"Shut up," Zerath commanded, his tone brooking no argument as he clamped his large hand over her mouth, silencing her with a firm yet not entirely unkind pressure. The warmth of his palm against her lips sent a shiver through her, her muffled protests dissolving into submissive compliance. He shifted his position with deliberate grace, aligning his throbbing erection at her slick entrance, the tip brushing teasingly against her sensitive folds. The air between them thickened with tension, the scent of their mingled arousal hanging heavy in the room like an intoxicating fog.
Before Elowen could brace herself, before she could even draw a steadying breath or adjust her hips in preparation, Zerath thrust forward with unyielding force. His length plunged deep inside her, dilating her inner walls without mercy, stretching her to her limits in a single, overwhelming motion. A sharp cry escaped her lips, muffled against his hand, as waves of intense sensation—equal parts pain and exquisite pleasure—rippled through her core. Her body arched instinctively, her nails digging into the sheets as she surrendered to the invasion, her muscles clenching around him in a desperate attempt to accommodate his girth.
What followed was an unrelenting torrent of passion, an intense round of hammering that explored every position Elowen's fevered mind could conjure. Zerath moved with the stamina of a god, flipping her onto her back, then her stomach, lifting her legs over his shoulders, pinning her against the headboard, and even standing with her wrapped around him like a vine clinging to a mighty oak. Each shift brought new angles, new depths, new ways for him to claim her completely. The bed creaked under their vigorous movements, the room echoing with the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, her moans growing hoarse as hours blurred into a haze of ecstasy. Time lost all meaning; the outside world faded away, leaving only the primal dance of their bodies, sweat-slicked and entwined.
By the end of it, Elowen was utterly exhausted, her body limp and spent as she lay sprawled beside the doorframe of the room, having tumbled there in the final throes of their marathon. Her skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration, every inch of her marked by the evidence of their union—streaks of his golden-colored semen adorning her thighs, her abdomen, and pooling between her legs. She had lost count of how many times he had climaxed inside her, filling her with his essence until it overflowed, or how many times her own releases had wracked her body, squirting in uncontrollable bursts of pleasure. The bed was a soaked mess, the sheets drenched with her fluids, forming dark patches that spoke volumes of her surrender.
A small, contented smile graced her lips as she gazed up at Zerath, her eyes heavy-lidded with fatigue but sparkling with satisfaction. He was methodically donning his blue robe, the fabric sliding over his chiseled form like a second skin, restoring his air of regal authority. "Kaelith... you are... amazing..." she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible, ragged from cries of passion.
Zerath turned his sharp gaze upon her, his expression shifting to one of annoyance, his brows furrowing slightly as he regarded her disheveled state. He strode over with purposeful steps, squatting down beside her so that his imposing presence loomed even closer. "Call me master," he corrected, his voice low and edged with command. He reached out, his fingers tilting her chin upward to meet his eyes, ensuring she felt the full weight of his words. "From now on, you are my slave. You understand?" The air around him seemed to thicken with his oppressive bloodlust, a palpable aura that pressed down on her like an invisible force, demanding obedience.
Elowen swallowed hard, her throat dry as she felt the intensity of his dominance wash over her, stirring a mix of fear and thrilling submission in her chest. She nodded slowly, her voice a soft murmur of acquiescence. "Master..."