"Not nearly enough," Elowen rasped raw, pulling out with a wet, obscene pop—cum gushing free in a torrent, soaking my balls and the rug below.
"Why not enough?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Why...?"
"Flip over—wanna see that fucked-out emperor face, watch your golden hair halo while I ruin you again."
He manhandled me roughly onto my back like a ragdoll, legs hooked over his broad shoulders, folding me double—golden hair splayed wild on the pillows like a debauched halo, framing my blissed-out flush.
My pink cock bobbed half-hard and cum-streaked across my belly; hole winked ruined and puffy below, leaking his seed in slow, creamy bubbles.
"Look at you," Elowen murmured, voice husky with something almost tender amid the scorch of violet eyes, tracing a finger through the mess on my belly. "Emperor utterly wrecked on elven cock—hole drooling my claim, cock spent but twitching for seconds. Still refuse my deal after I saved you from that pollen burn?"
