"Hmm—"
A moan - tense or pleasured? - escaped Anno’s throat. Her virgin breasts, untouched before this mont, were kneaded by rough hands under the blankets. The ntal stimulation drove her nearly mad, her nipples hardening into erect peaks against Charles’s palm.
At that mont, Charles too felt an exquisite sensation. Astonishing: Anno was just a year older, still borderline underage, yet her body had matured beyond expectation. Her full breasts rivaled Hattie’s in size - too vast for one hand to master!
Years of military training had left her body taut and toned, its firm elasticity matching Nidalee and Porter’s. Yet pampered by luxury, her skin lacked their weathering, radiating a silkiness they could never match.
This fusion of virtues made each knead feel like creamy flesh would spill through his fingers. Ecstasy pulsed not in his palm, but deep in his soul, massaging his core.
Fire ignited in his body, stoked unbearably by hers. As one hand worked her breast, the other slid downward, seeking hidden secrets...
Anno’s hand clamped his wrist - this ti with force.
Boundary reached. Charles understood: this was her new limit, her guarded threshold.
Too soon for deeper conquest.
Resigned, he held his posture - one arm around her slim waist, one kneading her breast, lips locked in a deep kiss as he savored every inch of her upper body’s nectar. Sensing his restraint, Anno released his wrist, circling his waist instead, submitting to his touch.
But stopping here tortured Charles. Fire raged in his veins. His swollen cock throbbed painfully, veins bulging along its length, hardness aching for release. He needed relief - now - yet Anno couldn’t give it. The denial burned, pushing him toward madness.
Ah... Ekta...
He called silently to the Fla Witch. Their master-servant bond, deeper than telepathy, conveyed his need without sound or motion.
Under the quilt, Ekta lay hidden against Charles’s thighs, motionless and silent to avoid Anno’s notice. But his massive thick cock strained upward, nudging her cheek. Craving his favor as much as he craved release, a bold idea sparked.
She parted her small mouth, tilted her head, and engulfed the veined shaft—
"Woo..."
Lost in the kiss, Anno tilted her head back, oblivious to the shifting quilt below. Charles shuddered as Ekta’s scorching mouth enveloped his cock, her agile tongue swirling around the glans. Blinding pleasure shot up his spine, threatening to rip a moan from his throat had Anno’s lips not stifled it.
The quilt beca a dividing line between two worlds:
Above it, Anno kissed him, hands caressing his body, yearning yet terrified of crossing the final line;
Beneath it, Ekta strained, jaws stretched wide, taking the massive length deep into her throat. Drool slicked her chin, expression twisted in obscene rapture as she worked him with feverish devotion.
When her throat muscles clenched in sucking rhythm, Charles erupted violently down Ekta’s gullet—
"...Nngh!" His hips bucked uncontrollably into her mouth. Ekta winced, face contorted—being ejaculated straight into the throat was brutal. A cock this size lodged in the esophagus would trigger gagging in anyone. But she held, swallowing every drop of his cum as sacred tribute.
Ecstasy replaced her earlier frustration. Achievent unlocked! Tonight, she’d matched Sephera’s feat: making Charles cum with just her mouth.
Charles tore from Anno’s lips, gasping. Dual assault from two mouths strained even his endurance. Breathless, Anno slumped limp in his arms, panting softly, allowing his hands to roam beneath her clothes without protest.
Only when his fingers teased her stiffened nipples did she finally push his wrist, whispering, "Ah, stop touching !"
Charles chuckled near her ear, "You’re sweating. Let cool you down."
Anno shot him a glare. "Your tent’s suffocating! That quilt’s too thick—I felt dampness near your thighs!"
Charles froze. Gods—she touched Ekta’s wetness?!
Luckily, her innocence assud sweat. Otherwise...
His heart hamred as he laughed awkwardly. "Bare skin needs insulation. Avoids chills."
He pulled her close again. "Want to try it tonight?"
"No..." Anno flushed, standing. "I need rest, Charles. We march tomorrow."
He clung to her. "Stay. Just hold you—nothing more..."
Anno wavered, then steeled herself. "No! If seen tomorrow... rumors would fly!"
She broke free but squeezed his hand. "Sleep early. Goodnight."
With paladin-speed, she fled. Charles watched with mixed relief and regret—mission accomplished. He’d deliberately provoked her escape instinct.
The quilt shifted seconds later. Ekta erged, red hair tousled, eyes bright with anticipation.
Charles stroked her hair. "Well done, dear."
Now—ti to feed his little witch.
"Lie down," he murmured.
Ekta obeyed instantly, legs folding into an "M" shape, exposing her glistening slit. Eyes wide with nervous excitent, she watched him loom over her.
"Master... oh—!"
His thick cock pressed against her soaked entrance, then slamd deep in one rciless thrust. Bliss flooded her mind as she wrapped arms around his neck.
Hard, rhythmic slapping sounds echoed in the cramped tent—Charles’s hips hamring into her wet pussy.
Ekta scread, nails raking his back. "Deeper! Breed , Master!"
He complied, gripping her hips and driving harder. Her back arched, breasts bouncing. Each thrust stretched her inner walls, hitting her cervix as she cried incoherently.
"Feels... too big..." she whimpered.
Charles leaned down, sucking her nipple. One hand teased her swollen clit, drawing louder cries.
"Slutty pussy squeezing tight..." he growled, moving faster.
With every powerful thrust, her labia stretched around his girth. He could feel the heat and wetness—her slit dripping arousal onto the bedding. Ekta t him, grinding up with each stroke, fingering herself madly as he destroyed her cunt.
Her inner muscles spasd violently around him. "Gonna cum!" she scread.
Charles pistoned harder, the veined shaft slamming against her G-spot relentlessly. Ekta thrashed, sobbing—"Please... Fill !"
He unleashed a feral snarl. Brutal thrusts beca punishing. Then—hilted deep—he exploded. Hot cum flooded her womb in jet after jet.
Ekta scread through her own orgasm, legs trembling around his waist. His dick pulsed inside her until drained.
Finally, spent, they collapsed. Charles withdrew—sen spilling down Ekta’s thighs. She touched it, whimpering. He wiped his cock with the quilt before kissing her lazily.
"Master..." she whispered, "will you fuck my throat again tomorrow?"
He chuckled. "Maybe."
She curled against him, fingers tracing his abs. "Anno touched my breast earlier... almost scread."
"Luckily she’s clueless." He stroked her hair as exhaustion claid them.
The tent fell silent.
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