Free Web NovelChapter 167: The Golden-Haired Spirit Beauty’s Service 18+
Max continued to hold Saelunith in his arms, his cock still buried deep inside her as the desperate chorus of begging voices filled the hall. He could feel her walls continuing to flutter and squeeze around him with every plea, her body reacting to the knowledge that so many others were waiting for their turn with him.
For a long moment, he simply savored it, the tight, scorching heat of her pussy gripping him while the spirits knelt and begged.
Then he slowed his movements until he was barely moving inside her at all.
"Saelunith," he murmured against her ear, his voice low and gentle. "Wait for me."
She let out a soft, questioning whimper, her walls clenching around him as if unwilling to let him go.
Max carefully lowered her until her feet touched the ground. His cock slipped free from her soaked pussy with a wet sound, and Saelunith swayed slightly on unsteady legs, her thighs glistening with their combined arousal. He kept one arm around her waist to steady her, then turned his attention back to the kneeling circle.
His eyes found the golden-haired spirit at the front.
"Come here."
He wanted to taste her as well. Those hungry eyes. He could not refuse her any longer.
She rose at once and walked forward until she stood before him. Without needing further instruction, she sank to her knees in the grass at his feet. Her bright blue eyes lifted to his cock, now slick and glistening with Saelunith’s love juice. Her lips parted slightly as she stared at it, her throat moving as if she had forgotten how to breathe.
Max reached down and gently brushed a strand of golden hair from her face.
"Open your mouth," he said quietly. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
She obeyed immediately, parting her lips and leaning forward. Max guided the head of his cock to her mouth, rubbing the wet tip slowly across her lower lip, smearing Saelunith’s arousal over her skin. The golden-haired spirit’s tongue flicked out instinctively, tasting it, and a soft sound escaped her throat.
"Mas-"
Max pushed forward.
The head of his cock slid past her lips and into the warm, wet heat of her mouth. She moaned softly around him as he filled her, her tongue pressing up against the underside of his shaft. Her inexperience was obvious in the way she hesitated at first, but the awakened desire in her body quickly took over. She began to suck, slowly at first, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to take more of him.
Max let out a low breath at the sensation. Her mouth was hot and eager, her tongue moving uncertainly but enthusiastically along his length. He could feel the contrast between her inexperienced movements and the raw hunger driving her forward. One of her hands came up to rest on his thigh while the other remained on her own leg, fingers curling against her skin as if she did not yet know what she was allowed to touch.
Saelunith stood beside him, still trembling slightly from being fucked. Her eyes were fixed on the golden-haired spirit’s lips wrapped around Max’s cock, and something strange flickered across her face, a mixture of embarrassment, fascination, and possessive jealousy she did not know how to name.
Max glanced at her and gave a small, teasing smile.
The golden-haired spirit took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth. A thin trail of saliva escaped the corner of her mouth and slipped down her chin as she worked him with slow, wet strokes. The sounds were obscene, soft and slick, each movement filling the quiet space between them while Max’s hand settled gently on the back of her head, guiding her without forcing her pace.
She moaned again around his cock, the vibration traveling up his shaft. Her tongue swirled clumsily but eagerly beneath him, lapping at the mixture of his precum and Saelunith’s arousal. Every few strokes, her eyes lifted toward him as if searching for approval, and each time she saw the satisfaction in his gaze, her efforts grew a little bolder.
Max’s pleasure built steadily as she continued to suck him. Her mouth was warm and wet, her inexperienced enthusiasm making every stroke feel raw and honest. He could feel her trying to take him deeper, her throat fluttering whenever the head of his cock brushed too far back. She gagged softly once, a small, wet sound, but she did not pull away. Instead, she adjusted, breathing through her nose and continuing with even more determination.
Saelunith’s breathing had grown heavier beside him. Max reached over and slid his hand down her back, resting it possessively on her ass while the golden-haired spirit continued to service him.
"She’s doing well for her first time," he murmured to Saelunith, loud enough for the kneeling spirit to hear. "Clumsy, but eager. I like that."
The golden-haired spirit shivered at the praise. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes grew half-lidded as she sucked him with renewed focus. She seemed lost in the taste and feel of him now, her earlier hesitation slowly melting into worshipful hunger. The messy wetness on her lips and chin only made her look more devoted, as if every drop was proof of how hard she was trying to please him.
Max let her continue at her own pace for a while, simply enjoying the wet heat of her mouth and the way her tongue moved along his length. Every so often, she would pull back slightly to breathe, and when she did, thin strings of saliva stretched between her lips and his cock before breaking across her chin. She looked overwhelmed, but not unwilling. If anything, the more difficult it became, the more desperate she seemed to prove herself worthy. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
Max looked down at the golden-haired spirit and smiled.
"You’re doing well," he murmured, his smile darkening. "I suppose I need to think of a name for you now."
She moaned again at his words, the sound muffled and desperate around his cock. She took him deeper than before, her throat working as she tried to swallow around him. Her hands finally moved with more confidence, one gripping his thigh while the other touched his base, as if learning the shape of him through trembling fingers.
Max’s hand remained gentle on the back of her head, guiding her but not rushing her.
By now, her face had grown wet and flushed, her lips swollen from effort, her blue eyes glassy with lust and devotion. She was still inexperienced, still messy, but there was a sweetness in how hard she tried, how completely she gave herself to the task. Every breath, every soft gag, every eager stroke of her tongue carried the same silent plea.
And he loved every second of it.
