novelraw Chapter 93: Is this another one of your surprises?
Chapter 93: Is this another one of your surprises?
Elena was a strange woman, at least in Ethan’s eyes.
They had only known each other for a few hours, but she was already treating him with love, though not the kind of love between a man and a woman.
It was more like a mother’s love, sweet and pure.
"You know I’m not a pure young man, and that I don’t have pure intentions toward you, right?" His lips parted, the words half-swallowed by the pressure of those enormous, darkened tits smothering his face.
His hands moved to Elena’s hips, fingers pressing into the generous curve of her waist.
"I can feel it in your hands and..." Elena’s lips curved upward when her gaze drifted to the enormous bulge straining against Ethan’s pants.
A sweet giggle escaped her mouth, and she massaged his golden hair with affection, fingers threading slowly through each strand.
"Then why don’t you push me away?" Ethan asked.
"Humans are naturally superficial creatures... the beautiful is good, the ugly is bad." Elena murmured, her voice low and unhurried. "Our hearts are moved by what we see, not by what is."
"You’re not the kind of person who would let yourself be fooled by something so crude..."
"Am I not? Mmmhn~..." Elena purred, her chest pressing forward, drowning Ethan in its vastness and softness, the heavy mounds molding around his features. "I must see more than you do then, my lord."
With a sweet sigh, she finally pulled away, her breasts dragging slowly across his face before swaying back into place, their momentum sending a ripple through the full, dark flesh.
Her high cheekbones flushed slightly as she gazed down at Ethan’s handsome face.
The young man stayed still, studying her in silence.
He couldn’t figure out what was going on in that head of hers, and that made him anxious.
"Rest while we talk. I’ll tell you everything I’m working on." Elena gestured toward a sofa in the corner of the office.
It was probably the only sofa in the entire Village and quite worn out, but it would do.
Elena sat on one end and Ethan on the other.
Without hesitation, she guided him to lie down, his head coming to rest on her thick, luscious thighs.
He could have fallen asleep right there if he had nothing else to do.
"You’re an interesting woman... how do you manage to lower a man’s guard so easily?" he asked, accepting her caresses, his face half-hidden behind the enormous breasts that hung between them.
"You’re not much different yourself. Do you know what you’ve done to this old woman’s bitter, closed heart?" she replied, her fingers resuming their slow path through his hair.
"I broke so many hearts with my rejections while I was in the capital of the Fallen Sun Empire, all of that just to fall into the hands of a pretty boy who’s barely stopped drinking milk..."
"Are you sure an old woman would be capable of making me feel this way?"
Elena laughed at those words, her eyes falling to the bulge in Ethan’s pants, the outline thick and unmistakable against the fabric.
To his surprise, her right hand moved toward it without hesitation, long, graceful fingers unceremoniously parting the fabric apart.
"I’ll help you relieve that while we talk." Elena smiled, her hand slipping beneath the fabric.
When she withdrew, she brought with her a massive, throbbing shaft of flesh.
She couldn’t help but be surprised.
A mature, experienced woman she was, but the male sex was certainly not among the experiences she had accumulated in her nearly fifty years of life.
How could she have worried about such distractions when she wasn’t even interested in having an heir, and had an empire to build?
"Are all men this big and beautiful, or is this another one of your surprises?" she asked, her face flushed and her usually calm breathing now slightly labored.
Her long, delicate fingers closed around the base and began moving slowly upward, her hand growing accustomed to the motion as she started to stroke him.
"Ah..." Ethan groaned, not bothering to answer as he enjoyed the handjob.
Without a response, Elena focused entirely on the task, the soft, warm skin of her palm gliding up and down the massive member at an increasing pace, the thick veins pressing against her grip.
Ethan’s hands moved upward, reaching for her breasts and squeezing firmly, fingers sinking deep into the rich, dark flesh, the heavy mounds spilling between his knuckles as he massaged them with vigour.
"Nghnn~~" She moaned, but made no move to stop him.
Her eyes clouded over as they fell upon his cock once more, a rosy smile spreading across her lips.
She paused for a moment, running her thumb slowly over the red, swollen head, her hand already damp with pre-cum.
When she felt Ethan’s body shudder beneath her grip, she knew she was doing something right.
As she masturbated Ethan, Elena began explaining all the development plans she had for Goldenveil.
She wanted to show him the drawings too, but the position she had put herself in made that rather difficult.
Her words came out a little unsteady when Ethan started toying with her nipples, tugging the fabric of her dress aside and leaving the puffy, darkened nipples fully exposed to the cool air of the office.
He rolled them between his fingers, her breasts swaying with each pull, the full weight of them shifting heavily as she gasped and bit her lower lip.
The movement of her hand on his cock grew erratic.
She leaned forward, and her immense breasts fell over Ethan’s face like a warm, heavy curtain, the soft flesh pressing against his mouth and muffling any sound he might have made.
Their mass trembled faintly with each breath she drew as she continued her explanation in a voice that had grown slightly choked.
It was only when she spoke her final word, with quiet satisfaction, that Ethan reached his limit.
His entire body stiffened beneath her, and Elena’s nipple slipped from between his lips, both enormous tits bouncing sharply as she suddenly straightened her spine.
Ethan came directly onto her hand, thick spurts of cum coating that dark, soft skin, her delicate fingers unable to contain the volume, the excess running in warm lines down her wrist.
Not long after, Ethan went to shower with Alice and Evelyn, and the black beauty found herself alone.
She cupped her own breasts with her left arm, the enormous mounds of dark flesh pressing together and rising under the pressure, their full weight resting heavy against her forearm.
Her right hand, still slick with cum, drifted to her lips, the hot fluid dripping onto the succulent curves of her chest, white lines trailing slowly across the vast, dark skin.
Her pink lips parted, and the tip of her tongue met it, just a single drop.
[Elena’s Loyalty increases by 5 point]
[Elena’s Opinion increases by 5 point]
She swallowed, the pleasure that momentarily softened her face giving way to a burning expression.
"Ah... Elena, you stupid old hag... What are you doing? You’re too old for this..." She wiped her hand slowly, hazy eyes following her own fingers as her mana swept away the last remaining trace of Ethan’s cum.
If Ethan heard those words, he’d laugh at the absurdity.
A milf so beautiful and hot, seeing herself as an old hag.
Maybe a good pounding on her fat, virgin pussy would solve that...