[Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Skip if you are not comfortable with it. I will see you in another chapter.]
Anna's eyes widened in shock as she tried to resist but then she went limp when the dry ache in her throat slowly receded.
He caught the surprise in her eyes and chuckled as his head descended back.
His tongue flickered out and she was sure his eyes glowed as he licked her. She squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure but then jolted them open when she felt something strange.
She didn't know how a tongue on her tit was supposed to feel, but this was surely not one tongue.
Seeing her confusion, he pulled away and laughed out loud. At that moment, Anna was sure she was hallucinating. He didn't have a forked tongue before. But he did at that moment. It explained the sensation she had felt on her nipple but didn't explain how a normal tongue had been artificially forked without her knowledge.
He snorted as she stared at his face and returned his attention. She moaned loudly, forgetting about the mysterious tongue for a second as he took the other nipple into his mouth and proceeded to lick and suck on it. He was a stickler for equality because she counted the same number of seconds spent on each breast.
She could also be missing out on seconds because she skipped counting as the pleasure mounted under his unexpected ministrations.
Her heart leaped when he moved his mouth lower until he reached her pants. He parted her legs and slid a finger in. He looked up at her and hesitated.
"Yes," she breathed and he smiled widely.
"Finally talking, are we?" he teased as he removed the pants quickly and grinned when he saw the white cotton panties on them.
She was never afraid of nudity, but this didn't seem like a situation where she should be unashamed.
Ladislas hooked his fingers under the gem and slowly dragged the material down her thighs. He removed the socks and rubbed the muscles of her calves before dragging them down as well. He parted her legs and she held her breath as he looked directly at her pussy.
He swallowed audibly and dropped to his elbows between her legs.
"Finally, you show me yours," he commented.
She was confused for a second before her mind the image of him holding his cock in the men's toilet resurfaced.
'Wait. Is he going to put his mouth on me?'
"You… you don't have to," she babbled.
He sighed heavily and clicked his tongue in disapproval as he caressed her inner thigh with his hand. She looked at him, finding him staring back to a raised brow.
She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt him part her folds and then his warm tongue flicked over her clit several times.
She squeaked and almost pulled away.
"I have a sadistic streak, Anna. Don't forget that," he warned with a chuckle. It was definitely in response to her reaction. And then, she felt his tongue on her again. He massaged her clit with precision and she gasped and panted.
He had never quite enjoyed this act before, but seeing her writhe in utter confusion sparked humor in him. Boredom? He had almost forgotten how that felt.
She grabbed onto his hair, trying to push him away just a little or slow him down. Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, he pushed two fingers deep inside her. She arched back, the sensation too much to take. She felt him hit a spot inside her and her toes curled and she gripped the sheets tightly.
"How?" she asked frantically.
He pumped his fingers faster and she felt a sharp sting on her clit. It pushed her over the edge. The unknown sensation swept over her. Blinding lights flashed behind her eyelids and pleasure shot through her as Ladisalas continued to work on her expertly.
It was a long time until she felt her body relax and come down from the incredible high he had given her.
She had tried every drug and hallucinogen that was available. Yet this… It just didn't add up.
"Generations of knowledge, magic, and practice," he said dispassionately.
"I… can't…" believe it, she completed the sentence in her head. She gasped as he crawled up her body and emerged with a smug expression on his face.
He stroked her hair and then leaned down to kiss her eagerly.
His cock was separated from her by just one layer of fabric. He rocked his hips and she could feel just how turned on he was. He lifted his head and sought her eyes.
"Pants," she ordered, emboldened by the orgasm.
He nodded and sat up on his knees where he quickly pulled his pajama pants and boxers down at one go.
She gulped when she saw it again. That beautiful thing in her mind was back in her line of sight. She had photographic memory, but it looked much better than last time. If that was even possible.
Ladislas took in her shocked expression. "Does it look any different?" he asked.
She nodded carefully. She was confused.
"Superpower," he said in form of explanation.
She reached out tentatively and wrapped her fingers around his cock and felt it throb in her hand. Ladislas gasped and his eyes widened just a fraction. She stroked it firmly and swept her thumb over the head, causing him to hiss and buck his hips involuntarily.
"I… will try," Anna said softly.
He nodded and his lips curved up into a beautiful smile as he rolled over to open the drawer in the nightstand. Of course, he didn't have a condom on hand... he just produced it out of thin air.
He came back and propped up a few pillows and leaned against the headboard. Anna, emboldened, straddled his thigh and watched him. He ripped the pack open with his teeth and grinned as he rolled the condom onto his length and by some miracle, it actually fit.
With that, he hooked his index finger and motioned for her to come closer.
Anna crawled over his body on all fours, and his eyes were hooded with lust when she cupped his face in her hands.