A seductive smile played on Hellestra's face as Dion accepted the offer, although he had no option to begin with. She bent down slowly before him, her hands sliding against his skin from his chest, along his abs, down to his lower body.
As her hands slid along his shaft, like a man resurrected from death, his cock jolted back to life with full rage. Hellestra was so close to him that his dick gently hit her in the face as it came to life, making her shift back a bit and smiled.
The intentions behind her smile were entirely concealed from Dion.
Hellestra then held his balls and gently caressed them, giving more life to his dick as its aggressiveness increased, the veins on them all on display now.
She grabbed the base of his shaft without hesitation, her crimson lips separated, anticipating his nine-inch dick.
She eyed his erect cock passionately, like a musician ready to spit fire into a firmly held mic. Her tongue came out, and she moved it from his balls up to the tip of his now erect dick.
Her movements were slow and life-giving, Dion could feel himself coming back to life as her tongue made contact with his stick.
Dion watched as she swallowed his member down her throat, the sleek movements of her crimson lips against his shaft felt... good.
His lips parted wide as he gasped for air, feeling himself come alive once more. His vitals suddenly began to respond, the sensation overwhelming him.
Hellestra maintained a calm posture as she pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. She pushed it deep down her throat, gagging a bit.
Removing his cock with a smile on her face, thick saliva coating it and dripping from her lips, she commended, "What a good dick you have here, so thick."
She pushed it back, this time increasing her pump speed. One hand held the dick in position, while the other caressed his balls, increasing the pleasure.
Each stroke brought Dion back to life, as if she was breathing life into him.
His vitals fully responded, and he felt himself whole once more. More blood rushed to his member, heightening his arousal, more veins decorating his shaft as she continued pumping her face along his shaft.
She removed his dick, spat on it, and began stroking it with both hands. The movements were slow but tantalizing; she was a mistress at her job.
"Let's see how those two dudes taste," she said, referring to his balls.
Her tongue found its way down to his balls, circling them and creating a warm, wet environment around them.
She licked the skin around his balls, her hands still pumping up and down his shaft. Dion moaned as her actions only increased the pleasure coursing through him.
After licking his balls, she positioned her face before his erect joystick and licked the tip around the opening as if coaxing his seed to emerge.
"Uhhhh," Dion moaned, one of his hands now holding her red hair as his fingers ran through it. She swallowed his cock once again and began stroking up and down with fervent speed, never wavering.
As the pleasure built, he felt the sensation in his knees. "It's coming," he said as he grabbed her hair with both hands and began pumping his waist in and out passionately.
Hellestra began losing herself to the pleasure as her hands moved down to her breasts and began squeezing them hard while Dion pumped himself.
"It's co.....ming," he moaned as the thick liquid oozed out from his member into her mouth. He pushed the full length of his dick into her mouth as he offloaded, ensuring everything was where it was meant to be.
As he finished, it dawned on Hellestra that he should have offloaded elsewhere, not in her mouth. She quickly let go of her breasts, swallowed his seed, and stood up.
She wiped her lips before saying, "You were meant to offload on that, not in my mouth," she explained pointing at the small paper on the table behind.
"Sorry, I was lost in pleasure, and you were nowhere to be found to guide me on what to do. I guess you were also into it," Dion said with a grin.
Hellestra tried to maintain a tough facade at that moment, denying it and changing the topic of discussion.
"Your grip was too tight for me to let go, that's all," she said before adding, "now that you've signed the contract, you'll do my bidding until the contract expires."
"Always," he said, ever passionate.
A smile appeared on her face as she snapped her fingers; suddenly, the Soul Sword appeared in her hand, and she began closing the distance between her and Dion.
"You can only trap a single soul with one knife, so don't make a mistake and strike another person apart from Captain Xalvador," she explained, still walking.
"Don't worry about that, worry about getting Keyla back to life," Dion said as he took the sword from her, hanging it around his neck.
"Then I guess we don't have a.... problem," she replied, her eyes now on Dion's dick, which had been staring at her for a while now.
"Haven't had enough?" Dion questioned wryly.
She raised her head, smiled, and said, "I will be expecting you in a week's time."
As she said those words, she placed her hands on his forehead, and suddenly he began feeling weak, his senses becoming numb, his muscles not responding, and he fell to the ground with a soundless thud.