Chapter - 23
Lirael began jerking me off, her touch gentle yet expert. A slow rhythm, punctuated by the occasional, knowing squeeze, built the tension exquisitely. Her eyes, sparkling with a mixture of mischief and adoration, never left my face. "You know," she murmured, her voice slightly breathless, "I always wished for my husband to appreciate me." She licked her lips, the gesture both sensual and innocent. Then, without warning, she dove down, taking half my length into her mouth in one smooth movement. Her eyes closed, a soft hum escaping her lips, and I jerked, a wave of pure pleasure washing over me.
"You're a brilliant woman, Mother," I said, my voice thick with emotion. I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering on her cheek. "All those people gathered there, cheering… it was because of how great a ruler you are. For me, you'll always be the greatest woman in this world." I watched, mesmerized, as she looked up at me, her crystal-blue eyes shining with a mixture of passion and devotion. Her lips were securely wrapped around the head of my cock, her mouth working with a practiced rhythm.
She slurped noisily for a moment, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue darting and exploring every inch of my shaft before pulling back for a moment, taking a deep, shuddering breath before plunging back down, this time gagging slightly as she took me deep, her throat constricting around my shaft. The sound was intensely arousing. She deep-throated me with an almost frantic fervor, her head bobbing up and down. "Whenever you please me with your mouth," she hummed appreciatively, her voice muffled by my cock, "I can feel how much you love me." She continued her relentless ministrations, her movements punctuated by the occasional, desperate gasp.
I reached down, my fingers finding purchase on one of her breasts, the soft flesh yielding beneath my touch. She sputtered, a moan escaping her lips, just bouncing and gagging on my cock like it was the greatest thing in the world. It brought me dangerously close to the edge. I held it in though, savoring the moment.
She slowed, pulling off for a moment to catch her breath. Lirael jerked me off, her fingers working expertly. She licked at my cockhead, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through me. "I'm glad you like it when I suck your cock, Damon," she said, her voice laced with confidence. "I do it because I want to make you happy, but to be entirely honest…" she started, the hint of a confession in her voice, "...I really love doing it too." The admission was honest and intensely arousing. She slurped me down again, taking me deep, right to the base this time. The effort was evident, her throat working hard to accommodate my size. I loved the way she looked up at me, her face flushed, her eyes filled with a fierce passion. The feeling of her throat around my cock, the tightness, the almost desperate eagerness—it was intoxicating.
A few moments later, Lirael pulled back, her tongue swirling around my cockhead, a teasing caress before she resumed her assault, her tongue exploring every inch of my shaft, her eyes glued to my face, eagerly watching my every reaction. My cock occluded her features from view, yet I knew exactly what expression she wore—a blend of intense pleasure and unwavering devotion.
"You're the best mother," I groaned. She then took one of my balls into her mouth, suckling on it, before moving onto the other. "You're going to always stay between my legs, ready to satiate my lust with your body," I continued, my voice thick with desire, "I'll take good care of you, make sure you're always happy, and never let you feel neglected. I'm going to do what Father should have done, appreciate his wife."
Lirael popped off my balls, her fingers gently jerking my manhood as she spoke. "I know you will," she said, her breath coming in short gasps. "My special young man, taking care of his women, his harem. It's only natural." She slurped me back down to the base, humming contentedly.
She pulled back up, only to immediately plunge back down, this time her movements faster, more frantic. A low moan escaped her lips, escalating into a series of breathless cries as she reached her own orgasm, her eyes rolling back in her head as she continued to deepthroat me.
"Fuck," I breathed, my fingers instinctively squeezing her breasts through her dress. The feeling of her throat clenching around my cock, the wet heat of her mouth, the desperation in her moans – it was a potent combination. "You're so good," I told her, my thighs clenching, the pressure building unbearably.
I reached for her hair, grasping it firmly and pulling her roughly away from my cock as her body twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Use your breasts," I ordered.
Lirael smiled; a blissful, post-orgasmic smile that didn't falter even as a stream of drool escaped her lips, splashing onto my still-erect cock. Her hands moved to her shoulders, undoing the straps of her dress and then her bra, leaving her completely topless.
By now, a thick, glistening coating of saliva shone on my cock, testament to the intensity of her oral ministrations. She leaned forward, her breasts framing my shaft, enveloping it in their soft, yielding flesh. Her gaze was intensely lewd, a mixture of playful mischief and profound adoration. "You like your Mommy's tits, hm?" she noted. "Even when you were just a baby, you loved suckling Mommy's tits, never wanting to let go of them."
I nodded, a groan escaping my lips. She smiled, squeezing her breasts tighter around my shaft.
"Are you going to cum for Mommy?" she purred, her voice a low, seductive whisper. "Do you want to cum all over Mommy's tits?"
"On your face," I said, the words barely coherent, lost in the overwhelming rush of sensation. She nodded, licking her lips, her eyes never leaving mine. She waited, watching my expression intently, gauging the exact moment to act. Then, just as I reached the peak of my arousal, she pulled back, her fingers expertly working my cock, bringing me to a powerful, explosive orgasm.
My cum splashed across her face, a thick, hot stream that coated her features. Some landed on her lips, some on her cheeks, some in her blonde hair—a messy affair. When the last spasm subsided, leaving me breathless and spent, she licked her lips clean, a slow, deliberate movement that somehow managed to be both sensual and entirely practical.
"I hope you enjoyed that," she said, her smile confident, almost smug in its satisfaction.
"I did very much, thank you," I replied, my voice still shaky from the aftershocks of my orgasm.
The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels and the muffled sounds from outside heralded our approach to the palace. I heard the palace gates opening, signaling the end of our journey.
"Umm, sorry for making a mess," I mumbled, feeling a sudden pang of awkwardness despite the uninhibited nature of our previous moments.
Lirael laughed, a light, melodious sound that belied the raw passion we'd just shared. She scooped some of my cum from her face with a finger, licking it off with a nonchalant grace. "Don't worry," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement, "I'll quickly clean up and join you in the ballroom shortly."