Chapter 87: I Was Born Ready

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: I Was Born Ready

"I want you to sit on my face," he said.

"What?" she asked clearly bewildered.

"I want to know how it feels to be crushed under the weight of your heavy ass."

Xavier had been envious of the throne she sat on. He refused to lose to the cushion of a sofa or a chair. Milfias lacked common sense. Would she actually sit on his face as a reward if his gamble paid off? The thought was incredible—but if her common sense suddenly returned, a single snap of the fingers from an Archmage could turn him to dust on the spot for such an audacious request.

"Oh, honey, that’s dangerous. My ass is really heavy," she said.

"I can take it," Xavier answered with complete confidence.

"That’s what my husband used to think as well," she replied.

"You have a husband?"

"I had one. He’s dead now."

"I’m sorry to hear that. How did he die?"

"He died during sex; he wanted me on top. He wanted me to ride him. Every bone in his pelvis was crushed to dust after I was done with him. We were young at the time, I didn’t have the strength to save him even if I’d wanted to." Her expression turned faintly reminiscent.

"Don’t be sad, Auntie. I’m sure he died happy."

"He did. He died with a wide smile on him face. That’s why I’m not too depressed about it. So, I’ll give you anything else you want. If you died by accident, Akron would be furious with me."

"Auntie, if you don’t mind me asking... what race was your husband?"

"An elf."

"That’s the problem, Auntie. Elves are arrogant by nature. They refuse to use the body-strengthening side of mana control. I’m confident I won’t die. Please—sit on my face."

Milfias looked him for a long moment and sighed.

"If you want it that badly... fine. Just make sure you strengthen your body to its absolute limit."

"All right. Let’s do this."

Xavier slid off the sofa onto the floor, back against the seat, head resting on the cushion so he faced upward.

Milfias rose. Her huge breasts jiggled heavily with the movement. She closed the distance, turned around, and straddled him, heels planted on either side of his waist. Completely naked from the waist down, her enormous ass hovered directly above his face. He could see the plump, puffy folds of her pussy nestled between the swollen cleft of her cheeks. His entire field of vision filled with thick thighs, swollen folds of her pussy, and the heavy lower curve of her gigantic ass. Her skin was smooth, glossy, and snow-white.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"I was born ready."

She lowered her hips. The soft curves of her ass quivered and stretched as she sank into a squat. The moment the cool flesh of her cheeks touched his face, Xavier felt the natural chill of a Frostborn. Frostborn body ran lower than most races, adapted to the frozen northern mountains.

She kept descending until his face was buried deep in the cleavage between her cheeks. Soft flesh cascaded around his face, spilling outward onto the cushion until his entire head sank into her gigantic ass. His nose finally pressed against her asshole. Her swollen folds settled firmly against his lips.

His hands rose and gripped her plump thighs, fingers sinking into the soft, yielding, cold flesh.

"Are you good?" she asked.

Xavier gave her a thumbs up, then immediately returned both hands to her thighs, savoring the feel of the soft meat under his fingers.

Blood rushed into his cock. His trousers tightened, the fabric stretching into a clear bulge. Milfias noticed at once.

"Are you having fun?" she asked.

"Blauhwah—" The words were lost between the folds of her pussy and the heavy, jiggling flesh of her ass, but the growing bulge in his pants told her everything she needed to know.

It had been decades since she lost her husband, yet even he had been obsessed with her ass and her full figure. If Xavier was the same, she knew exactly how to please him.

She raised her hips just enough that his nose left her asshole, though his head remained completely buried in the crevice of her gigantic butt. Xavier thought the reward was over. He had no idea the real part was only beginning.

Milfias braced her hands on her knees, arched her back, and began to bounce—short, hard pumps of her hips that made those massive cheeks slap and jiggle violently against his face. Every upward snap lifted the heavy flesh just enough for him to gasp; every drop smothered him again in a soft, crushing wave. The thick meat of her ass clapped wetly around his head with each thrust, the soft undersides of her cheeks dragging across his mouth and nose before slamming back into place.

She switched to tight circles next, grinding the full weight of her gigantic ass down onto him, smearing herself over his face as the soft flesh rippled and spread. The motion made her cheeks bounce and shudder independently, surrounding his head completely and burying him deeper with every roll. Then she sped up again, returning to sharp, rhythmic pumps—up and down, up and down—using the bounce of her huge ass to fuck his face. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the office.

Xavier couldn’t believe it.

Is she twerking on my face?

She was a 7th mana control Archmage, one of the strongest mages in the empire, holder of the title Imperial Archmage—and right now she was twerking her massive ass directly on his face. Soft, heavy flesh slapped and clapped against him with every jiggle and bounce.

She kept going for long minutes without slowing or stopping. Once Milfias committed to something, she saw it through. She would not stop until Xavier himself asked her to. What she failed to consider was that Xavier was not the kind of man who backed down either.

He took every slap of her soft, fluffy ass. He could have done this all day, but he knew he had to choose a point of no return.

He tightened his grip on her thighs and pushed his face upward, sinking even deeper into her crack. His nose pressed firmly into her forbidden hole. His lips found the plump, puffy folds of her pussy. He sealed his mouth over the swollen flesh, pushed his tongue forward, parted the folds, and licked along the length of her outer lips. Then he tilted his chin higher, searching deeper, until the tip of his tongue finally pressed against the tight entrance of her hole.

Aaaahhnnn—!