Chapter 88: Honey

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Honey

He tilted his chin higher, searching deeper, until the tip of his tongue finally pressed against the tight entrance of her hole.

Aaaahhnnnn—!

A sweet moan finally slipped past the cherry lips she had been trying to keep sealed.

There was no way she felt nothing. Xavier had only asked her to sit on his face, yet she had been twerking on him. She had to be getting pleasure from it. All he needed to do was give her a little more and her voice would break completely.

The tip of his hot tongue traced the tiny entrance, then slid upward to find her clit, buried deep between the swollen folds. He pushed forward and pressed hard against the sensitive bud. The action broke her rhythm. She stopped bouncing and let her ass sink fully onto the cushion—deeper than before. The back of Xavier’s head never touched the seat; it remained buried in the heavy roll of her cheeks even as her hips spilled onto the seat. He didn’t mind. Her flesh was softer than any cushion. With her weight pressing harder against his face, his tongue could go deeper. He slid it back down to the entrance of her tight hole and shoved inside, dragging the soft, wet tongue along her inner walls.

Ahhnhn... nnnh... mmm...

"Honey... let’s stop here. If we go any further, I won’t be able to control myself," she said, trying to pull away.

Xavier tightened his grip, fingers sinking into the plump thighs. He sealed his lips over her lower ones and began sucking while thrusting his tongue deeper, wiggling it against her wet inner walls.

Mmmph... aahhn... schlurp...

"I might accidentally harm you," she gasped between moans, but he did not stop. He intensified the wriggling of his tongue inside her tight hole while his lips kept kissing and sucking her glistening folds. She had started leaking love juices the moment she began twerking on his face. Xavier took that as all the permission he needed.

Nngh... ohh... aahhn...

Milfias leaned forward slightly, arching her back. Her huge breasts spilled in a liquid cascade over his fingers where they gripped her thighs, the heavy mounds overflowing the neckline of her leather dress.

She began grinding her heavy, quivering hips back and forth across his face—from his nose, over his outstretched tongue, to his chin—coating him completely in her fluids. His face sank deep into the wet, swollen, puffy flesh of her pussy. His tongue pressed hard against her clit every time she jerked backward, then plunged deep into her tight hole every time she ground forward.

Aaah... mmmph... nnnh... aahhn...!

She had done everything she could. She had advised him to stop. She had warned him. But if he desperately wanted her, it was no longer her fault. And if she was being honest... she had started to enjoy the pleasure she had been holding back. The reward of sitting on his face had flipped. She was the one receiving more from it than he was.

As the sensations intensified, she increased the pace of her grinding. Pleasure built deep in her chest. An unusual warmth spread through her pussy—the first she had felt in decades of abstinence.

Ohh... aahhn... nnngh...!

She moved her hands back, bracing them on the sofa for support. She jerked her hips forward, dragging her sensitive folds across his nose, tongue, lips, and chin in one long, smooth stroke. An electric jolt raced through her body. She leaned back, heavy breasts hanging and bouncing outward.

Aaahhn—!

"Ohh, Dear Ovaliss, Goddess of pleasure, have mercy—I’m cumming!"

Aahhnhn—! Nnngh... mmmph...!

She clenched her ass and thrust her hips upward. Her pussy squirted hard, hot jets of fluid slamming against the leather covering her front before cascading down onto Xavier’s chest and soaking his shirt. She kept squirting until the streams ran down his body and began pooling on the marble floor.

Aaahhnhn...! Ohhhn... nnnh...!

When the last pulse faded, she stood on trembling legs and walked to the opposite sofa. Her whole body quivered and jiggled with every unsteady step; the orgasm had hit her hard. It was her first climax since her husband’s death, and her strength as an Imperial Archmage meant nothing in front of her own body. Right now, she was simply a woman.

Hah... ahhn... mmm...

She collapsed forward onto the seat. Her face buried itself in the cushion, glossy crimson hair spilling over her cheeks. Her huge breasts smashed outward against the sofa, overflowing the tight leather. Her body bent over the edge of the seat, knees still on the floor, full round ass protruding outward and quivering softly.

Nnh... ahhn...

Xavier was soaked in her warm squirts. The inner walls his tongue had explored had been warm as well. Even if her skin was cold, her insides still burned hot. He had enjoyed his reward to the fullest—yet the cock straining inside his trousers was still raring to go while Milfias basked in the afterglow.

He moved behind her massive ass. One hand dove between her legs, gliding over her soaked folds and rubbing them side to side. His fingers sank into the tiny hole and scraped greedily for more of her leaking fluids.

Ahhnhn... nnnh...

He cupped a palmful of the slick juices, raised it over her crack, and let them pour down the cleft. Then he grabbed both heavy cheeks and pulled them apart until her twitching, puckered asshole came into clear view. The love juices flowed downward, coating everything.

Mmm...

Xavier freed his cock—long, thick, veiny, and completely rock hard—and laid it between her cheeks. He released the mounds. They clapped shut around his length, the smooth cold skin and soft heavy flesh squeezing him tightly from every side. Her ass bounced and rolled in heavy waves, completely wrapping his shaft inside the deep crack.

Nnh... ahhn...

Watching those gigantic cheeks shudder and jiggle in front of him, he lost control for a moment. Both hands rose high and came down hard, spanking her ass. The flesh rippled outward from the impact, leaving faint red handprints.

Ahhn—!

Striking an Imperial Archmage would normally be a death sentence—but this was his aunt, the woman who had just squirted all over his face and was still lost in the afterglow with her face buried in the sofa, moans muffled against the cushion.

Mmmph... nnnh...

He wanted to fuck her right then and there. What he wanted even more was the pure sensation of fucking that gigantic ass.

"I’m sorry, Auntie. Please let your sweet nephew fuck this massive ass in front of his eyes."

He grabbed and squeezed hard, fingers sinking so deep into the yielding flesh they almost disappeared. Then he leaned slightly forward and thrust his hips against the lower curve of her cheeks. His cock, swallowed completely by the deep cleft, slid forward until the head poked out near the small of her back.

Ahhnhn... mmm... nnnh...