Chapter 251: Improvising (18+)
"Master, that was a nice bath," Medusa purred, stretching lazily as they stepped out of the bathroom together.
The door clicked shut behind them and the wisps of steam drifted out through the open window, curling into the cool outside air.
Nobody would mind a little bit of steam right?
Medusa deliberately let her towel sit low, exposing the tantalizing curve of her breasts.
This was a battle, and Medusa was determined to leave an unforgettable mark on her Master.
Among all the women in his life currently, she prided herself on having the most generous bust and she intended to ensure he wouldn’t forget it.
If he ever wanted to press some breasts, her’s was waiting just for him.
"Yes it was," Azel replied, mirroring her stretch.
His muscles flexed effortlessly.
Medusa had washed him as thoroughly and he had done the same with her.
Now they were both ready to get dirty again.
The moment they reached the bed, Medusa reclined onto the soft sheets. She was making it slow so that he would want it more and as soon as she landed on the bed.
Azel tore the towel away from her body, leaving her bare in front of him. She didn’t even bother covering up, she was not ashamed that he was seeing her body... She could only look at him with anticipation.
’Edna was right about this too,’ Medusa thought, her thighs rubbing together instinctively as her insides grew even wetter.
Once Azel was aroused, he wouldn’t stop until he fucked her completely... and that was exactly what she craved.
Her breasts jiggled as he grasped them, his fingers finding her right nipple and pinching it gently.
The sensation made her toes curl instantly, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her.
"M-Master~ They’re yours~ They won’t run away~" she moaned, her voice rising as he leaned down and bit her left nipple.
It was as if he knew exactly where to touch to make her moan.
"Of course they won’t," he mumbled against her left nipple, his lips closing around it as he bit down again tightly, as if he was trying to draw milk from her breasts...
He wouldn’t be able to do that unless she was pregnant.
His palm enveloped her right breast squeezing the mound of flesh tightly and her moans grew louder.
Azel pulled back, admiring her now swollen nipple... it looked like a work of art.
He licked it gently, savoring her reaction.
"Or were you planning to run away with them?" he teased, pinching it again.
Tingles raced up her spine as he shifted his attention to her other nipple, biting down with just enough pressure to make her gasp.
"N-no, sir~ I promise I won’t ru-ru—agh!" Her words dissolved into a loud moan as Azel’s knee pressed against her folds, relentless in its rubbing against it.
He gave her no reprieve, except for her mouth, which spilled moans freely.
"M-Master... I’m cumming~" she cried, her cum flooding out, drenching the bed beneath her and Azel’s knee too.
Though she wasn’t as perverted as Edna, who could climax from a single spank, Medusa’s climax was just as much.
Azel drew back, watching her breathless sigh.
She looked really cute like this.
Medusa on the other hand was utterly breathless.
’My insides are still wet,’ she thought, her gaze dropping to the bulge beneath Azel’s towel.
Even through the fabric, she could see his hardness straining against the cloth.
"Sorry, Master," she said, sitting up with a determined look in her eyes. "Let me pleasure you as well. You’ve done so much for me..."
She had only read about blowjobs in the scandalous novels Edna shared with her, and she doubted any of those heroines had faced what she was about to confront.
"Are you sure you’re ready?" Azel asked, he was genuinely worried for her. "You can take a few breaths if you need to."
"No, no, Master, I’m..." She tugged his towel away, and his full length sprang free, brushing against her cheek.
It was long... obscenely so and just staring at the sight made her confidence waver.
"Ready?" she whispered the last part out... she was not ready.
Medusa had faced formidable foes in her prime... The sword saint, grand mages, and even the saintess.
None had been too much for her.
But this?
She glanced at Azel’s impressive length and wondered.
’How long is my throat, anyway?’ The thought made her shiver. ’Did Edna really take this?’
She could suddenly understand why Azel needed multiple women in his life.
How could one woman possibly satisfy all his desires?
’Still, I can do this,’ she resolved herself.
She leaned closer, inhaling the masculine scent of his manhood.
Her mouth watered.
Glancing at the bed, she smiled.
Even if her technique wasn’t perfect, she wanted this moment to be unforgettable for him.
"Master, please sit down," she said softly.
Azel complied, settling onto the bed, he was curious on what she wanted to do.
His eyes widened when she pressed her generous breasts together, sandwiching his member between them.
Medusa met his gaze, her lips widening into a smile.
She pressed her lips to the tip of his length.
"Master, I’ve never done this before, but I promise to do my best," she said, her voice adorably earnest.
Then, with a deep breath, she took the head of his member into her mouth, making Azel groan.
Using her breasts to stimulate the sides of his girth, she worked the head with her lips, slowly taking more of him.
The dampness from their bath acted as a natural lubricant, easing the glide of her soft curves against him.
Azel groaned again, his hand resting gently on her head and his fingers went through her hair.
The double assault from her breasts and her mouth overwhelmed his senses.
Medusa’s spine tingled as a foreign taste filled her mouth.
’So this is pre-cum,’ she thought, attempting to smile despite her full mouth.
The flavor was intoxicating.
She decided she wanted more of it.
She wanted to drain his balls of every last drop.