The Only Son Amongst The Daughters Of Eros

Chapter 89 Conquered Her Mouth [R18]

Languidly and gracefully, Headmistress Lysandra parted her thighs more, allowing Aeric more passage to the glistening folds of her sex, which was now already swollen with arousal and leaking with her juices.

She felt as Aeric's tongue dug deeper, sinking into her pink wetness and licking her clithoris. Letting out a loud moan, she clutched his hair with her wild fingers and pushed his face deeper.

"At the very least," she mumbled, her lips wriggling in ecstasy. "This keeps that mouth of yours quiet."

Aeric smiled, he lifted his tongue and played with the tip of her clithoris before tightening his teeth around a fold of her sheet, pushing his lips inside, sucking and then letting go with a succulent smack.

"I had no idea you were not a fan of my voice, Headmistress Lysandra," Aeric said. "You seem to very much like my tongue, though."

Lysandra looked down at him, her chest heaving up and down. "You talk too much," she breathed, pushing his face into her cunt once again.

Aeric's tongue immediately darted out, thrusting into her inside once again. He pulled out slightly and began to trace the glistening folds of Lysandra's sex. She trembled, her legs shook and a waist recoiled as a strangled cry tore from her lips.

Aeric was relentless. He continued to eat her inside, while occasionally teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

He lifted his eyes up at her, watching her moan with a smile on his face. "You're yet to commend me as you did for my massage," he mused.

Lysandra groaned. "Why do you always insist on talking?"

A chuckle escaped his lips. "Because you have the most alluring reaction to my voice."

"Oh, such nonsense!"

"Believe it or not. It is true," he said with a cunning smile. His grip on Lysandra's hips tightened once again as he buried his face deeper between her thighs, his tongue delving into her slick, heated depths. Licking, ravishing, sucking.

Lysandra's head fell back again, a litany of breathless moans and whimpers spilling from her lips as her legs continued to vibrate.

"I find it hard to believe— ugh! Oh my heavens!" Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "I find it hard to believe that a boy like you can use your tongue so efficiently. You keep — ughh! The Divine! You keep giving me — uhh... spams of pleasure...uhhhh."

"Hmm." Aeric removed his face slowly and lifted his head, cleaning her juices from his lips. "Do not enjoy yourself too much, Headmistress. My lips and tongue have pleasured you long enough."

His fingers moved to his belt, which he unbuckled with ease. Then, while Lady Lysandra watched with surprise, he unzipped his trousers and took down his underpants.

He held her by her hair and tilted her head playfully. "But with a face like that..."

She narrowed her eyes at him, feigning some self respect and anger.

"...I have no other choice but to keep fucking your skull until you completely forget how to think!"

"Myou mthink mighly m—off myourself. I won't — mhmmmmn!"

Plop!

Her lips smacked against his pelvis once again as his cock thrusted into her throat.

'Uh yes. Fuck my mouth, Son of Starlight!' her thoughts cried.

Plop! Another thrust. Then another. Another. And then, a pounding.

Aeric's cock kept pulling out and pushing in into her mouth, fucking her throat as her pupils disappeared and her face was slobbered with her own spit.

Lysandra hummed around Aeric's shaft, as the thrusts to her throat sent vibrations and shock waves of pleasure coursing through her and also through him.

Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his thighs and began to bob her head, her movements becoming increasingly frantic as her own lust threatened to consume her.

'Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Son Aeric! Use my speaking tubes! Destroy my oral cavity with this oddly, majestic cock of yours! Oh my! How splendid! How truly splendid! I never would have expected to experience such a rush of eccentric emotions! My throat is being punished and all I feel are spasms of pleasure, unbridled lust and a delicate destruction of my poor mind.'

'How I love it! Keep using my throat, Son Aeric. Perhaps, if you promise to go on like this, I will give you all you're asking for. All— what is this? I feel a sensation growing in the shaft of his pump meat. I can feel it in my throat.'

Aeric began to tense up, his thrusts became faster, his grip on her hair tighter. He felt his balls swell as the cock juice began to rise up his cock tube.

Headmistress Lysandra's eyes widened. 'He's about to ejaculate! And he's going to do it inside my mouth!'

Aeric pushed her head in and thrusted one final time. "Take all of it, slutmistress!"

Splash! His royal seed poured out.