SON OF THE HERO KING

Hovering above Sol, gazing down at his handsome face and confident smirk, Pandora realized she was more than ready. She was positively drenched.

Heavy, labored breaths leaked out of her while her eyes had grown moist with unconcealed lust. Ever since meeting Sol, Pandora was introduced to many interesting feelings. The stirring in her chest, the aching throbbing in her crotch, and the rising anticipation almost gave her the illusion that she had finished running a country wide marathon few times over.

She did not even ask his permission before shoving her ample chest right into his face, wishing to bury this bad man between her mountainous peaks.

Of course, her attack was completely ineffective.

Her breasts were so soft that, Sol felt like he was drowning in an ocean of horniness. One did not wish to escape from, forever, if he could help it.

Yet, he was stopped from reaching the highest peaks of pleasure by a small barrier of clothes. The open chest of her blouse left her bustier exposed, showing a deep cleavage that seemed to be winking at him, nudging away at his lust. The top of the bustier had frills that wonderfully decorated her deep cleavage. He could not help but think that the whole design was a surprisingly cute for someone known as the Succubus Queen.

She pressed herself against him, driving him right to the ground, while her hands held him tightly against her hefty chest. She was fully intent on not even letting him move a single inch. Unless he used some part of his strength to move her aside, that is.

Pandora snickered, wondering what he would do now. But Sol showed her that, when it came to sex, things such as shame did not exist in his dictionary.

He used the most playful weapon in his arsenal. He directly deployed his mouth.

Sol bit and pulled the bustier down while feeling the warmth of her chest smothering his face. Her heavy breasts finally popped out of their tight confines, slapping his face with its heavenly softness.

Her smooth and fine skin must have been an acquired trait from her demonic blood. Her breasts were also larger than he had remembered them to be. Out of all his women, only Milia could compare with those two heavy mountains.

The nipples were a slightly darker shade of pink than he was used to in his women, and the large areolae accentuating the small button gradually faded into the hefty peaks’ milky white surroundings.

Drawn by the sweet aroma of her pillowy bosom, Sol began sucking one of the buds with practiced force. Immediately, Pandora’s whole body tensed and twitched, a small gasp leaking out of her unwillingly.

He licked at the tip and rolled it around in his mouth while it grew more and more erect and hard. Her breathing gradually increased with his skillful actions, but she had gotten a grasp on her mouth so that no sound would leak without her own will. Ultimately, she did not stop him from continuing.

He held that pillowy soft flesh in his mouth, tugging it with enough force that the hefty mound was finally freed in its entirety from the cumbersome clothes.

A pity they do not produce milk.

Having just her tits pulled out of her clothes made those large globes look even more lewd than they would have been while she was completely naked. A thing to note was that, even though those heavenly mounds did not produce milk, they were still supremely delicious. Sol almost felt that he was sucking on some ripe strawberries. It was a fairly unique yet pleasurable feeling.

Pandora let out a sigh of pleasure, but she knew that she could not let the bad dragon continue at this pace. She had intended to take the initiative, and now here she was, letting Sol play around with her breasts.

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Get a grip.

She told herself inwardly before looking down at the naughty boy.

In the next moment, she turned her body around, straddled him again, and stuck her butt out toward his face. Her skirt had ridden up her butt, revealing her scandalous black panties that were almost wedging her fat cheeks.

Sol raised an eyebrow at her abrupt series of actions, “Are you sure you want to try this again? The last time, you lost quite miserably.”

Pandora blushed in utter shame as she remembered how she nearly passed out just by gulping down his cum. Now that he was even stronger than back then, she could only imagine how much energy his body could contain.

He obtained some divinity, right?

Pandora gulped hard, a mixture of fear and anticipation catfighting in her heart for dominance. She was starting to reconsider the whole situation. Just how good would he taste? How much of a mess would he reduce her to if they were to continue? Was she even ready for this? ṛ𝓪ꞐО𐌱Ёṣ

Her memory of their first time was now faint, but the overwhelming pleasure she felt back then was practically carved into her mind and soul. She could never forget that.

Well, there is no way to escape anyway.

She rationalized, trying to convince herself, even though she knew very well that Sol would not force her if she just told him to stop.

Before she could jumble herself down further in her spiral of thoughts, Pandora moaned out loud, interrupted by Sol’s firm hands grabbing her round derriere.

“You can’t put something so delicious in front of me and expect me to stay put, right?” Sol jested in a tone full of mirth.

He bit at the already wet patch sticking to her crotch and pulled hard to reveal the soaked crevice below the cloth.

Pandora knew that she did not have much time left to decide. So she kept his head pinned between her butt and thighs as she worked to strip off his pants, revealing his already hardened shaft.

Knowing that directly licking the tip would only knock her out faster, Pandora started by massaging the elongated shaft with her dainty and agile fingers. Then, her lips moved down and gently licked his engorged sack.

“Ohh..!” A small groan leaked out of Sol at her skillful ministrations. He liked how her soft lips and nimble hands made him feel.

Over and over again, her tongue lasciviously snaked back and forth between his balls and the base of his dick. She used the frothy saliva that accumulated from all the slobbering to slide her fingertips along the shaft and bulbous head to skillfully drive his manhood to its limit.

Pandora’s technique was exquisite, it had always been like that, and now that her head was not muddled due to his cum, she could fully demonstrate all her knowledge. All of it amounted to Sol rapidly reaching his limits.

Still, the more she breathed in his manly scent, the foggier her mind became. She wished to lick the top so much, engulf the wet head with her warm mouth, and then drain every drop of his cloudy liquid. But she fought down those instincts for now. She could not let herself be distracted.

On the other end, Sol was not to be undone by any means. Once he had removed her panties and undone her skirt to fully bare her lower body, he slowly spread her large butt before his eyes and admired her glistening pink vulva.

It was an incredible view. One that filled him with a different kind of hunger than usual. Unlike Pandora, Sol did not fight against his instinct and plunged right in.

He moved his tongue skillfully. A result of all the experience he received while pleasuring so many different women. All women were different, and it was important to find the pleasure points that made them tick just right.

But Pandora was as easy a target as they came. His scent alone was already driving her to the brink of madness, so a simple probing from his tongue was enough to set off literal fireworks all over her mind.

She groaned, her whole body convulsed, but Sol paid no heed to her complications. Mercilessly, he continued assaulting her defenseless garden dripping with nectar, lapping it up relentlessly with his slithering tongue. His fingers were not idle, either.

Pandora seemed to experience a few more light climaxes from the pleasure she received from the lapping of his tongue alone. Each time, her butt would twitch heavily and squeeze tight against his tongue. But that did nothing to stop him from pleasuring her further.

A normal man would have suffocated already, but Sol did not need to breathe and he definitely was not a normal man.

In the end, Pandora laid down powerlessly, completely exhausted while Sol snickered,

“Well, it seems like round one goes to me.”

Sex was always fun for him. But beating someone who thought they could win was always another kind of pleasure rush, not unlike a drug.

“Round two now, or are you ready to admit defeat?” He taunted her and sure enough, Pandora’s eyes flickered as she sat up and straddled him.

At this point, the notion of competing itself made no sense. However, she did not wish to lose so pathetically.

So, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for what was to come, she raised her butt and arranged it above his rock-hard penis, before lowering herself on him.

Her petals offered no resistance and opened up for him to enter and his penis to slide in.