Selena didn't move.
Her eyes remained fixed on that erect penis in front of her face, until her nose began to catch its scent...
A heavy, warm, strangely sticky smell.
Her brow furrowed, and she lifted her gaze toward him in reproach:
"…Did you masturbate again?"
In his mind, a quick flash—drops of water on Zara's body, her legs spread in the river, and his hand that hadn't spared himself three times in a row.
He smiled to himself inwardly… then said coldly:
"No excuses… come on."
She hesitated, taking a step back, her gaze tense, her hand lifting slightly as if to push him away:
"How… am I supposed to fit this in my mouth?"
He chuckled wickedly, the corner of his mouth slowly rising:
"It must be much bigger than Garon's…"
He moved closer, lowering his voice:
"Well… that's obvious anyway."
A penis that big… how does he even walk carrying it between his legs? she thought sharply, trying to push the thought away immediately, but the heat in her face betrayed her.
She reached out hesitantly, her fingers curling around the middle of it. It was warm, heavier than she expected, as if it had a faint pulse.
She kept staring at it for a second, then slowly, as if waging war with herself, she extended her hand, her fingers touching it.
Its texture was warm, heavy, pulsing.
"Start slowly…" he said in a low commanding tone, as he sat at the edge of the bed.
She bent before him, her fingers wrapping around its middle, starting to move it back and forth.
First stroke… cautious.
Then a second… longer.
"Deeper, a little."
She moved her hand with her mouth, pulling and pushing, her tongue pressing along the side, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.
Whenever she felt she was about to finish him, he would suddenly change the rhythm, or lift her head away for a second, then push her back all at once.
After a quarter hour of this teasing, she stopped suddenly, wiping her mouth:
"This is starting to hurt my jaw… hurry up and finish."
He laughed, leaning toward her:
"Maybe if you used your tits… it would be quicker."
Her eyes reddened with anger and embarrassment, but she kept staring at him as if waiting for him to back down.
He only gave a small smile and pointed at her chest:
"Remove what's in the way… I want to see the melons at work."
She gasped sharply:
"You… psycho."
But his voice came calmer, more in control:
"I'm asking for something that will make it faster… since you want to end it."
It's only… for Garon… she tried to convince herself as she untied the fastenings with hesitant hands, until the fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing her chest to his eyes—full, moving with her quick breaths, just as he had seen them the night before.
He smirked, his eyes slowly examining her:
"Beautiful… now, put it between them."
She swallowed, lifting her breasts with both hands, pressing them against the sides of his penis, feeling its warm surface against her sensitive skin.
[Instant Read: Breast sex position activated – Side pressure 82% – Skin temperature high]
She began moving them back and forth, her orbs pressing and releasing, the sounds clearer this time, a mix of soft friction and hot breaths:
"Shh… shh…" with each motion.
Damn… it's so warm… She tried not to think, but each thrust sent a small shiver through her body.
She closed her eyes for a second, then sped up a little, trying to convince herself: faster… finish this… only for Garon.
He watched her in silence, his head tilted slightly, his eyes gleaming with the pleasure of control:
"Faster… squeeze harder… yes, like that."
"Like that," he said as he placed his hand on the back of her head, pressing her down slowly until she felt the tip hit her throat.
She gasped, a tear sliding down her cheek, but his hand didn't move.
"Endure…"
She tried to pull back, but his grip on her hair kept her in place.
The faint choking sounds from her, mixed with the warmth of her breath, made him press harder for a second before suddenly letting go.
She pulled back, breathing harshly, a sticky string of saliva connecting her mouth to his shaft.
Why… do I feel like I want more? She pressed her legs together, trying to hide the wetness beginning to seep out.
No… this is for Garon… that's all it is.
[Status check: Arousal at peak – Mental submission at 88% – Verbal resistance ineffective]
"Come back now… and don't hesitate this time."
She returned, this time faster, her hand working the remaining length while her mouth swallowed and released at a quicker pace.
The sound of saliva and friction grew louder, her hot breaths hitting his skin with each pull.
"Faster… deeper…" he said, tugging her hair slightly with each thrust.
Her body trembled briefly, a faint feeling of pleasure creeping in despite herself, and she pushed her head further as if to end it.
But he resisted release, slowing suddenly, leaving her to plead with her eyes.
She stopped, panting:
"Damn… why won't you finish?"
He grinned wickedly:
"Because I'm enjoying you like this… but maybe if you let your other hand play between your legs… it'll be over quicker."
She gasped sharply, her face flushing red, but she didn't answer, instead returning to take him to her throat, faster now, her breaths hot against his skin.
[Warning: Throat overload – Likely tear in 3… 2… 1]
Suddenly, he held her head, keeping her deep for two seconds, her choking sounds and tears fueling his cruelty.
He finally released her, she breathing loudly, that sticky string still connecting her mouth to him.
[Warning: Desire level at 109/120 – Additional stimulation will trigger ejaculation]
"Like that… now I want the depth again."
[Emergency mode: Catch containers ready – Discharge imminent at 99%]
Thrust… then another… until his body shuddered, a long exhale escaping him, and warm spurts of his seed splattered across her cheek, nose, the corner of her mouth, and between her cleavage.
She gasped, closing her eyes, feeling the heat run down, the heavy pulse in her body growing.
He opened his eyes, a hunter's smile on his lips:
"You're wetting yourself… don't deny it."
Eron dropped onto the bed as he was, a hand behind his head, breathing slowly as if nothing had happened.
Selena remained standing, half-naked, her hair disheveled, warm drops on her skin and her discarded clothes on the floor.
She tried to catch her breath, but her mind was running in circles.
What had she done?
She… in her bedroom… her husband dying, and yet she had just performed oral sex on another man.
She squeezed her eyes shut as if to erase the images from her mind, but the warmth of the drops on her chest and neck screamed the reality.
Her thoughts were cut by his voice, cold and clear:
"Well… I think I found Garon's cure."
She gasped, turning toward him immediately:
"…What?"
He didn't answer.
His eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, as if he hadn't just said something strange.
Her lips trembled to question him, but no sound came out.
....
Not long after…
A heavy night wrapped the alleys, and the cold wind slipped through broken windows, carrying with it the smell of mud and dampness.
Three steady knocks on a worn wooden door.
From inside, the sound of slow footsteps, then the creak of hinges as it opened halfway.
The alchemist appeared, her hair tied back, the glow of the lamp's flame behind her casting yellow halos over her pale features.
She raised an eyebrow:
"A late visit… what's the reason?"
Eron stood beside the old doctor, his shoulders relaxed but his eyes lifted toward her with unwavering steadiness.
The doctor took a short breath and said:
"I hope you're right, boy… the walk here wasn't a stroll."
The alchemist shifted her gaze between them, a hint of hidden concern flashing in her eyes before she returned to her usual coldness.
Eron smiled briefly, but without warmth.
He stepped closer to the door until only an arm's length separated them, his voice lowering:
"Don't worry… grandmother."
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with the sharpness of a predator who had spotted his prey:
"I'm… certain it was you who poisoned Garon."
She didn't move.
But her fingers on the handle tightened unconsciously.