"Just… come… in… come inside," Elaine whispered, her voice a breathless, trembling murmur, heavy with a sob that betrayed the depletion of her divine strength. Each word was a fragile surrender, as though her celestial power had been siphoned away, leaving only the raw, quivering essence of her desire. Her low, choked plea hung in the air, a delicate thread of sound that pierced the haze of Boomer's lust-addled mind. His focus, wholly consumed by the divine curves of her body, caught every syllable, his heart pounding with the weight of her invitation.
In his greedy, lustful gaze, the goddess was a vision of shattered divinity—her beauty a garden of scattered petals, her divine form a constellation of broken branches adorned with budding flowers, each glistening with crystalline dewdrops of her own making. Her sacred body lay fully exposed beneath him, a luminous, flawless canvas of moon-white skin glowing with an otherworldly radiance. Her full, heaving breasts, exuding a seductive fragrance that mingled the holy with the profane, rose and fell with each ragged breath. Her hairless, silken mound, kissed with a faint blush of pink, glistened with sticky nectar, a testament to her arousal that spilled forth like a sacred offering.
Boomer's pulse thundered as he leaned over to the intricately carved chest box beside the bed, his fingers trembling with anticipation as he retrieved a pair of mysterious jade bracelets. The cool, polished stones gleamed with an inner light as he slipped them onto Elaine's delicate wrists, the contrast of their smooth weight against her silken skin sending a shiver through her. Then, from the chest, he produced a set of delicate gold body chains, their links shimmering like liquid starlight in the dim glow of the room.
Holding the pure gold chains between his thick fingers, Boomer savored their cool, metallic weight, each link catching the light with a hypnotic gleam. Elaine lay bare before him, her body a sacred altar, and he moved with deliberate reverence, draping the first strand across her collarbone. The metal kissed her skin like a lover's whisper, sending a visible shiver through her—not from cold, but from the featherlight graze of his knuckles as he fastened the clasp at the nape of her neck. The chain cascaded downward, tracing the lush swell of her breasts before splitting into intricate tendrils that coiled around her ribs, accentuating the delicate curve of her form.
"Lift your arms," he murmured, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger. Elaine complied, her movements slow and tremulous, as though every gesture cost her a piece of her dwindling resolve. His fingers lingered as he secured the lower half of the chains, brushing along the sensitive dip of her waist and the soft hollow of her navel. The gold clung to her like a second skin, each link shimmering with her every breath, every subtle shift of muscle beneath her flawless surface. The chains were not mere adornments but a bold declaration of possession, their intricate patterns weaving a tapestry of desire across her divine form.
When Boomer leaned back to survey his handiwork, the sight stole the air from his lungs. Elaine was a masterpiece, a vision of bold, breathtaking beauty, the gold chains transforming her into a living work of art. Tiny golden bells, each of varying sizes, dangled from the chains, their soft chimes mingling the sacred with the seductive, ringing faintly with every quiver of her body. As a final touch, he fastened a shimmering gold choker adorned with delicate white jade butterflies around her slender neck, the cool metal and stone pressing against her pulse point with an intimacy that felt both reverent and profane.
A flush of shame intertwined with arousal surged through Elaine, her heart pounding as she realized how utterly lascivious she must appear. In the world of Vermithys, chokers were the mark of courtesans and harlots, a symbol of submission and debauchery. The weight of the gold against her throat, the bells that sang with her every movement, made her feel exposed, lewd, and achingly vulnerable.
Yet, a quiet voice in her mind—a flicker of restraint—kept her rage at bay, preventing her from rising in fury to strike down the ugly stinky mortal who dared to adorn her so. Instead, her expression softened, masking the turmoil within. Her gaze drifted to the scattered wooden hairpins on the bedside, and she forced a faint, trembling smile to her lips, her eyes shimmering with a complex blend of surrender and defiance.
Boomer's keen eyes caught the subtle shift in the goddess's expression, a fleeting shadow that sent a shiver through his obese frame. For a moment, a glint of icy, murderous intent flashed in Elaine's delicate, luminous eyes, a silent promise of divine retribution that made his heart lurch. Yet, as quickly as it appeared, a flicker of unease crossed her ethereal face, halting her in place. The killing intent faded, dissolving into the air like mist, and Boomer's lips curled into a lewd, triumphant grin. In his lust-clouded mind, he convinced himself that it was Zephyr, his best buddy, who had persuaded this celestial beauty to indulge his desires. The thought sent a surge of wicked excitement coursing through him, his body trembling with a heady mix of lewd anticipation and smug satisfaction.
"Hmm~~! gNnnn♡" Elaine's subconscious moan broke the silence, a soft, involuntary sound that betrayed her as she snapped back to awareness, the voice in her mind fading. The crude, searing intrusion of Boomer's fat, throbbing penis into her most sacred depths sent a shockwave through her body, her every muscle tensing as though gripped by a spasm. Her slender fingers clawed at the bedsheet beneath her, knuckles whitening as she gripped the fabric in desperation. Her delicate eyebrows knitted together in a wince of pain, her divine composure fracturing under the weight of the overwhelming sensation.
The swollen, angry tip of Boomer's heated shaft pressed domineeringly against the tender threshold of her vagina, its unyielding pressure forcing her silken walls to yield. Their flesh melded together in an intimate, unrelenting embrace, the scorching heat of his engorged member radiating through the delicate skin of her most private place. The sheer size and foreignness of his pulsing shaft overwhelmed her senses, each contour of its rounded, intrusive shape imprinting itself against her sensitive folds with no barrier to dull the intensity. The raw, visceral connection sent shivers of both agony and forbidden pleasure rippling through her core.
Boomer held his breath, his entire being consumed by the moment. With a sudden, forceful thrust, he drove his thick, rigid length deeper, the ugly, glistening head of his penis plunging into the goddess's slightly pink, nectar-slicked vaginal threshold. The tight, velvety depression welcomed him with an almost divine pull, as though her body itself beckoned him deeper despite her protests. The pink, tender muscles within her clenched around him, their exquisite tightness creating an intoxicating suction that seemed to lure him further into her sacred depths, tempting him to lose himself entirely in the act.
"Elaine-chan~~… Elaine-chan~~~…" Boomer's flushed, obese face glistened with sweat, his trembling voice thick with unrestrained lust. His massive frame quaked with excitement, his mind too clouded by desire to pause or reflect. Driven by primal instinct, he thrust forward again, his hips surging as his rough, engorged glans forced Elaine's sensitive, pearl-white labia to part further, granting him access to the honey-sweet cavity within. The collision of his angry, red tip against the tender, nectar-stained flesh of her intimate passage was electric, a union of raw power and delicate vulnerability.
As their bodies intertwined, the external opening of fat dick's urethra released a stream of slick, transparent mucus, mingling with the sweet, sticky nectar flowing from Elaine's innocent core. The fusion created a viscous, glue-like bond, their flesh rubbing together with an almost unbearable intensity, each movement amplified by the slick, adhesive friction. The sensation was overwhelming, a potent mix of pleasure and dominance that left Boomer trembling with ecstasy and Elaine gasping, her divine form caught in the throes of a pleasure she could neither fully resist nor embrace.
"Hmm, ghhh♡!!! Ah♡, Haa♡, mfffmNnn♡♡!!! uUunn♡♡!!!" Elaine's trembling moan spilled forth, a quivering symphony of surrender and resistance as her intimate core clamped tightly around the searing intrusion of Boomer's molten shaft. Her delicate body, sprawled across the rumpled bedsheet, shuddered with the foreign ecstasy that coursed through her, her round, snow-white thighs stretched taut, muscles quivering as her toes curled upward in a spasm of tension. Each pulse of her body betrayed the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to unravel her divine composure, her every nerve alight with the clash of shame and desire.
The goddess's mind was a blank void, consumed by the visceral sensation of Boomer's thick, scorching penis pressing deeper into her silken depths, inch by relentless inch. The tender, velvety muscles of her secret passage contracted involuntarily, as though her body had transformed into a lustful, moist mouth, greedily swallowing the crude, monstrous shaft bit by bit. Her pearl-white labia, slick with her own nectar, stretched to accommodate his girth, each movement sending waves of burning ecstasy crashing against the fragile remnants of her sanity. The heat, the oppressive fullness, was like a molten iron rod branding her from within, igniting a primal lust that drowned out any flicker of resistance. She was powerless against the tide, her divine essence yielding to the raw, mortal hunger that claimed her.
"Elaine-chan~, fairy! Ohhhh~~~, my babe~!" Boomer panted, his voice a guttural growl as his obese frame quaked with unrestrained desire. His hips swayed left and right, the motion causing his engorged penis to twist and grind within the tight, nectar-slicked confines of her intimate threshold. The sticky, viscous juices secreted by their joined flesh created a delicious resistance, and he reveled in the challenge, using the rhythmic shaking to force his way deeper into her honeyed core. A smirk curled his lips as he thought to himself, Once the glans breaches her sacred hole, the rest will slide in like a dream. The anticipation fueled his movements, each thrust a calculated assault on her divine defenses.
"Ohhh~~~, bwawaaw!!! Elaine-chan, you're so tight! Ohhh~~~!" Boomer's ragged breaths filled the air, his flushed, sweating face a mask of ecstasy as their bodies locked together in a primal dance. The slick fusion of his glans and her honeyed passage, bound by their mingled juices, amplified every sensation, drawing moans from both as the pleasure intensified. The tighter goddess's path gripped him, the more intense the friction became, a delicious torment that pushed them both to the edge of reason.
Elaine, overwhelmed by the relentless heat and pressure of his invading flesh, felt her divine cultivation aura flare uncontrollably. The power of her Fourth Layer Dao Lord surged through her meridians, a radiant storm of spiritual energy that amplified the pleasure coursing through her, transforming it into an almost unbearable crescendo. Each pulse of her aura seemed to resonate with the rhythm of their bodies, her ecstasy intertwined with her celestial might, creating a feedback loop of divine and carnal bliss that threatened to consume her entirely.