A Journey That Changed The World

Archer watched as Catherine chuckled at the blonde words, setting her cup down, causing it to let out a gentle clink. ”You’re spoiling us, Ana. But I won’t complain, I’ve always loved your tea.”

She turned to him, her smile kind but probing. ”Now, tell me, how long do you plan to grace us before you’re off chasing shadows or robbing my sons’ banks?”

His smile softened, the tea’s warmth and the women’s relaxed demeanor easing his usual wariness. ”Not long,” he replied. ”Just enough time to savor this cup, perhaps.”

Anastasia snorted, leaning closer while smirking. ”Oh, please, handsome. You’re staying longer. I brewed a whole pot for us, and the Demi Gods won’t be back for a while.”

Her grin was infectious, and Catherine’s red eyes sparkled with interest. His nod thrilled the blonde. Unapologetic, she settled onto his lap, her hand gliding down his chest before resting on the bulge in his pants, rubbing gently.

Archer groaned low, making the grey-haired woman nearby shift uncomfortably. ”Ana, what are you doing?” she asked, cheeks flushing crimson.

The blonde’s grin widened, infectious and bold, as the tension exploded. Ignoring Catherine’s flushed question, Anastasia slid between his legs. Her hand intensified its slow rubbing over, drawing a deeper groan from him.

”Oh fuck,” he growled, pleasing the older woman.

Catherine shifted again, her discomfort obvious. ”Why are you being such a slut as soon as you see him?” she stammered, her cheeks burning.

Anastasia’s grin was naughty as she tugged his pants down, exposing him, and began kissing his member slowly, her lips tracing up and down. The grey-haired woman nearby squirmed, her discomfort evident.

”Outragous!” Catherine trembled.

The blonde didn’t bother using words, eyes glinting thanks to a raw hunger that was building up as she leaned in close, her hot breath teasing his exposed cock, sending a shiver down his spine.

Without hesitation, she planted a sloppy, wet kiss on the throbbing tip, her plump lips smacking against his sensitive skin. Anastasia didn’t waste time, diving right in, her mouth wrapping around his shaft.

She sucked hard, her tongue swirling messily around him, coating him in spit as she worked him. Archer groaned, his head tipping back as her full, juicy lips engulfed his entire length, sliding down until he felt the tight, wet grip of her throat.

”Mmmmghh~~,” the blonde let out a moan.

Anastasia took him deep, her mouth stretching to accommodate his size, gagging slightly but pushing through. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in as she bobbed her head, the wet sounds of her sucking filling the air.

The mature woman’s big blue eyes flicked up, locking onto his, daring him to lose control as she worked him harder, her throat constricting around him in a way that made his whole body tense thanks to the raw, primal need.

The room spun, and all he could feel was the sloppy heat of her mouth driving him to the edge. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles whitening as the blonde’s relentless mouth worked him over with a wet, sloppy fervor.

Her lips slid up and down his shaft, leaving a glistening trail. She wasn’t holding back; her tongue flicked and swirled, teasing the underside of his cock with a brazen hunger that made his hips buck involuntarily.

Each time Anastasia pulled back, she let out a low, throaty moan. ”Mmmmmghhh~~ Ughhhh~~.”

The vibration sent jolts of pleasure through him, her saliva dripping down to pool at the base. She shifted closer, her knees pressing into the floor as she angled her head, taking him even deeper until her nose brushed against him.

Moments later, wet, gagging sounds grew louder, obscene as she pushed herself to the limit, her eyes watering but still burning with that same cocky glint while moving forward. One hand slid up his thigh, fingers wrapping around him to stroke what her mouth couldn’t reach.

”Fuck,” he hissed as she doubled down, sucking harder.

Anastasia’s other hand wandered lower, teasing his crown jewels, a bold, rough touch, rolling them in her palm as she kept up her rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, a filthy mix of heat and pressure that had his head spinning.

She pulled back for a split second, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip before she dove back in, her tongue lashing against him. The air was heavy, unfiltered lust as she pushed him closer to the brink, her every move daring him to lose it completely.

Her blonde hair swayed with the rhythm of her bobbing head, strands sticking to her sweat-dampened face as she worked him. Archer’s hands tangled in her hair, his control slipping as the pressure built to a breaking point.

”Anastasia, I’m gonna explode,” he growled.

She didn’t let up, her throat clenching around him as she took him deeper still, her lips stretched wide, spit dripping down her chin. The sensation was too much, the tight, wet heat of her mouth, the massage of her fingers, the obscene sounds of her gagging.

He let out a guttural moan, his hips jerked, and he exploded down her throat, his release hitting in hot, pulsing waves. She didn’t flinch, swallowing every drop with a hungry moan. ”Arghhhh~~.”

Anastasia pulled back slowly, her lips glistening thanks to the spit and his seed. She leaned up, her chest heaving, and wiped her swollen lips using the back of her hand, a knowing smirk curling her mouth as she locked eyes, daring him to make the next move.

But Archer wasn’t about to let her take control. Before she could utter a single taunting word, he grabbed her by the hips and spun her around. ”You think I’m done with you, empress? You’re mine, then I’ll claim your daughter Yevdokiya, then niece, Lysandra.”

He bent her over the nearby table, the wood creaking under her weight as her hands splayed out to brace herself. Her breath hitched, a mix of surprise and anticipation, as he yanked her dress up.

The fabric bunching around her waist to expose the curve of her ass, which he found sexy and sent his lust skyrocketing, was barely covered by a thin scrap of lace. Anastasia’s body was pressed hard against the table.

Her hips were pinned under Archer’s rough grip as her dress stayed bunched around her waist, the lace of her panties yanked aside to expose her glistening folds, causing love juices to pour out like a broken tap.

Anastasia’s smirk was long gone, replaced by a flushed, desperate look as he positioned himself behind her, his cock still rock-hard and throbbing from her earlier work. Without warning, he thrust into her, deep and unrelenting, filling her with one brutal stroke.

The older woman’s head snapped back, a raw moan echoing out as it became too much for her, causing the table to creak. ”Mmmmghh!”

He didn’t hold back, his hips slamming against her ass, each thrust driving deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Anastasia’s fingers clawed at the table’s edge, her nails scraping the wood as she moaned louder. ”Ughhhh!”

Her voice was thick due to pleasure, the older woman’s composure shattered, her body rocking with every powerful snap of his hips. The blonde’s pussy clenched tight around him, pulling him in deeper.

”Arghhh!” she screamed, her voice breaking as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp.

He pounded into her harder, the table shuddering under the force, her moans echoed through the room. ”Mmmghh~~ Ughhhh~~ Arghhh~~.”

Anastasia’s legs trembled, barely holding her up as she quaked with every thrust. Sweat dripped down her spine, ass jiggling thanks to each brutal impact, and her moans grew louder. ”Nnnmmhhh~~ Mhhhnnn~~ Arghhhmmm~~.”

Archer drove her closer to the edge, his grunts mixing alongside her filthy cries in a haze of primal lust. The older woman’s breath hitched, her body arching against his thrust. Each one sent electric jolts through her core, her thighs quivering as she clung to the table.

The heat between them was suffocating, their sweat-slicked skin sliding together in a frenzied dance of need. Her moans filled the air, mingling with the low, guttural sounds rumbling from his chest.

He gripped the blonde’s hips tightly, pulling her closer, his pace unyielding as he drove deeper, each movement stoking the fire building inside her. Anastasia’s head fell forward, her lips parted in a silent scream as the pressure coiled tighter, a delicious ache pulsing through her.

Her body trembled on the edge, every nerve alight, her senses drowning in the raw passion that overwhelmed all her senses. ”Arch,” she gasped.

Archer didn’t slow, his eyes locked on hers, urging her to let go. The tension snapped, and she cried out, her body convulsing as a rush of ecstasy flooded through her. ”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She let out a primal scream that shook the walls. He watched as Anastasia’s orgasm soaked his waist, hips bucking wildly as she rode the overwhelming pleasure. She let out a string of erotic moans that echoed throughout the room. ”Mmmmghh~~ Ughhhh~~ Nnmmmhhh~~.”