Chapter 116. I Can’t Even Imagine A Breast That Was Really Massive Than The Previous**

Chapter 116: 116. I Can’t Even Imagine A Breast That Was Really Massive Than The Previous**

I moved lower, my cock sliding against her sensitive folds, feeling the slick heat that was already betraying her desire.

The tension was unbearable, a coiled spring ready to snap. Every time I touched her, she let out a new sound—a whimper, a gasp, and a high-pitched keen that drove me closer to madness.

"I want to feel you," she whispered hoarsely, her fingers digging into my biceps, her nails leaving crescent marks in my skin. "I want to feel how massive you are..."

"I want to feel you breaking through this loneliness."

"Please, Leon... fuck, yes... ahhh!"

I pulled her against me in a crushing embrace, my muscular arms wrapping around her soft, generous curves as if trying to fuse our bodies together.

I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest—quick, fluttery, like the wings of a trapped bird.

The vulnerability in her voice, that admission of being untouched for millennia, had ignited something feral in my gut.

I leaned down, pressing my lips against the shell of her ear, my breath hot and unsteady. "First..."

"I need you to understand something, Sylvara," I whispered, my voice dropping to a gravelly, intimate register that made her shiver violently. "I know you’re worried about your age... about being different."

"But fuck, that’s exactly what does it to me."

I felt her breath hitch.

"What do you mean?" she breathed.

"I have a weakness, Sylvara... A kink, if you want to call it that," I confessed, nipping at her earlobe before dragging my tongue down the sensitive column of her neck. "I crave women like you."

"Women who carry wisdom, and women who have seen the world turn... Those other women—Elsbeth, Millie, and Velora—they were beautiful, yeah."

"But they don’t make me feel like this... Being here with you, knowing your history, knowing how precious this moment is... it makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life."

"And of course... I still love the three of my beastwomen that I’ve bred."

I felt her hips involuntarily buck against mine, her wet heat slicking against my cock through the thin barrier of our desire.

"And honestly?" I continued, my teeth grazing her shoulder. "This is my penance..."

"I screamed at you... I blamed you for things you couldn’t control."

"I let my anger get between us, and that’s why... Let me make it up to you."

"Let me spend the rest of this night showing you exactly how much I’ve wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you..."

"I’ve fantasized about this... about taking you, about claiming every inch of this ancient, divine body since day one."

Sylvara let out a sound that was half-sob, half-moan, her fingers tangling desperately in my hair. The confession seemed to strip away the last of her inhibitions.

She wasn’t just a guardian anymore, but she was a woman starved for connection, overwhelmed by the raw honesty of my hunger.

"Then don’t hold back, Leon," she gasped, her head falling back to expose the elegant line of her throat. "I don’t want gentle anymore... I don’t want careful."

"I’ve waited a thousand years to feel something this real."

"Do whatever you want to me... Break my composure, claim my body... just make sure you’re satisfied."

"Use me until you can’t think of anything else but how good I feel around you."

"Fuck yes," I growled.

I grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide, the pale skin of her inner legs gleaming like pearl in the moonlight. The sight of her... it’s so open, so ready; her cunt glistening and swollen with arousal was too much.

I positioned myself at her entrance, the tip of my massive cock probing at her tight, virgin folds.

"Leon... ahhh... oh gods, it’s so big... it’s too much, but don’t stop... please don’t stop!" she wailed as I pressed forward.

"I’m going in, Sylvara... I’m taking you," I warned, my muscles coiled like steel springs.

I drove forward with one smooth, inexorable thrust.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Her scream tore through the silence of the chamber, a high, piercing sound of shock and overwhelming sensation as I breached her.

The tightness was unimaginable... she was so narrow, so unpracticed, her body stretching to accommodate my thickness with desperate intensity.

"Fuck! Nnngh—ah!" I bit back a roar of pain and pleasure as her walls clamped around me like a vice. "You’re so tight... Sylvara... fuck..."

"It hurts—no, it feels—ohhhhhh, gods!"

"Leon! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" She was shaking beneath me, her antlers scraping against the headboard as she bucked involuntarily.

Her eyes rolled back in her head. "You’re filling me... you’re everywhere... mmmmnnngh!"

I stayed still for a moment, letting her body adjust to the invasion, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I felt her internal muscles twitching around me in spasms of shock.

The intimacy was overwhelming; I could feel the pulse of her life force through the contact.

"You okay?" I rasped, sweat dripping from my brow onto her chest.

"Don’t you dare pull out," she commanded through clenched teeth, her voice breaking. "Don’t you dare stop now."

"Please, Leon... move."

"Make me forget everything except this pain and this pleasure. Move!"

I began to move. Slow at first, each thrust drawing a long, keening moan from her throat.

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, punctuated by her increasingly frantic cries.

"Nnngh—ah! Yes! Right there!"

"Leon, harder—ahhh! Faster!"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh gods!" Her hips began to meet mine with increasing violence, her massive ass grinding against the sheets as she chased the friction.

"You like that, you ancient bitch?" I growled, the adrenaline making me lose my filter. "You like feeling a human inside you?"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me like I’m yours!"

"Aaaahhh! More! More!" Her moans escalated into desperate screams as I picked up the pace, each thrust deeper, harder, driving me closer to the edge of madness while she wailed in ecstasy.

I didn’t give her a moment to recover from the initial shock of my penetration. The raw hunger in my gut demanded more—it demanded her entire being.

I broke away from her cunt for a heartbeat, only to surge upward, pinning her wrists above her head while I dove toward those impossible breasts.

’Holy fuck.’

I had been with Elsbeth, Millie, and Velora—I knew what breasts felt like.

But this? This was beyond anything mortal or beastkin could offer.

Sylvara’s breasts were magnificent, heavy mounds of pale, divine flesh that seemed to defy gravity even as they spilled out to the sides.

They were softer than silk, warmer than sun-baked stone, and so impossibly large that my hands couldn’t even fully encircle them.

As I buried my face between them, the scent of lavender and ancient magic overwhelmed my senses.

The pale pink areolae were vast, spreading out like petals, and those nipples... darker now, swollen and pebbled with arousal, were the perfect targets.

"Fuck, Sylvara... you’re incredible," I growled against her skin, my voice muffled by her cleavage. "These are... god, I’ve never touched anything like this."

I began to attack them.

First, I swirled my tongue around one nipple, tasting the salt of her skin and the sweetness of her arousal.

Then, I took the entire peaked tip into my mouth, sucking hard.

"Nnngh—ahhh! Leon!" Sylvara’s back arched violently, her antlers scraping against the headboard as her hips bucked upward. "Ahhh! Oh gods, yes... right there!"

I got rough. I wanted to feel the sting, to feel her reaction.

I began to knead the heavy flesh with one hand while biting down on her nipple with the other, my teeth grazing the sensitive tip.

"Does this hurt?" I rasped, watching her face contort with pleasure. "Tell me if I’m being too rough."

Sylvara let out a breathless, delirious laugh between gasps. "No—ahhh!—don’t stop!"

"It’s... it’s fine, Leon..."

"My magic... mmmmnnngh... it can heal any sting instantly."

"The pain only makes the pleasure sharper, so please, bite harder!"

That was all the permission I needed.

I went feral. I switched from soft licks to aggressive sucking, then to using my teeth to tug at those sensitive peaks while my palms raked over the underside of those massive breasts, lifting them and squeezing them with bruising force.

I wanted to mark her. I wanted her to feel my claim on every inch of her.

"You’re... you’re an expert," she moaned, her voice breaking into high-pitched keens as I worked her nipples. "That bastardous claim you made about being a playboy... it’s true, isn’t it?"

"You know exactly how to—ahhh!—how to make a woman lose her mind!"

"Oh fuck, Leon!"

"I told you," I grunted, my tongue flicking rapidly across one sensitive areola while my teeth nipped at the other. "I know what I’m doing."

"You’re terrible," she whined, though her hips were grinding shamelessly against my thigh. "You’re absolutely terrible at being gentle..."

"But gods, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her face was flushed crimson, her eyes hazy with lust, her lavender hair tangled across the pillows like a halo of chaos.

She looked utterly undone—the dignified sorceress reduced to a panting, needy creature by my touch. Her gaze wandered down, past my chest, to where my cock was still buried deep inside her.

It was twitching violently, throbbing in time with my heartbeat, slick with her juices and straining to push even deeper. The sight of it made her pupils dilate until they swallowed the irises.