Chapter 1375: To the Root (r-18)

Phei drew back until his crown stretched her entrance wide from within and his shaft slid out of her shining with her nectar, then he pushed in again, slow and deep; fire bloomed through her first, then frost chased after it, so her pussy clenched around him in a shocked, helpless squeeze.

"Ahh... Phei..."

He made that first withdrawal a whole little ceremony of its own.

He pulled back until eight wet inches shone between her thighs and her inner lips clung to him, turned glossy, and were drawn outward along his shaft; her entrance went pale around his fat crown for a heartbeat before it flushed again as he fed her what she could take and left the rest gleaming outside her, pressed to the seam of her ass.

The Goddess’s stomach jumped while nipples dragged wet across his chest when he folded closer. Phei kissed her through the stretch and looked down at their join the way a man looks at a secret he never intends to share, warm and possessive.

The Goddess Fall Touch ran from his palms into her ass and fire and frost traded places inside the half of him she held. Stretched around him like that, her pale ring flushing back to rose, the Ashford Madam was a shrine he could have happily knelt before for a thousand years.

He pushed in further than that—

—nine inches, then ten, then eleven slid into her clinging depths while he watched the mouth of her pussy swallow, pale, and flush all in the same breath, her inner lips stretched thin and glossy around his advancing shaft, and a wet click sounded each time another ridge of him disappeared.

He stopped short of his root on purpose and left four shining inches outside her, so she could see the size she still owed him, and Goddess Fall Touch poured fiercer through his palms until the burn in her waist became a pulse that made her clamp.

The Goddess’s toes curled off the table’s edge. One hand left his ass and found the wood, slipped, then caught his wrist instead.

Phei drew back.

Her inner lips clung to his withdrawal, turned glossy, and pulled outward along his shaft as seven, then eight, then nine wet inches came into view, veined and dripping with her.

A thin string of her wetness stretched from her entrance to his crown and broke on his stomach. He stopped with only his crown still kissed by her, her hole pale around his girth for a heartbeat before it flushed dark again.

Gods, she was something to see like this, a rose stretched around a scepter and flatly refusing to let it go.

He held the almost-empty pause long enough for her to feel the loss as a physical thing: the little mouth of her pussy winked around his fat crown, her inner petals dragged out and shining, reluctant to let him go.

Phei watched the string snap, then painted her clit again with his wet flare before he lined back up, while fire and frost traded places down the length she could still see. She clamped on his crown.

That was the secret already at work in her body. She did not want the empty—

She was, if anything, offended by it.

Knowing that; Phei drove forward so hard the table shuddered, and she swallowed him.

All of him!

"Ahh—Phei—!"

A loud, broken moan ripped out of her as her pussy opened for the last brutal stretch; his thick crown punched deep, and the full fifteen inches seated inside her until her tight little cunt sealed around his base.

Phei froze for a heartbeat, stunned.

He kissed her for it, slow and grateful, and slid his palm up to her breast while his cock throbbed in intense against her deepest walls. She clung so hard it hurt. Both legs locked around his waist. Both arms locked around his neck. Her nails dug into his back as a sharp, helpless climax clenched through her; her pussy spasmed around his cock that filled her completely, and her nectar spilled around his base.

He felt the shock of the full seat in his own spine and stayed buried while her lean body shook through it; her nipple tightened under his palm, her stomach jumped against his, and her walls locked and fluttered and locked again around every inch.

Phei kissed the corner of her mouth, then the wet at her eye, and murmured against her skin that he had her, possessive and warm, while he looked down between them at the impossible seal of her small pussy around his root.

His whole i5 inch base length was gone and inside her!

Not a sliver of him remained outside her, and the pleasure of it, every inch held at once from crown to base, fire and frost both swallowed whole, rolled up through him like a tide coming in.

He let the fact of it live in the way she trembled and in the warm wet that ran down his balls.

She could take his increased 14 inches but he didn’t expect her to take all the 15 inches now!

She rolled her hips.

He answered with pushing his hips deeper.

"Phei— it’s— too much—"

He kissed her while he fucked her on the table, slow and deep, and each thrust showed her every wet inch of his cock before he buried all of it again. Her breasts shook against his chest, and her nipples dragged over his skin.

One of his hands stayed on her ass while the other found her clit and rubbed as Goddess Fall Touch poured into the swollen peak; the Goddess’s grace finally tore all the way through.

They stayed in the first hold long enough to learn it: her ass on the table’s edge with her legs around his waist, the wood biting the backs of her thighs while he stood between them and used the table’s height to bury himself.

When he drew back, her inner lips clung, turned glossy, and pulled outward along his shaft, then folded back in around his crown as he fed her again. Her wetness strung between them and broke on his stomach. His base met her with a wet, heavy kiss.

Her entrance went pale around his girth, then flushed as it swallowed him to the root.

He kept the geometry and changed only the work inside it: a long withdrawal that left her empty enough to gasp, a deep burial that made her stomach jump, a grind at the root that dragged her clit against him while fire bloomed through the length of him and frost chased it. Her toes curled off the table’s edge.

One hand slipped on the wood, then caught his shoulder instead. Down the hall, laughter still reached them, and she bit off the next sound for that reason, until he kissed the corner of her eye and she forgot the hall completely.

"Mmh... Phei..."

"I’ve got you," he murmured into the kiss, still buried, his eyes on the place where they joined until the filth of it went quiet in him. "I’ve always got you."

"Haah—Phei... Mmh— don’t stop—"

He kept her on the table’s edge with her legs around his waist and didn’t change the geometry one bit, only the work inside it.

A long withdrawal left her dripping around his shining crown, with fourteen wet inches heavy between them and her inner lips dragged out and glossy, and then came a slow burial of every inch that made her stomach jump and her pussy flutter and lock around his root.

A string of her nectar followed his crown out and broke on his stomach. Down the hall the laughter came again, and she bit off her next moan until he kissed the corner of her eye and made her forget the latch all over again.

Phei murmured that he had her while he was buried to the hilt, his thumb on her clit, fire in bloom, frost in pursuit, and his base a dark, heavy kiss she felt against her every time he bottomed out inside her.

He gave her the edge-hold in long, woven strokes after the first shock. He drew back until nine wet inches shone between her thighs and her inner lips rode his shaft outward, glossy and stretched, her entrance pale around his receding crown before it flushed and folded in again as he fed every inch home and his base kissed her with a wet slap that made her teardrop breasts jump.

The Ashford Madam’s eyes stayed on his face even when her mouth fell open.

Phei kissed her open mouth and kept the same geometry, and changed only depth and tempo: a shallow grind that crushed her clit to his pelvis while frost chased fire through the cock sealed inside her, then a full withdrawal that left her dripping around nothing but his crown until she clamped down and pulled him back with her heels.

Her other hand slipped off the wood a second time and fisted in his hair. He felt the secret in her clamp and answered it with the burial instead of a question.

He fucked her in the edge-hold until her legs began to shake for a different reason than the first stretch.