Chapter 490: Our little prince or princess of the shadows

"Nghnnn~~ slurp~~ ah~~ hubby’s cock... so big, fufufu~"

Ophelia let go of Ethan’s cock for a moment. A thick strand of saliva stretched between its swollen tip and her lower lip, sagging in the air before it finally snapped.

The beautiful Chinese-American woman’s full lips parted slowly, revealing the long, thick, veiny member, smeared with red lipstick from base to tip.

She took a deep breath and lowered her head again, wrapping her lips around the tip and sucking eagerly, her cheeks hollowing with every pull.

Her long, delicate fingers closed around the pale shaft of that enormous white cock.

Even with both hands wrapped around it, a good length still stuck out above her grip, and she could feel every thick vein throbbing against her palms.

Her fingers were already drenched in saliva. It trickled down the shaft, coating it in a warm, slick layer that served as lubricant.

She worked her hands back and forth at a steady rhythm, twisting her wrists slightly, each stroke letting out wet, obscene squelches that filled the room.

She could easily let Ethan come straight down her throat, dumping it all into her esophagus without tasting a single drop... but what fun would that be?

She wanted to swallow all that seed the right way!

Ophelia kept pumping her husband’s cock hard, her hands twisting and squeezing, while the pressure against her tongue only grew heavier.

Then she shifted position, arching her back and tilting her head slightly, chin raised and mouth at just the right angle, ready to take it all.

The movement pushed her hips backward. Her plump buttocks swelled against the sheer pantyhose, the thin fabric pulled tight and glistening over those rounded curves, the soft flesh quivering faintly with every bob of her head.

"I’m coming, love," Ethan warned in a hoarse voice, running his fingers through Ophelia’s silky black hair, the cool strands sliding between his knuckles.

The next instant, a thick, hot jet of cum exploded against the roof of her mouth.

Ophelia’s cheeks puffed out at once, swelling like balloons with that absurd amount of semen.

Her eyes widened for a second and began to water, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she sealed her lips even tighter around the tip and forced herself to swallow.

"Nghnn~~ gulp~~ gulp~~ gulp~~ glup~~"

The inhuman load slid down her throat in heavy, thick gulps, her slender neck bobbing with each swallow.

The spurts came one after another, each one pulsing against her tongue, and she kept swallowing without letting a single drop escape.

Her makeup was a mess, mascara running in dark streaks from the corners of her eyes, but those eyes shone with pure pleasure.

At last, she took the final gulp, and a long, satisfied sigh escaped through her nose.

Even so, she didn’t let Ethan’s cock slip out of her mouth right away.

She kept it there, warm between her lips, her tongue slowly circling the sensitive tip to clean off every last trace.

She swallowed one last time and finally parted her lips.

The cock slipped free with a wet pop and bobbed heavily in the air, still glistening with saliva.

Ophelia licked her lips and gave a satisfied little smile, like a cat that had just lapped up an entire bowl of milk.

"Thanks for the meal, hubby." She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the reddened tip, leaving one more lipstick mark behind.

"Good girl." Ethan smiled, stroking her hair.

Ophelia rose gracefully to her feet.

She tugged her skirt down over her plump, juicy ass, which until then had been on full display, with only her pantyhose stretched up to her hips.

Then she slipped her white top back on.

She buttoned only the bottom two buttons, leaving wide swaths of pale skin exposed. Those perfect, soft breasts—two watermelons big enough to swallow a man’s head—nearly spilled out of the open neckline.

Holding the hem of her top, Ophelia gave her waist a little wiggle to settle her breasts inside the tight fabric.

The two mountains swayed in an obscene, hypnotic way, bumping into each other with a muffled pop of flesh.

The soft mounds squeezed together at the center of the neckline, parted again, and kept trembling until they finally settled inside the top, which looked ready to burst its buttons at any moment.

Ethan enjoyed the view with a smile. He reached out and gave them a squeeze, his fingers sinking deep into that warm, heavy softness, the pale flesh bulging out between them.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t stay with Ophelia for long.

In a week, he’d be going out with BustyViper, and before that, he wanted to take care of a few things around town.

"Have a good day at work, hubby..." Ophelia smoothed out his clothes, her fingers gliding across his broad chest. "Later, I’ll bring you more valuable information..."

"Hm... will it be expensive?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.

"Ten hours of pussy pounding, nonstop." Ophelia said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and Ethan burst out laughing.

"The best I can do is eleven." He gave her ass a firm slap.

The smack echoed through the room. Her plump cheek caved under his palm and flattened for an instant before springing back with a jolt.

Ophelia let out a sly little squeal and bit her lip, glancing back at him with half-lidded eyes.

"And don’t push yourself too hard, okay? Right now, your focus has to be on the growth of our little prince or princess of the shadows." Ethan rested his hand tenderly on her belly.

Ophelia nodded, covering his hand with hers. "I want a palace to train our child."

"I’ll build one. I already have the perfect spot in mind." Ethan smiled.

He wasn’t a cheapskate.

If his wives wanted a palace, fine—they’d have a palace.

In Ophelia’s case, if the child inherited her affinity for the shadows, Ethan planned to build a palace just for the child’s training.

Of course, the child and Ophelia would still spend most of their time with him at the Golden Palace.

That went without saying, since Ethan didn’t want his wives anywhere far from him. But whenever it was time to train, they could head to the Palace of Shadows he intended to build.

Finally, after sharing a few more tender moments with Ophelia, Ethan set off for the Steel Vein Military Complex, which had just been named the Central Command of the Goldenveil Army.

Under Doran’s leadership, tens of thousands of soldiers had already trained there, and soon, many more would follow.