Chapter 64: Volume 1- [ - 65 ] (LVL 2 SHOP)
Elwen nodded. Opened her mouth. The head of my cock slid past her lips — the green eyes widening as the girth stretched her jaw, the taste filling her mouth, the heat of it against her tongue.
She sucked. Tentatively at first — a soft, experimental pull, the cheeks hollowing slightly. Then harder, the suction increasing, her tongue moving against the underside of the head.
“Mmmh—” she murmured around the cock, and the sound was not moaning — it was the sound of a woman concentrating, the verbalization of focus.
‘Interesting. The texture inside the mouth is different from what I expected. The skin is smoother, warmer. The glans has a spongy quality — it yields to pressure. The vein on the underside is pulsing — I can feel his heartbeat through it. The pre-seminal fluid is continuing to secrete — it is collecting on my tongue. The taste is becoming less pungent. Perhaps he was right — the mouth is adapting.’
I put my hand on her head. Not forcing — not yet. Just resting there, my fingers in her green hair, the contact gentle, guiding.
“Deeper,” I said. “Take more of it. The fluid comes from deeper inside.”
She obeyed. Her mouth moved forward — the head sliding past her tongue, into the entrance of her throat, the shaft filling her mouth inch by inch. Three inches. Four. Her jaw ached — the girth was too much, the stretch too wide, and she gagged, a wet, reflexive sound that made her eyes water.
“Gllck—”
“Keep going,” I said, and my hand tightened in her hair. “You are doing well. Just a little more.”
Five inches. Six. The head pushed into her throat — the narrow passage that had never been breached, the muscles convulsing around the invasion. Her throat bulged — the outline of my cock visible through the skin of her neck, the shape of the head pressing outward.
“Gllck — gllck — mmmph—”
Her eyes rolled. Not with pleasure — with the overwhelming sensory input of a throat being fucked for the first time, the gag reflex firing, the airway blocked, the body’s panic response warring with the mind’s analytical calm.
‘Airway — obstructed — I cannot — the diameter — it is — my throat — it is stretching — I can feel it — in my — the—’
I held her ears. Both hands, my fingers finding the pointed tips, gripping them like handles. And I fucked her mouth.
The rhythm was slow but deep — my hips rocking forward, my cock pushing into her throat, pulling back, pushing again. Her hands found my thighs — not pushing away, not yet, but gripping, her fingers digging into the muscle, her nails leaving white crescents in the skin.
“Gllck — gllck — gllck — nnngh—”
I pushed deeper. Seven inches. Eight. The head was in her throat now — past the gag reflex, past the point where the body could resist, into the deep, tight, hot space that had never been touched. Her throat was convulsing around me — rhythmic, involuntary, the muscles milking the shaft with a pressure that was exquisite.
Her eyes were rolled back. The green irises were gone, replaced by white, the pupils dilated to maximum. Her wand had fallen from her hand, clattering on the stone floor. Her body was trembling — small, continuous tremors, the nervous system overloaded, the mind drowning in sensation it could not categorize.
I pulled back. Gave her one breath — a single, gasping inhalation — and then pushed back in. All the way. My cock buried to the root, my balls pressed against her chin, her nose against my pelvis.
And I came.
The orgasm was different from the others — not the explosive, multi-strand ejaculation of the sisters’ sessions, but a deep, thick, sustained release that poured into her throat like warm honey. The cum — thick, white, copious — flooded her esophagus, filled her mouth, overflowed.
It came out of her nose. Two streams of white, running from her nostrils, down her upper lip, mixing with the saliva and cum that was already dripping from the corners of her mouth. She coughed — a wet, violent, gagging sound — and my cock slipped out, the final spurts landing on her face, her robes, her green hair.
“Gllck — COUGH — COUGH — what have you — COUGH—”
She fell backward, her hands on the floor, her face a ruin of cum and saliva and tears. Her eyes found me — green, wide, furious.
“Why does it taste so bad?” she demanded, and her voice was raw, hoarse, the voice of a throat that had just been used for the first time. She coughed again, spitting cum onto the stone floor, her body retching.
She grabbed her wand. The wood glowed — bright, dangerous, the green light pulsing with the rhythm of her anger.
“What the hell — are you going to attack me?” I said, and my voice was calm, unbothered, the voice of a man who had expected this reaction and had prepared for it. “Was it not you who said you wanted to check if it was poisonous? Did I force you?”
She stared at me. The wand trembled. The glow flickered.
‘He is right. I asked to see it. I asked to check. He suggested the oral method, and I agreed. I made the choice. I — he did not force me. He guided me, but I consented at each step. If I attack him — if I harm him — it would be unjust. It would violate—’
The wand lowered. The glow faded.
“Fine,” she said, and the word came out through clenched teeth. “It was my mistake.”
She stood. Wiped her face with her sleeve. Picked up her wand. Turned and walked away — stiff-backed, rigid, her internal voice a roiling mass of fury and confusion and something else, something that was not anger and was not disgust and was not the clinical detachment she had worn like armor.
‘His cock — in my throat — I could not breathe — the sensation — the fullness — the — when he came — the heat — the taste — it was — I did not — I did not hate it. I did not hate it. Why did I not hate it? What is wrong with me? What—’
She disappeared into the darkness. Her footsteps faded. The anteroom was quiet.
I stood there. Leaning against the wall. My cock, still dripping, hanging between my thighs. The smirk that crossed my face was slow, warm, the smirk of a man who had just opened a door.
‘System.’
The window appeared. Not the blue notification chime — the gold. The deep, resonant bell. The sound that accompanied things of genuine significance.
[ Achievement Unlocked: Oral extraction performed on Heroine-Tier Candidate (Elwen, Forestborn Healer) — Noble/Protagonist rank. ]
[ Level 2 Shop now available. ]
[ Requirement met: Sexual interaction with a Heroine-Tier candidate of sufficient narrative weight. Elwen — a member of the hero party’s support division — qualifies. The Level 2 Shop has been unlocked. ]
I exhaled. The breath came out shaky — not from exhaustion, not from the orgasm, but from the pure, crystalline satisfaction of a plan working exactly as designed.
‘Open it,’ I thought. ‘Open the fucking shop.’
I stood there. In the dungeon. In the dark. My cock leaking. The system responding.
[ System Shop — Level 2 ]
[ Current Point Balance: 1,475 pts ]
[ Skill Tree — Level 2 ]
— Iron Body (Passive) — 1,000 pts
Grants enhanced physical durability. Blunt force, cuts, and impacts deal 60% reduced damage. Muscles and bones harden to steel density. Duration: Permanent.
— Infinite Torrent (Passive) — 2,500 pts
Eliminates refractory period. Stamina regeneration accelerated by 400%. Sexual exhaustion nullified. Erection maintained indefinitely at will.