Special ch 28: Night in Salem (2) (Patreon)

Now that she was sure that there was no one spying on them, Medea decided to be even bolder. 

Tugging at his pants, she whispered in a husky voice, “Let me help you a little.” 

From this position, Sol's gaze dove straight down the dress to the bare skin below. A straight view of her small and perky, pink nipples. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He could see her skinny arms and legs, her nipples, and her armpits.

Many times he thought she would break if he held her too tightly, and he found her arousing enough that he could not suppress the desire to embrace her growing inside him.

Her modest chest lacked Milia’s great size or even her fellow witch like Persephone. But Sol was someone who loved all womanly forms.

His heart pounded hard in his chest as he decided to let the bold witch do as she pleased. 

Now that she knew she had his permission, she got to work removing his pants and underwear. It did not take long for him to be standing, with his cock spring forth in all its glory. By now, this was a sight Medea had gotten used to. But it was no less impressive no matter how many times she observed it.

Taking a deep breath and inhaling his strong, musky, male scent, Medea's blush spread even further and deeper, as she started taking off her robes as well. She knew that they were about to get messy and cleaning semen was always complicated unless she used several bouts of cleaning magic.

“It’s twitching so much. Like it’s in pain. Don’t worry. I’ll help you out.” 

Now that she was ready, Medea wrapped both hands around the shaft, causing him to let out a pleasurable groan. “Are you okay? Did that hurt?” She was worried she might have used too much strength there.

“I’m fine. It felt good. Really good.”

“I’m glad then.”

She breathed a sigh of relief and then made cute grunts of effort as she rubbed up and down along his staggering length. 

She didn’t even seem aware of those grunts, which showed just how focused she was on her task.

She kept her hand moving, gliding across his dick in a pleasurable rhythm.

Every time her fingers touched one of the bulging veins, it would throb. When she would occasionally touch the bottom of the head, the entire length of his organ would twitch.

But the way it moved in her hand didn’t stop her from continuing to rub it ever so gently, yet keeping her hold firm. It was like being wrapped in a warm embrace. 

Medea’s hand was firmly holding the shaft and rubbing along its length. Her small hand could not manage a tight enough grip to provide intense stimulation, but its softness and warmth were on another level.

Pre-cum started leaking out in small trickles, filling the room with an even stronger scent of debauchery. Her movement became easier, as a natural lubricant was introduced into the fold. 

Medea stared at his dick and poured all her energy into moving her hands as pleasurably as possible. Her movements were far less clumsy than those in the past. After all the experience they shared, while she was in no way particularly skilled, she still gathered enough knowledge on how to pleasure Sol just right. 

This was why she understood that her hands alone would never be enough to bring him to the peak. 

She brought her lips toward the bulbous tip this time. How earnest she was about it turned him on even more. She kissed the swollen tip and then opened her mouth to slip it between her lips. She stimulated the head as if chewing on it with just her lips.

She took as much of the penis head into her little mouth as would fit, which wasn’t much but more than enough to bring Sol more pleasure. She also moved her hands while moving her head back and forth around the tip. 

Looking up, she could feel his composure slowly break as he closed his eyes with a shuddering sigh. His reaction brought much joy to her heart. She liked the feeling of making him feel good. 

She focused on enjoying the unusually smooth texture of the throbbing tip, and the hint of saltiness on her tongue. In many ways, it felt like she was licking an ice cream.

In fact, she used her tongue to lap up as much of it as she could get from the hole at the tip.

“Oh~” He grunted at that. 

The simulation her slithering tongue brought to the tip made Sol tremble. 

Instinctively, she took off one hand and brought it down toward her intimate place still covered by a pair of white panties.  She rubbed herself through her underwear and focused on the erect little bud that was far too minuscule compared to a man’s penis. 

She knew she had to stop, yet her fingers only picked up speed. She started rocking her hips back and forth, searching for even greater pleasure. She also swallowed his penis as far as her small mouth allowed her.

Pleasure coursed through Sol’s body before gathering along his rock-hard length. 

Sol could easily hold off his release as much as he wished. But he wanted to fully enjoy his time with Medea. He knew the act was about to strain her so he did not hold back. 

Not to mention, he was already aroused to the point of exploding into her, so he was brought to climax very quickly. 

It seemed like Medea could feel his impending release as she put more strength into her hand, moving it faster and faster. 

“I am about to cum.” Sol warned while caressing her head. Medea hesitated a moment, wondering what she should do but soon remembered a discussion she had about how men loved marking their women. It wasn’t for nothing she had taken off her robe beforehand. 

Once she made her decision, Medea took out the tip from her mouth.

Freed from its bonds, the throbbing organ ran wild.

It stood erect like a great cannon and then launched shot after milky shot at Medea. The pleasure was too great for Sol to not moan out loud.

His mind felt foggy and the tips of his hands and feet felt numb. His penis throbbed over and over, shooting out more semen each time.

Like a geyser, the cum intermittently flew high before gravity pulled it back down toward her.

Medea let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes as the white liquid poured down on her hair, face, chest, and arms. There was not a part of her body that was not covered in his semen.

Sol felt fire burn in his chest at the sight. It felt so immoral and decadent, that he had no words to properly describe what he was feeling at the moment. He could only say that his desire for domination was more than properly fed.

It only heightened further when Medea swiped some of the cum on her chest with her finger before bringing it to her mouth and licking it. 

His penis immediately became rock-hard at the sight. Water gathered under his control and he wiped away the cloudy stains covering her body. 

Ideally, he would have preferred to join her in a long and sensual bath. But there was no way he could wait anymore after her actions. He needed to feel himself inside her. . Otherwise, he felt he was going to explode.