Chapter 159 – Our dear master (R18)
Elizabeth lay on the bed, legs wide open, drenched in sweat and cum.
An obscene amount of Noah’s seed was leaking out of her swollen pussy, soaking the sheets.
The sight of her—her flushed face, her twitching thighs, her body completely ruined in the most erotic way possible—could drive any man or woman to masturbate until they forgot the line between dream and reality.
It was just that erotic.
She shakily raised her head and looked at Noah, who stood with a smug grin.
"Weren’t you the one worried I’d get tired?"
"Looks like you’re the one who couldn’t keep up, my dear," he smirked.
Elizabeth’s lips twitched. "You’re simply a monster."
But her expression betrayed her—she couldn’t suppress the satisfied, blissed-out smile that only came from being thoroughly, unapologetically fucked.
And Noah deserved that smile.
Because with just his cock, he’d sent Elizabeth to the heavens—again and again—until she had no idea what was up, down, or real.
He laughed hard, then leaned down and kissed her deeply, a filthy, slow French kiss that made her toes curl all over again.
"Thank you, my love," he whispered.
Elizabeth turned her blank white eyes toward him and smiled gently. "Anything for you, my love."
There was no need for more words. They knew.
That thank you wasn’t just for the sex. It was for everything.
For the way she kept her madness at bay. For how she never let her obsessive love disrupt the growing family Noah was building.
She’d done things she never would’ve allowed for anyone else.
And Noah knew how deep that sacrifice ran. He was grateful.
"Well then," she said with a playful push to his chest, "why are you still here? Go. Don’t let them say I kept you."
But Noah only smiled.
"Don’t worry," he said with a wicked grin. "I set up a time spell. Everything’s slowed down outside. So..."
He grabbed her ass and pulled her back to him.
"...I’ve still got time for another round."
Elizabeth’s grin grew wicked with anticipation. "Then fuck me until I pass out again before you go."
And Noah did exactly that.
It was wild. It was obscene. It was beautiful to witness.
...
Noah appeared in a completely white room.
The air was divine. Clean. Sacred.
It reminded him of the White Realm of Elira.
Because this was Elira’s domain—the Soul Elysiari’s room.
The moment he laid eyes on her, he froze.
There she was.
Elira. Naked. Legs spread wide. Her soaked pink pussy on full display.
She was groping her own massive breasts—breasts that made Sophie’s look like teacups in comparison.
And her expression?
Lust. Pure, unfiltered lust.
A teasing smirk danced on her lips.
"Do you like what you see?" she purred.
"Come. Come eat this pussy, my dear."
Her words were filth incarnate—nothing like her usual calm, cryptic self.
It was like someone flipped a switch and unleashed the real Elira.
Raw. Horny. Hungry.
Noah approached, calm and composed, but his cock was already twitching. His clothes vanished as he walked.
Elira’s eyes widened, glued to his cock. Her pussy dripped more with every step he took.
He crouched in front of her, face inches from her glistening folds.
And then—without a single word—he dove in.
He licked her pussy like a starving man devouring his favorite meal.
"Ahhh...!" Elira moaned, throwing her head back.
She grabbed his hair, forcing his face deeper between her legs.
Noah’s tongue moved like magic—lapping, circling, pushing into her hole, flicking her clit. He cleaned her like a machine, savoring every drop.
Elira was trembling, moaning louder with every second, her body possessed.
She had locked away every soul inside her—just to be alone with him.
No distractions. No voices. Just lust.
Today, she wanted tonne fucked in the best way possible.
Noah slid a finger inside her mid-lick—
"AHHHH!"
Elira exploded. A torrent of cum soaked Noah’s face as she screamed in pleasure.
Noah stood, wiping his mouth with a lustful grin.
"You’re a filthy pervert, Elira. I never knew you were like this."
She only smirked. "I am. And I’m yours."
Noah didn’t say anything. He stood above her and—
"Open your mouth."
Elira opened wide instantly.
"Oh? Are you gonna fuck my throat now with that veiny cock?"
She said as her voice trembled with desperate need.
She stuck out her tongue, eyes burning with lust. "Fuck my mouth, husband."
Noah didn’t waste a second.
He thrust deep into her throat in one go.
Her mouth stretched open beautifully around his cock, and he groaned as her wet heat wrapped around him.
GAG—GAG—GAG
She choked, eyes watering, but there was no pain in her expression. Only joy and excitement.
Tears like wisps shimmered down her cheeks as her throat was used over and over.
Her pussy dripped nonstop.
The sheets were soaked. The scent of sex thick in the air.
And then—
Noah groaned, and a wave of cum erupted in her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out, her nose nearly leaked—but she swallowed it all. Every drop.
"...Fuck," Noah panted, chest heaving.
Elira licked her lips.
"Not yet, my dear," she whispered.
"This is only the start."
In an instant, she was on top of him.
She grabbed his cock and slowly pressed the fat head against her entrance, savoring every twitch. It was a maddening experience.
And then—without warning—she sank all the way down, taking Noah’s fat cock in one go.
"Ahhh... this is what I’ve been craving."
Her grin was feral.
She looked down at him, watching his face twist in bliss.
"My pussy’s the best, right?"
She bent low, whispering into his ear.
"Hold on tight, my dear. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk."
And she did just that.
Noah could only think one thing as she rode him mercilessly, hips slamming, pussy squeezing—
’Am I being raped right now?’
It was a funny thought.
And strangely, it made him even harder.
—End of Chapter 169—