With a sharp yank, Mia stripped Master's pants and dropped to her knees. A thick bulge strained against his shorts, the outline so vivid she could trace every vein.
She slid the shorts down and his cock sprang free—taller, heavier, and already weeping precum. Even Jett blinked at the sight, never having seen himself this swollen.
"Master is truly well‑endowed," Mia breathed. "I can feel mana pulsing with the blood—your compatibility with the Mansion is greater than foretold." Her admiring stare sent another jolt of pride through him.
Jett still couldn't sense mana, but the way his shaft twitched for a kneeling elf maid was proof enough. Before he could speak, Mia licked the bead of precum and rolled it across her tongue, heat blooming between her own thighs.
She traced the crown from base to tip, eyelids fluttering as she inhaled his scent. The sight of her widened nostrils and tight‑shut eyes was deliciously perverse.
He groaned, "Ohhh… want to swallow me whole?" while threading shaky fingers through her sweaty hair.
Mia opened her eyes. "I crave nothing else, Master. Command me."
"Then suck me—take it as deep as you can."
"Yes, Master."
Saliva dripped past her fangs as she opened wide and wrapped her lips around him. The suction nearly stole Jett's soul; he gathered her hair and guided her deeper, each slow inch testing her virgin throat.
Loyalty drove her, but the task was huge. Mia gagged, pulled back, and fell to her hands, spit shining her chin and breasts. "I… have disappointed you, Master," she whispered.
"You did amazing," he soothed, stroking her hair. "I should have finished in your mouth, but I worried—maybe we should switch—"
"Please, let me drink your seed!" she begged, clutching his thighs. Realizing she had contradicted him, tears welled in her eyes. "M‑Master…"
He cupped her cheek. "Open wide and take it all."
Mia's grin was pure bliss. She bared teeth, tongue, and relaxed throat; Jett slid back in and began a steady thrust, her lips sealing tight to increase the drag.
"I'm coming, Mia!" he groaned as his balls tightened.
Cum burst like a broken dam, pouring into her mouth and down her throat. Cheeks ballooned, yet she kept a perfect seal, swallowing every pulse while his cock shivered on her tongue.
Jett leaned back, hips pressed to her face, lost in the sensation. Harder than jerking off—but so addicting. His shaft never softened; he only wanted to use her mouth again.
He moaned without end.
Between ragged moans, Jett begged for another blowjob, and Mia gladly obliged.
She felt his seed spread warmth deep in her belly, laced with a fiery mana he had somehow forged on his own—a feat unheard‑of in the Warden Mansion's history.
Mia sensed the miracle, yet she craved him even more; his taste was as addictive to her as it was to him.
"Mmm… muah!" She bobbed along his shaft, matching his rhythm to keep every glide smooth and decadent.
Each release felt better than the last, but eventually Jett's legs buckled and he collapsed onto the bed.
I guess I can't keep going like that without repercussions, he mused, watching his cock soften for the first time.
Mia crawled toward him on all fours, breasts swaying like pendulums with each sultry shimmy of her hips.
His shaft twitched; heat and blood surged, restoring it to full strength before she reached his thighs.
Bracing her hands on his legs, she gave his length an impish poke. "I saw how fast you recovered, Master… you're incredible."
"You're too sexy, Mia," he murmured, utterly entranced.
"Shall I use my tits now?" she purred.
Jett pushed himself upright and grinned. "Hell yes."
Gripping her ample breasts, Mia parted them to reveal a slick, glistening cleavage coated in saliva and sweat, carrying a faint musky sweetness. Virgin or not, the sight was sinful enough that Jett slid his cock between the soft mounds at once.
Pillowy flesh enveloped him and Mia began to pump, pressing her tits up and down to drag friction along his shaft. The swollen head popped free with every stroke, smearing precum that mixed with her sheen. Her breathy whimpers blended with the steady slap‑slap‑slap of chest on thigh, a soundtrack of pure lust.
Only I get to see her like this—a regal elf tit‑fucking me with desperate delight. The thought shoved Jett over the edge; he cried out as thick ropes spurted across her breasts, throat, and chin.
"Ah!" Mia gasped, licking a pearly drop and swallowing. "Master's seed tastes even richer… sweeter—like warm honey.""
"Actually sweeter?" he panted.
She nodded, still savoring him. "Yes."
"I wonder how you taste," he murmured.
Her eyes lit up as she stood, revealing her wet panties.
The lace clung, soaked and see‑through. "How should I present myself, Master?"
"Lie back on the bed," he ordered, voice rough.
"Yes…" Mia eased onto the mattress, anticipation gleamed in her crimson eyes.