Chapter 23: Drinking His Divine Nectar!!

Chapter 23 - Drinking His Divine Nectar!!"That's a good girl..." Raedon slowly lifted his upper body, rubbing his eyes like a sleepy little sex demon who just woke up from a wet dream—which, to be fair, might not be far from the truth. "You... you're awake!" Alice gasped, her voice cracking like a guilty schoolgirl caught red-handed with a goblin's green dong in her hand—which, incidentally, was still very much happening. But did she move? Nope. Because her hand still pumped his dong. Her face was still centimeters away from his throbbing, leaky shaft like she was trying to inhale it through sheer willpower. She smiled wide, eyes a little too shiny, and cheeks flushed like she'd been caught shoplifting in the candy aisle. She was so happy to see him awake, that she momentarily forgot that he can't make a full sentence... Raedon blinked once, slowly, then his gaze dropped—and oh yeah, he noticed. He tilted his head, cocked an eyebrow, and smirked like a little bastard who just realized he was the main character in the hottest porno plot of the century. And then it happened. "I'm glad—" She didn't even get to finish the sentence. Raedon's small goblin hand reached out and gently tugged her head forward. Not rough. Not forceful. Just confident. Like he'd done this a thousand times in a dream—and now, finally, the moment had come. Alice could have pulled away. She really could've. But her brain had turned into warm mashed potatoes the moment she locked eyes with that throbbing goblin third leg. Her mouth was already open from gasping—and well... gravity did the rest. Boop. Her lips met the head like a kiss from destiny. A thick, hot droplet of that mysterious green musk landed on her tongue like a forbidden fruit smoothie shot from hell. Her pupils dilated. "Ahhh~" Her moan came out uninvited. Raedon, meanwhile, threw his head back like he just got hit by a lightning bolt of pleasure. "By the Great Goblin Mother..." Alice's jaw hung slack, eyes crossed slightly as the taste overloaded her senses. Fruity. Tangy. A hint of magical corruption. Like licking a forbidden lollipop made by horny forest elves. 'Fuck this. Fuck her. I don't care anymore.' He pushed deeper, and to her own surprise, she took him without flinching. Slowly, inch by inch, until her lips brushed the base and her nose was buried in him. Her eyes widened — even she hadn't expected to manage that. "Brace yourself, bitch! Here it comes." She tried to reply, but her mouth was far too busy. Then it happened. A rush—hot, thick, and with more pressure than a busted fire hydrant—hit the back of her throat. Alice's cheeks puffed, her eyes fluttered, and somewhere deep inside, she heard the faint sound of a triumphant trumpet. It just kept coming. She held still like a soldier caught in a magical storm, swallowing automatically because it was that or drown. He shuddered, every muscle in his body pulling taut like a harp string, and she... well, she just stayed where she was. Drinking in every drop like she was born for this moment. At some point, his hand left her head, but she didn't even notice. She was still nestled close, catching her breath and tasting triumph. When it finally stopped, both of them were left panting. She pulled back slowly, her head on his thigh, like a sleepy cat stretching after a nap in the sun. Suddenly, Raedon gave her a sharp smack on the ass. "Mhmm~" Cock still on her mouth, she moaned. Then another. Smack-smack! Her hips twitched with each slap like a naughty reflex she didn't know she had. She didn't even like spanking before—at least, she didn't think so. But now? Now her body was practically singing for it. And just when her brain was floating somewhere between "oh yes" and "what the hell is wrong with me," Raedon's hand slipped forward and cupped her leaking tits like they were goblets of divine nectar. Squish. The moment he squeezed, her milk dripped like her body was giving him a five-star Yelp review in liquid form. Finally, Raedon's cock slid out of her mouth with a wet pop, slick with her spit and twitching like it just ran a marathon. It was still pulsing proudly, like it hadn't realized the party was over. Alice blinked, lips glossy, mind foggy. 'I... I actually did that?' She couldn't believe it. Even now, with her head resting on his lap and his softening monster just a whisper away from her lips—still dripping that addictive nectar—she was trying to convince herself it didn't happen. But the taste was all over her tongue, like the ghost of a sin she secretly wanted more of. "Bitch, you are too goo—" Raedon didn't even get to finish his sentence. His whole body went limp like a puppet with its strings cut. Just like the first day. All the energy whooshed out of him like he'd been drained by a succubus with a PhD in soul-sucking. He collapsed backward with a dramatic thud. "Raedon!?" Alice jerked upright, nearly falling face-first onto his now-dozing dick. Her hands scrambled over him. "Oh no no no, don't you dare pass out on me after that!" But then she heard it. Snore. Loud. Lazy. Blissful. She stared at his dumb, happy sleeping face. Then sighed like a worn-out tavern wench after a triple shift and flopped her head forward—right back into his lap. 'What the hell have I done?' Alice was utterly confused and mortified. 'He's asleep and I'm still here. Why the hell am I still here? I should run. Run, jump out the window, never speak of this again, and blame it all on a potion-induced hallucination.' But she didn't move. Instead, her eyes slowly dropped to it. The dong. Now resting peacefully, like a dragon after burning down a village. It shifted ever so slightly... and booped her on the lips. Alice froze. Booped. On. The. Lips. She clenched her eyes shut, smothered a scream, and groaned into her palms. "This is a mess." . . . What do you prefer? Short smut Chapters Long smut Chapters