A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1693: Greedy Mouth

Archer continued kissing Tiamatʼs neck while groping her boobs, making the white-haired goddess shiver in delight as she let out a sultry moan. ʼʼMmmghh~~ʼʼ

The sounds she was making pushed him further as he kissed her plump lips, and he began stripping the older beauty. She didnʼt stop him while speaking. ʼʼAre you sure you want to walk this path, Arch?ʼʼ

ʼʼYes,ʼʼ he replied instantly. ʼʼI donʼt want to wait any longer.ʼʼ

Tiamat trumbled but nodded. ʼʼThen I want to be yours like the others,ʼʼ she revealed.

Archer looked into the goddessʼs eyes and spoke. ʼʼYouʼve always been mine, and now we can make it official before you go back.ʼʼ

ʼʼOkay, Iʼve been looking forward to this day for a while,ʼʼ Tiamat commented. a naughty grin spread across her face. ʼʼAnd I hope you donʼt mind me taking control, I know you like it thanks to the others who happy told me.ʼʼ

He opened his mouth to say something, but she wasnʼt having it. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed his face straight into her perfect tits, smothering him between those soft, warm mounds. Greedily, he latched onto her hard nipple, sucking like a starving man, tongue swirling and teeth grazing.

While this happened, his free hand dove straight under the lace of her soaked pink panties. Two thick fingers found her swollen clit instantly, rubbing tight, filthy circles over it, fast and relentless. Her whole body jolted, hips bucking against his hand as a rush of raw pleasure ripped through her.

ʼʼArch, arghhh~~,ʼʼ she moaned, loud and shameless, her pussy already dripping all over his fingers while she ground harder against his palm like she was trying to fuck his hand right there.

She yanked his hair harder, forcing his mouth to her other nipple, grinding her slick heat against his fingers as she owned him. ʼʼDonʼt you stop,ʼʼ she growled, voice low and filthy, thighs trembling as he curled those fingers lower and shoved two deep inside her dripping pussy without warning.

He groaned into her boob, the vibration making her gasp, then pumped his fingers hard and fast, knuckles slamming against her, thumb still brutal on her clit. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he finger-fucked the Dragoness, stretching her, owning her as she let out another pleasure-filled moan. ʼʼMmmmmmhhh~~.ʼʼ

ʼʼThatʼs it… harder,ʼʼ she hissed, riding his hand shamelessly now, hips rolling in desperate, filthy circles.

Her back arched, boobs bouncing with every thrust of his fingers, nipples shiny from his mouth. She was close, her walls clenching around him like a vise, soaking his wrist. She suddenly ripped his head back by the hair, forcing him to look up at her flushed, wicked face that he loved.

ʼʼYou want this pussy?” she taunted. ʼʼThen make me come all over your hand right now.ʼʼ

Archer snarled and added a third finger, stretching her wide, pounding into her G-spot without mercy while his thumb mashed her clit. Her whole body seized. ʼʼYes, my love! Right there, donʼt stop, bless all the heavens! AHHHHHHHHH!ʼʼ

She came hard, a scream tearing from her throat, pussy spasming and gushing around his fingers, thighs shaking as she soaked his hand, the couch, everything. She kept riding him through it, milking every last pulse of pleasure until she finally slumped forward, panting, lips brushing his ear.

ʼʼNow get on your knees,ʼʼ she whispered, voice full of domination that turned him on even more. ʼʼYouʼre gonna lick up every drop you just made me spill, and then Iʼm sitting on your face until you canʼt breathe.ʼʼ

Archerʼs cock throbbed so hard it hurt at her words, but the sight of Tiamat controlling him, commanding him, excited him even more. He loved this, loved her like this: the untouchable goddess turned into a filthy queen who used his mouth like a toy. The second she said knees he dropped, hands already sliding up her thighs.

Tiamat stood over him, chest still heaving from her orgasm, skin glowing with sweat. She gathered the long, snow-white fall of her hair in both hands, twisting it into a messy knot on top of her head. The motion lifted her perfect boobs higher, nipples still wet and red from his teeth.

Then she looked down at him, those violet-dragon eyes blazing, and gave him the wickedest, most predatory grin heʼd ever seen. ʼʼOpen that greedy mouth, handsome,ʼʼ she purred.

He didnʼt even answer; he just tilted his head back, tongue already out, eyes locked on the glistening pink of her pussy, still swollen and dripping with her sweet nectar. She stepped forward, thighs framing his face, and lowered herself slowly until her soaked folds brushed his lips.

The heat of her, the scent, fuck, it short-circuited his brain. His hands shot to her ass, gripping hard, pulling her down the last inch so she was fully seated on his face. Tiamat exhaled a low, filthy moan as his tongue plunged inside her without hesitation, lapping up her come like it was the only thing keeping him alive. ʼʼMmmmmghhh~~.ʼʼ

Archer licked deep, then dragged his tongue up to her clit, sucking it between his lips, flicking it fast and ruthlessly while she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles. ʼʼOh yes… lick that pussy like you were born for it,ʼʼ she hissed, grinding harder, smearing her slick all over his mouth, his nose, his chin.

One hand dropped to fist his hair again, holding him exactly where she wanted him, and they both loved it so neither stopped what was happening, while the other braced against the back of the couch so she could ride his face properly. Archer groaned into her, the vibration making her thighs clamp her thighs tighter around his head.

He couldnʼt breathe, didnʼt want to; he just kept devouring her, tongue fucking her hole, then flattening to lick every drop that leaked out of her. His cock leaked precome onto the floor in a steady stream, untouched, aching, but he didnʼt care; this was about her pleasure, her control, and he was drunk on it.

Tiamat looked down, white hair still knotted high, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and feral. ”You love being my throne, donʼt you?ʼʼ she taunted, voice ragged. ʼʼNow I know the feeling of your touch, Iʼll use your tongue to get off again and again.ʼʼ

Archer answered by sucking her clit hard and sliding two fingers back inside her, curling them right against that spot that made her whole body jerk. She cried out, hips snapping forward, riding his face faster, chasing the next orgasm already. ”Thatʼs it,ʼʼ she snarled, breathless. ʼʼDonʼt you dare stop until Iʼm coming all over your gorgeous face a second time.ʼʼ

Moments later, she came with a broken, her whole body seizing as the third climax tore through her. She gushed, soaking his face, the couch, everything. The sensation dragged him over the edge; he slammed up one last time and spilled deep inside, groaning her name like a prayer as he flooded her.

For a few seconds they stayed locked together, trembling, fused, her nails dug into his shoulders and his fingers bruising her hips. Then the tension snapped. Tiamatʼs arms gave out and she fell sideways. She landed on her back, chest heaving, thighs still shaking from aftershocks.

Archer followed without thinking, rising over her like a storm rolling in. The shift was instant: the goddess whoʼd just used his face like a throne now lay beneath him, flushed and open and breathtakingly beautiful, violet eyes glowing with satisfaction and fresh hunger. Tiamatʼs lips curved into a lazy, challenging smile.

ʼʼWell,ʼʼ she purred, voice hoarse. ʼʼLook who decided to take the reins.ʼʼ

Archer braced one hand beside her head, the other sliding down to hook behind her knee and spread her wider. His cock, still hard and slick with both of them, nudged against her swollen entrance. One slow push and he sank back in to the hilt. Her back arched off the mattress with a sharp, needy cry. ʼʼMmmghh~~, Arch.ʼʼ

He swallowed the rest with a kiss, deep and filthy, tasting her moans as he started to move. Slow at first, dragging out every inch, letting her feel exactly how perfectly they fit. Then faster. Harder. The bedframe slammed against the wall in a steady, punishing rhythm. Tiamatʼs legs wrapped high around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.

Her nails raked down his spine, leaving fire in their wake. Every thrust punched another broken sound from her throat, half moan, half growl, completely undone. ʼʼLook at me,ʼʼ he growled against her lips.

His voice sent a shiver down the older womanʼs spine, putting a lewd smile on her face as her violet eyes snapped toward him.

[Sorry, I havenʼt uploaded in some time. Iʼve been going through some shit in my personal life and had to get a job, as writing isnʼt paying my rent anymore. I will still write chapters, but itʼs hard to write when things are bad, though things are looking somewhat better. Thanks for understanding and sticking with me.]