Invincible Blood Sorceror

Chapter 106: The mature elf (18+)

Jorghan felt it was something he had been repeating those words, again and again. He felt very odd hearing it.

He turned and walked back toward his companions, his young Nue’roka warriors following in his wake.

Jorghan watched them go, noting the way Lamorg kept looking back, his expression a study in impotent fury.

Once they’d disappeared around a bend in the trench, Ski’ra let out a slow breath.

”That went better than it could have.”

”That was still incredibly stupid,” Sarhita said, but there was something almost like approval in her liquid gold eyes.

”Most elves would have simply killed him. You showed restraint.”

”Restraint that might come back to bite us,” one of the warriors with Sarhita muttered.

”Possibly,” Sarhita agreed.

”But it was the right choice regardless. Come. We have sand beasts to hunt, and the sun isn’t going to stay favorable for long.”

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Jorghan was now moving through the narrow corridors of the settlement.

The air hummed with residual magic from his latest victory—a horde of sand beasts reduced to ash by a single wave of his hand. His quarters called to him like a promise of rest, but as he turned the corner toward the eastern wing, a figure stepped into his path, blocking the torchlit hall with an imposing, seductive presence.

She was the mature elf he saw before. Her skin glowed a deep, fiery red, like embers in a forge, smooth and flawless over a body that screamed temptation.

Katisana towered over him at easily eight feet tall, her curvy form a masterpiece of exaggerated allure—massive breasts straining against a skimpy silk wrap that barely contained their heft, nipples poking through the fabric like hard peaks. Her hips flared out dramatically, leading to an ass so enormous and round it swayed with every subtle shift, the cheeks jiggling softly under a thin loincloth that did nothing to hide the deep cleft between them.

He could see the pubic hair, white and protruding towards her navel.

Long, silver hair cascaded down her back, framing pointed ears adorned with golden rings. Her golden eyes locked onto his, filled with a mature hunger that made his cock twitch instantly.

Jorghan furrowed as he watched her move towards him, and he was sure that she definitely hadn’t come to talk to him this time.

And judging by the reaction he was having between his legs, he won’t be able to resist her, he thought.

”Jorghan,” she purred, her voice a sultry rumble that echoed off the stone walls.

She was centuries old, a seasoned elf warrior elder who’d watched empires rise and fall, but now she craved something primal. She really desired Jorghan, as she knew who he was. It was like a custom for the strong female elves to seek the strong mates. It had been a tradition and nothing that was frowned upon. That was the reason she was so direct with her desire.

”The great sorcerer returns. I’ve been waiting for you, young man.”

He stopped short, his eyes narrowing as he took her in.

The scent of her—musk and wildflowers—hit him like a spell, stirring his blood.

”Katisana,” he said.

She’d always watched him, her gaze lingering on his broad shoulders, his confident stride.

”What do you want? I’m tired.” He tried to look disinterested, but her body’s movements weren’t helping.

She stepped closer, her massive height forcing him to crane his neck, but it only made her curves more intoxicating up close. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nearly brushing his chest. ”Tired? After slaying those beasts? No, my lord. You’re alive with power.

And I... I want to be yours. Your lover. Your mate. I’ve seen your strength, felt it in the air. Let me worship it.”

Jorghan’s lips curled into a smirk. It seems like he could no longer avoid her. And he wasn’t going to let something fall into his lap.

He had just started a few days ago. All this time, he was waiting for his time to go around and screw around with the different types and different races.

Her red skin gleamed under the torchlight, and as she turned slightly to gesture down the hall, his eyes dropped to her ass.

Fuck!

It was massive, two perfect globes of firm, jiggling flesh, the loincloth riding up to reveal the bottom curves. His kink ignited like wildfire. He’d always had a thing for asses—big, plush ones that begged to be grabbed, spanked, and pounded until they reddened. His cock, already semi-hard from the adrenaline of battle, swelled to its monstrous size. A massive shaft, thick as a forearm and longer, strained against his robes, the outline visible as a massive bulge.

Katisana noticed, her golden eyes flicking down with a wicked grin.

”Oh, I see. Already eager? Come with me, young man. My quarters are private. No interruptions. Let me show you what a true desert red elf can offer.”

He didn’t resist.

His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist—thick and strong despite her feminine grace—and he yanked her toward him. Though he was shorter than her, he was far stronger than she.

”Lead the way, my lady. But this better be worth my time.”

She laughed, a deep, throaty sound, and pulled him along with ease, her long legs eating up the distance.

”I knew you wouldn’t ignore a woman in need.”

They reached her quarters in minutes—a lavish chamber in the settlement’s heart, draped in silks and furs, with a massive bed piled with pillows and enchanted candles flickering with blue flames. The door slammed shut behind them with a wave of her hand, sealing with a magical lock.

She set up a barrier around her house so as not to let their sounds get out.

The moment they were alone, Jorghan’s restraint snapped.

He shoved her against the wall, his hands roaming her body greedily.

”That ass,” he growled, spinning her around so her front pressed to the stone. ”I’ve been staring at it in the meeting. Dreaming of wrecking it.”

Katisana moaned, arching her back to push her massive rear against his crotch. The feel of his enormous cock grinding between her thighs made her shiver.

”Take it, Jorghan. I’m yours. Pound me until I break.”

”I will become what you want. Take me.”

He ripped her loincloth away with a snarl, exposing her bare ass—red skin taut over endless curves, the hole between them pink and winking invitingly.

His robes fell open, and his stallion dick sprang free, veined and throbbing, the head already leaking precum like a faucet.

It was obscene, easily longer than anything she had seen until now and thick enough to stretch any hole to its limit. He slapped it against her ass cheeks, the meaty thwack echoing, leaving wet streaks on her skin.

”Fuck, look at this thing,” he muttered, gripping her hips—his hands barely spanning half her width.

He spread her cheeks wide, admiring the tight pucker.

Without warning, he spat on it, rubbing the saliva in with his thumb.

Katisana gasped, pushing back.

”Yes... rough. I can take it. Elves are built for this.”

Jorghan didn’t wait.

He lined up his massive head and thrust forward, forcing the first few inches into her asshole. She was tight—impossibly so—but slick with her own arousal dripping down. He groaned as her ring stretched around him, the heat enveloping his shaft like a vice. Katisana clenched her jaw, determined to take him all. Jorghan’s pace quickened, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

”Shit! You’re gripping me like a fist.”

She cried out, a mix of pain and ecstasy, her huge tits squished against the wall.

”Deeper! Fuck my ass, human!”

He obliged, slamming in harder.

Inch by inch, he buried himself, his balls—heavy and pendulous—slapping against her thighs as he bottomed out. Her ass swallowed him whole, the curves rippling with each brutal thrust.

He pulled back almost to the tip, then rammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm. She moaned in pleasure, her body trembling with the force of his movements. Jorghan’s primal instincts took over, driving him to dominate her completely.

The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of flesh on flesh—plap, plap, plap—as he pounded her asshole raw.

Katisana’s hands clawed at the wall, her body jolting forward with every impact.

”Gods, you’re huge! Splitting me open... yes, harder!”

Jorghan’s kink drove him wild.

He reached around, grabbing handfuls of her ass meat, squeezing until red marks bloomed on her skin. He spanked one cheek hard—crack!—watching it jiggle like jelly.

”This ass is mine now. Gonna ruin it.”

He fucked her like that for what felt like hours, though it was minutes—rough, relentless strokes that made her legs buckle.

Her pussy, untouched below, dripped rivers of juice down her thighs, the scent musky and intoxicating.

Finally, with a roar, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her ass juices, and spun her around.

”On your knees, woman. Suck this impaler clean.”