My World to Free-use

168: Caught by another GILF

The fire crackled softly in the marbled fireplace, casting a warm, golden glow across the luxurious space.Elara stood up and made her way to me. Even if I wanted to struggle, I couldn’t, and I didn’t want to anyway.

Why, one would ask?

Well, because she wasn’t just making her way to me. She was floating towards me.

The realm of the ninth circle. They say that was the realm that touched the realm of the gods. I didn’t need to be told about it. I had attained that realm many times.

In my current state, which was barely enough to fight an A rank, even dreaming of running away from her wasn’t an option.

The only trump card I had was my shop, but I didn’t have enough coins in the shop to purchase a teleportation item high enough to run away from her. Not to mention, I would have to leave my family behind, which would be a disappointment on its own.

Anyway, fighting was out of the question. Running away wasn’t an option given my finances.

The only thing I could do was use my slick tongue to get out of this because, despite the pressure of her being strong weighing on my mind, she wasn’t putting any pressure on me.

Since flinging me against the couch, she had released me from the mana constraints too. If I wanted to talk my way out of here, it was now or never.

“My L—”

“Silence.”

One word from her shut me up. She didn’t even put any pressure on me. It was just pure fear of someone so strong. It was a fear I had implemented on others many times, and had been subjected to it too, but no matter how many times I was struck by that fear, I never got used to it. That was the essence of the fear of the strong. She was strong. And I was weak. So it made sense I would fear her.

“I do not care about you lying. If you think your life is in danger, forget it.”

But the next words from Elara erased my worries completely. One would ask why I would trust her like that, and the answer was, I didn’t.

I didn’t trust her. I trusted her power. She had no need to lie to me. She didn’t even need to convince me or coerce me. She simply needed to force me. Those words didn’t mean she was trying to calm me down. She didn’t need to. She was just telling me as it was. She was telling me she wasn’t going to kill me.

Now that she was suspended in the air and not sitting like always, I got a good look at her. Her hair flowed behind her, actually floating along with her, mostly black but with elegant silver streaks in it, signifying her age.

She didn’t seem more than her mid to late forties, the perfect age for a GILF in her infancy, but I was willing to bet my left arm she was older than that.

She was way older. And that was the only reason why I was so turned on even in this situation.

Her figure was imposing, but not just in one way. While she was graceful and commanding, she was also voluptuous.

Her heavy J cup breasts were straining against the fine fabric of her noble gown, adorned with jewels and ornaments. Her waist was relatively slim, not like Valeria, where there was appropriate thickness of a GILF.

But her waist still ended at the soft and plush, wide hips full of fertility like her daughter’s, and unfortunately, the next part was hidden by her dress, but I could bet my other arm her ass was round and big, just like her daughter’s.

She stopped directly in front of me, mere inches away from me, and still floating, making me raise my head to look at her.

She then lowered herself onto my lap and straddled me, resting her soft bum on my knees as she was face-to-face with me in the cowgirl position.

Without a word, she lowered the front of her gown, revealing her heavy, mature breasts. They were full, and despite her age, they were not hanging down. They were perky, just like Rayla’s and Zara’s.

The dark, proud nipples on her breasts were large and slightly hard in the warm air. She cupped them with her hands, lifting and squeezing them gently.

“Is this how you do it? I don’t see how this could feel good in any way.”

She asked while squeezing her breasts, probably like how she had seen me. Then she looked at me and said, “Go ahead, use your mouth on them. Just like you did with Valeria and Mira. I want to see the difference.”

I tell you, the thirst for knowledge was never a happy instance for me ever before.

I obeyed her directives and took one of her large nipples into my mouth, wrapping it around the big areola entirely and sucking hard.

“Mmmm…”

It wasn’t a moan, but it sure was something. A sigh or something. It was a sign that she felt something different. Then it was time to show her something better.

“M-my lady. May I dare to suggest something?” I asked, letting go of her nipples for a few seconds.

“What?” She asked, and I could tell she didn’t like me leaving her nipple like that.

“I-if you could grind your hips on my penis, it could provide better stimulation,” I replied.

“On your penis? Like Valeria?” She asked, “But I would have to be naked for that.”

“Th-there is no specific need to be naked. Just l-let me enlarge my penis, and you can rock your hips back and forth on my penis.” I stuttered nervously, keeping up the act that I was very afraid.

“Very well. Enlarge your penis, but hurry up. I felt something on my breast just now.” Elara replied.

“Yes, my lady.” I quickly activated the state of completion, but before I could continue, I asked, “M-my lady, I have come up with a term to address your body parts when performing these acts. Would you like to be familiarized with them?”

“Hmmm… And what would they be?” She asked.

“Th-this…” I said, grabbing her tit, “This would be addressed as a tit, and this…” I said, rubbing her nipple with my forefinger, making her flinch a little, “…is called a nipple.”

“Tit and nipple, I see. Then, Jack, return your mouth to my nipple.” Elara quickly picked up.

“Since your nipples are large, my lady, how about you address them as large or big nipples, or you could also call them obscenely giant nipples.”

The last one was a stretch, but I wanted to see just how far the modern and this primitive era language lay.

“I do not like the word obscene, so I shall call them ‘big nipples.’ Seeing as they are. And would I have called my breasts big too? Giant would be a better term for them since they have been bigger than most people in my life.” Elara asked, almost like a scholar who was making new discoveries.

“Yes, that is a perfect term for your breasts. Your giant breasts and your big, obscene nipples.” I immediately replied in a flustered manner, as if the last part was a slip-up of my tongue.

“Again with the obscene. But very well, when we are alone, you may use such vulgar language. But I require something in return for that too, and I shall let you know about it next time. For now…”

She once again raised her humongous tit and said, “Grab my giant tits and latch your mouth on my obscenely large nipples.”

Damn. Activating the state of completion was the wrong choice. I nearly creamed my pants.

Being an obedient servant, I did as she asked and did actually latch my mouth on her big areola, taking her whole nipple in my mouth, sucking with the intention of pulling it off of her body while my other hand cupped her other breast and squeezed it gently.

“Hmm~ I can already tell the difference. Release my other tit for a moment. I want to try rubbing on my own.” She said, and I did as she asked.

She grabbed her own tit as she said and squeezed it, but there was no emotion behind it, only analysis, and I could tell she wasn’t very happy with the result.

“I see it doesn’t feel the same. I shall entrust this task to you. And while you do this, tell me how to grind my hips on your penis.” Elara said, letting go of her tit that fell back in my hand.

I couldn’t help but gulp, and my dick throbbed when she asked me to teach her to grind her hips on me.

I immediately nodded and let go of her nipple, intending to continue this wonderful lesson.

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