(CONTAINS R-18 SCENES)
For a moment Elara just stared at him, the firelight catching on her lenses. Then she blinked, pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and let out a short laugh through her nose.
"Lily Potter, Emma Granger, and Narcissa Malfoy," she said slowly. "Mothers of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy. How did you get so lucky to fuck all three at once? People would pray every day just to have one of them."
Nova leaned back on his throne, lips curving. "Luck? No. I don't deal in luck." He let the pause stretch, then added, "What I'm hearing is… you sound a little jealous."
Elara raised her eyebrows. "Why would I be jealous? I'm a straight girl. So why would I be jealous of you?"
Nova tilted his head, smiling. "Oh, I'm not talking about me. I mean you're jealous of those MILFs."
Elara laughed under her breath, shaking her head. "Jealous of them? Please. While those ladies are in their thirties or forties, I'm in my twenties. Far younger than them. So I ain't jealous of them."
Nova raised his eyebrows. "You understand what I'm referring to, but you're deliberately acting like a fool. So let me make it clear—you're jealous that I fucked those MILFs, not you."
Elara tilted her head, her smile sly. "Or maybe you just want me to be jealous."
Nova chuckled. "Oh? That's your angle?"
"Of course," she said smoothly. She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the black stone, stopping right between his knees. Her blouse shifted as she leaned in, cleavage faintly visible from top button. "You're deliberately saying all these things because you want to fuck me, don't you?"
Nova smirked, tilting his head back slightly as his eyes moved slowly from her glasses down the line of her fitted jacket, over the curve of her chest, the narrow waist, and the length of her legs.
Elara felt his gaze but didn't shrink away. Instead, she straightened her back, shoulders back, silently daring him to look as much as he wanted.
"Maybe I do," Nova said at last, voice low, smooth. Then he let a pause stretch, his smirk widening. "Or maybe I don't."
Elara's lips curved faintly, but she didn't say anything. She just held his eyes, unblinking, unreadable behind the faint reflection of her lenses.
The silence stretched. The only sound was the crackle of the braziers along the walls and the soft hum of the wards built into the stone.
Nova tilted his head, studying her. Then with a smile, he slowly raised his hand and caught her hand, while both of them held eye contact.
Elara didn't pull back. Her fingers shifted slightly in his grip, testing, but she didn't resist. Instead, she stepped closer, her skirt brushing his knees.
For a heartbeat, neither moved further. His thumb stroked lightly across her knuckles, deliberate, and she let him. The throne room was cavernous, but the air between them felt tight, charged.
Then without breaking eye contact, Elara moved and slowly lowered herself onto his lap. The fitted skirt rode higher up her thighs as she straddled him, the heat of her body settling firmly over his growing hardness.
Nova's smirk widened, but he didn't speak. He let her move, let her take the initiative.
Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders at first, her nails grazing the fabric of his shirt through the jacket. She leaned in, close enough for her breath to ghost across his lips. She waited there for a moment — letting the tension thicken, daring him to close the distance.
When he didn't, she did.
Her lips brushed his once, feather-light, almost teasing. She drew back an inch, studying his face, his smirk, the hunger in his eyes. Then she leaned in again, kissing him properly this time — slow, testing, her mouth warm against his.
Nova's hand slid from hers to her waist, gripping firmly. He didn't rush, didn't devour; he matched her pace, his lips moving against hers with measured control.
The kiss deepened gradually. Her tongue flicked against his, tentative at first, then bolder as his responded. Soon it slid into his mouth, wet and hungry, and Nova groaned into the kiss as his hand slid up the back of her thigh, gripping bare skin.
She rolled her hips against him in slow, grinding circles, heat pressing into his cock through the thin layers of fabric.
When she finally pulled back, her lips were glossy with spit, a thin strand clinging between their mouths. Her breathing was sharp, glasses slightly fogged.
Then she shifted off his lap, sliding down smoothly onto her knees before him.
Nova leaned back against the throne, watching with sharp satisfaction as her skirt bunched around her thighs, her blouse tight across her chest, the neckline open from the kiss.
Seeing her kneel there — perfect posture, hair slightly mussed, eyes glinting through her glasses — made his cock twitch in anticipation.
Elara rested one hand on his thigh and pushed her glasses up with the other. Her lips curved faintly. "I want my first time to be special," she murmured, voice low but steady. "So today… I'll only blow you."
Nova smirked. "Only?"
Her answer was action. With quick, precise fingers, she undid his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the vast throne room. She tugged his jeans and underwear down, freeing his cock.
Nova's cock sprang free, half-erect, six heavy inches smearing precum across her cheek as it slapped wetly against her skin. She gasped, lips curving into a wicked smile. Her tongue darted out, tasting the bead at the tip, humming softly in approval.
She licked him slowly from the base to the crown, leaving wet trails, her saliva dripping down his shaft and onto her blouse. Each stroke made him swell thicker, harder, veins rising until he was a full nine inches, rigid and heavy in her hands.
Nova groaned quietly, his expression taut with pleasure, watching her devour him with her eyes. Elara's own expression was molten, her pupils blown wide, her lips parted and wet as she pressed her tongue against him again.
She wrapped her lips around him and slid down, the heat of her mouth wrapping tight. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth. She stroked the base with one slick hand, twisting, while her tongue swirled against the underside with each bob of her head.
When he gathered her hair into his fist, she glanced up through fogged lenses, her eyes glassy with lust. Then she pushed deeper, throat convulsing around him, gagging softly before pulling back with a messy pop, saliva bridging her swollen lips to his tip. She giggled breathlessly, smearing her spit down his length with her palm before swallowing him again.
Her pace quickened, stroking and sucking together, every movement deliberate. Drool slicked her chin and neck, soaking into her blouse until the white fabric clung to her skin. Mascara streaked faintly under her eyes, but she never faltered — every gagged moan vibrated against him, every glance upward a taunt and a promise.
Nova's hand tightened in her hair, his jaw clenched as he held her steady. She pulled back once more, mouth and chest shining, and whispered hoarsely against his cock, "You taste so good." Then she swallowed him to the root, moaning around his thickness until the sound was lost in wet, obscene suction.
Nova's breathing roughened, his hand tightening in her hair as her rhythm grew reckless. Elara gagged around him, throat convulsing as she forced herself deeper. Each choke made her glasses slip down her nose, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. Spit poured freely from her mouth, streaming down her chin in glistening ropes before spilling onto her chest.
The white blouse clung wetly where it caught the mess, patches going sheer until the outline of her blue bra showed through. Droplets rolled between her breasts, soaking the fabric until it molded to her curves. Her makeup blurred, mascara streaking black down flushed skin, but her eyes stayed locked on his.
She pulled off with a loud, filthy pop, coughing once, spit and precum hanging in strands from her lips to his swollen tip. Then she shoved him back into her mouth, louder this time — choking, moaning, spit bubbling as she pumped him with one hand, saliva splashing onto the floor.
Nova groaned deep in his chest, abs tightening as her throat wrapped around him. His grip in her hair grew firm, guiding her as his cock throbbed violently against her tongue.
"I'm—" he rasped, voice breaking, "—gonna cum."
Elara pulled him from her mouth instantly, spit stretching in long strings between her lips and the swollen head. She opened her mouth wide, tongue out, stroking him fast and hard with her slick hands. Her eyes glistened, wide and burning with lust, waiting for it.
Nova groaned deep in his chest as release tore through him. The first thick spurt hit her tongue, the next splashed across her forehead, streaking down between her glasses. More painted her cheeks and jaw, dripping onto her chin and running in glossy lines down her throat. The last hot ropes spattered across her blouse, soaking into the white fabric and making it cling transparently to her bra beneath.
Elara gasped at the sheer mess, stroking him slower as she gathered the dripping strands with her hand. Cum ran down her cheeks in sticky trails, a heavy bead sliding from her chin onto her shirt. She licked her palm clean, then scooped the rest from her lips and swallowed it, opening her mouth wide to show him the empty slickness inside.
Her breath was hot and ragged, but she smiled up at him, cum still smeared over her skin. "Mm… the taste is strange."
Nova chuckled through his heavy breathing, his smirk faint. "You could've wished for it to taste like anything you wanted."
Elara giggled, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand, her blouse sticking to her curves. "I almost forgot about that. Then… I want it to taste like chocolate."
"Granted," Nova replied, leaning back in his throne, still watching her with satisfaction.
She leaned forward again, licking him clean with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue, sucking gently at the tip until every drop was gone. Then she sat back, hair a mess, face streaked, her shirt soaked and clinging. Yet her eyes burned with lust as she smiled.
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