Trapped In Elysium: A Virtual Reality Nightmare-Chapter 160: She’s so wet (R-18)

Liam didn’t miss a beat. He saw the flush on her face, the way her thighs pressed together, and he knew she was burning up, just as ready for more as he was. Time to switch it up, he thought, his cock still hard, glistening with her spit.

He reached down, his hands strong but careful, and pulled her to her feet, her legs wobbly from crouching so long. "Come here," he muttered, his voice rough, and guided her back to the king’s sarcophagus, the massive stone slab looming in the corner of the tomb.

He turned her around, his hands on her hips, and pressed her forward until her chest rested on the cool, smooth surface, her big breasts squishing against it, her plump ass sticking out. Perfect, he thought, stepping back for a second to take her in—her tiny waist, her curves, the way her dark hair spilled over the stone like ink.

He adjusted her stance, nudging her thighs apart, setting her up in doggy style, and she shivered, the cold sarcophagus under her skin a sharp contrast to the heat pulsing through her.

The queen’s breath hitched, her hands gripping the edges of the slab as she felt Liam’s hands slide over her ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

What’s he... oh fuck, she thought, her heart pounding as he dropped to his knees behind her, his breath hot against her pussy. Without warning, his tongue flicked out, licking her from behind, slow and deliberate, tasting her wetness.

She moaned loud, the sound ripping through the chamber, raw and unrestrained, as pleasure slammed into her like a wave.

Fuck, that’s... that’s too good, she thought, her hips bucking back toward his mouth, her thighs trembling as he ate her out, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot. Her pussy was dripping, slick and swollen from all they’d done, and Liam loved it.

She’s so sweet, he thought, burying his face deeper, his lips sucking her clit, then lapping at her entrance, drinking in her juices like a man starved.

Her moans grew louder, wilder, bouncing off the stone walls, and she didn’t care—couldn’t, not with Liam’s tongue working her like this, sending jolts of pleasure racing up her spine. "Liam... oh, Liam!" she cried, her voice breaking, her fingers clawing at the sarcophagus as she pushed back against him, desperate for more. It’s been centuries, she thought, her mind hazy, the memory of pleasure long buried now roaring back to life.

His hands gripped her ass, spreading her wider, and he sucked harder, his tongue plunging inside her, then flicking her clit with quick, relentless strokes.

He’s gonna make me lose it, she thought, her body shaking, her big breasts pressed flat against the stone, nipples grazing the cold surface with every twitch. Her pussy gushed under his mouth, wet and hot, and she could feel it building, that tight coil in her belly winding up, ready to snap.

Liam moaned soft against her, the vibration sending another shock through her, and he kept going, licking and sucking, his tongue relentless, his hands kneading her plump ass.

She’s fucking delicious, he thought, loving the way she tasted, the way her juices coated his lips, his chin, dripping down his neck. Her moans were music, loud and raw, and he could tell she was close—her thighs quaking, her hips grinding back, her voice climbing higher. Let her feel it, he thought, doubling down, his tongue circling her clit fast, then sucking it hard, pushing her toward that edge.

The queen’s cries filled the tomb, her body trembling, pleasure overwhelming her as she surrendered to his mouth, to the extreme, electric heat of it, her mind blank except for him, for this, for the centuries of want finally breaking free.

Liam’s tongue worked the queen’s pussy relentlessly, lapping at her slick folds, sucking her clit until her loud moans filled the ancient tomb, bouncing off the stone walls. Her body trembled on the sarcophagus, her big breasts pressed against the cold slab, her plump ass pushed back toward him as she shook with pleasure.

She’s so wet, he thought, his hands gripping her thighs, her juices coating his lips and chin, sweet and musky, driving him wild. Her cries were getting sharper, her hips grinding against his mouth, and he could feel her teetering on the edge, so close to falling apart.

But he wanted to push her further, wanted to feel her in a different way. Time for more, he thought, pulling back slow, his breath heavy as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving her whimpering, her pussy dripping and throbbing from his tongue.

He stood up, his knees creaking a little from the hard stone floor, and grabbed his cock, still hard and glistening with the queen’s saliva from when she’d sucked him earlier.

Look at her, he thought, his eyes raking over her—her tiny waist, her round ass, her dark hair spilling over the sarcophagus like a curtain. She was panting, her hands clutching the edges of the slab, and she glanced back at him, her eyes hazy but hungry, like she knew what was coming and couldn’t wait. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Liam stepped closer, his hand stroking his dick once, twice, feeling the slickness of her spit, the heat of his own need. He pressed himself against her, the tip of his cock brushing her pussy, and she moaned soft, her hips twitching toward him, eager for it.

He didn’t push in—not yet. Instead, he rubbed his cock along her pussy, slow and deliberate, sliding the head through her wet folds, teasing her clit with every pass. Fuck, she’s soaked, he thought, feeling her juices coat him, mixing with her saliva, making everything slick and hot.

The queen moaned louder, her voice raw, "Liam... please..." as she pushed back, trying to get him inside, but he held her hips, keeping control, dragging his cock up and down, rubbing her clit, then her entrance, then back again.

She’s desperate, he thought, a grin tugging at his lips, loving the way her body shook, the way her moans turned into little gasps every time he grazed her most sensitive spot. The pleasure was intense for her, each stroke of his cock sparking heat through her core, and she couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel him, want him, need him to take her completely.