Trapped In Elysium: A Virtual Reality Nightmare-Chapter 161: Fucking the queen (R-18)

Liam kept rubbing his cock along the queen’s dripping pussy, teasing her slick folds, the head grazing her clit until her moans turned desperate, her hips pushing back against him on the king’s tomb.

She’s ready, he muttered, his own need burning hot, his dick throbbing with the urge to be inside her. He lined himself up, the tip pressing against her entrance, and pushed forward slow, easing his massive cock into her wet pussy.

The queen gasped loud, her hands clawing at the stone slab, her body tensing as her pussy struggled to take him in. Gods, he’s huge, she thought, pain shooting through her as his girth stretched her wide, sharp and burning for a moment. But pleasure followed fast, mixing with the ache, and she moaned, her voice raw, trembling as he sank deeper, inch by inch.

Fuck, she’s tight, Liam moaned, his jaw clenching as her pussy gripped him, hot and slick, resisting at first but giving way as he pushed.

He went gentle to start, his hips moving slow, letting her adjust, each shallow thrust making her gasp and whimper, her plump ass quivering against him.

The pain was fading for her now, pleasure taking over, and she rocked back a little, urging him on. It’s... it’s so good, she thought, her breath hitching, her pussy soaking him, making every slide a little easier.

Liam picked up the pace, his thrusts getting harder, deeper, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing in the ancient tomb Her moans grew louder, wild and unrestrained, bouncing off the stone walls, and he loved it—loved how she sounded, how she felt, how she was falling apart under him.

The queen’s eyes rolled back, pleasure overwhelming her as Liam fucked her pussy, each stroke hitting deeper, sparking heat that curled through her whole body. Centuries... nothing like this, she thought, her mind blanking out, her hands gripping the tomb so hard her knuckles whitened.

His cock filled her completely, stretching her in ways she’d forgotten she could feel, and every thrust sent her closer to the edge, her thighs trembling, her big breasts scraping the stone.

Liam’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him, and he thought, Never knew a queen’s pussy could be so tight. It was unreal—hot, wet, squeezing him like she was made for him, and he fucked her harder, his own moans slipping out now, low and rough, as he drove into her, lost in the heat of her body and the wild, need between them.

Liam kept fucking the queen hard in doggy style, his massive cock plunging deep into her tight, wet pussy, her plump ass bouncing against his hips with every thrust. The ancient tomb rang with her wild moans.

She’s taking it so good, he thought, his hands gripping her tiny waist, feeling her shudder under him as pleasure tore through her. But he wanted to see her face, wanted to watch her fall apart, so he slowed his thrusts, his breath heavy, and pulled out slow, his cock glistening with her juices.

The queen whimpered, her body trembling, her pussy aching from the sudden emptiness.

More... I need more, she said to liam, her dark hair sticking to her sweaty skin as she glanced back at him, eyes desperate. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Liam leaned down, his lips finding her neck, kissing her soft, warm skin, tasting the salt of her sweat. Gods, she’s perfect, he thought, his kisses trailing up to her jaw, slow and hungry, making her moan soft, her hands reaching back to touch him.

He straightened up, his hands gentle but firm, and turned her around, lifting her like she weighed nothing. "Lie down," he muttered, his voice rough, and she nodded quick, her legs shaky as he helped her onto the sarcophagus. The cold stone hit her back, making her gasp, but she didn’t care—her big breasts heaved, her thighs parted, and she looked up at him, ready for whatever he’d do next. Take me, she thought, her pussy throbbing, still slick and swollen from his cock.

He climbed onto the tomb, kneeling between her legs, and ran his hand down her body, over her full breasts, her tiny waist, until he reached her pussy. So wet, he thought, his fingers rubbing her slow, circling her clit, then sliding through her folds, teasing her until she moaned loud, her hips bucking up toward him.

Her juices coated his fingers, and he loved it—loved how she responded, how her body begged for him. Then he grabbed his cock, still hard and slick, and lined it up, pushing into her tight pussy again, slow at first, feeling her stretch around him. Fuck, still so tight, he thought, groaning low as he sank in, her walls gripping him like a vice.

The queen gasped, her hands clawing at the stone as he filled her, pleasure and pressure mixing in a way that made her head spin. He’s... gods, he’s too much, she thought, her moans spilling out, loud and raw, as he started fucking her again, his waist slapping against her soft, smooth thighs.

The sound was filthy—wet, rhythmic, echoing in the chamber—and it drove her wild, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper. Liam thrust harder, his hands gripping her hips, then sliding up to squeeze her breasts, his thumbs brushing her hard nipples. She’s unreal, he thought, watching her face twist with pleasure, her eyes fluttering, her moans turning into cries as he fucked her relentless, the sarcophagus solid beneath them, holding steady as they lost themselves in each other.

Liam kept fucking the queen on the sarcophagus, his cock driving deep into her tight, dripping pussy, the wet slap of his waist against her smooth thighs filling the ancient tomb.

Her loud moans echoed off the stone walls, raw and desperate, her big breasts bouncing with every thrust as pleasure overwhelmed her.

Fuck, she feels so good, he thought, his hands gripping her hips, feeling her body tremble beneath him. He wanted to be closer, to feel every inch of her, so he leaned in, his chest brushing hers, his lips finding her full breasts again. He sucked one dark nipple into his mouth, hard and hungry, his tongue flicking fast over the sensitive peak, and the queen gasped, her voice breaking into a sharp cry.

"Yes, Liam... yes," she moaned loudly, her head tipping back against the cold stone, pleasure spiking through her like lightning.

Her legs moved on instinct, wrapping tight around his waist, pulling him deeper, her thighs squeezing him as she rocked her hips to meet his thrusts.

"He’s... fuck, he’s perfect," she muttered, her pussy clenching around his cock, so wet it dripped down her ass, slicking the sarcophagus beneath her.

Liam groaned soft against her breast, the vibration making her moan louder, and he kept sucking, his lips pulling at her nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make her shudder. His thrusts didn’t slow—hard and steady, each one pushing her closer to that edge, her body trembling under the double assault of his cock and his mouth.

Never felt this, she thought, her hands clawing at his back, nails scraping through his sweat-soaked shirt as she held on, lost in the heat of him, the way he was taking her apart on this ancient stone.