Trapped In Elysium: A Virtual Reality Nightmare-Chapter 159: Lust 3 (R-18)

The queen’s moans echoed through the ancient tomb as Liam’s mouth worked her big breasts, his lips and tongue teasing her dark nipples, sucking hard enough to make her tremble on the cold stone of the king’s tomb. Her body was alive, buzzing with a need she hadn’t felt in centuries, and she couldn’t get enough of him—his heat, his hunger, the way he made her feel like she wasn’t just some forgotten relic.

He’s... gods, he’s everything, she thought, her hands roaming his back, nails scraping through his shirt as she pulled him closer, her thick thighs squeezing his hips. But she wanted more—wanted to touch him, taste him, make him feel as wild as he was making her. Her hands slid down, fumbling over his chest, his waist, until they found the waistband of his pants, her fingers trembling with urgency.

"Liam," she murmured, her voice low and husky, breaking away from his mouth on her nipple for just a second. He pulled back, his breath heavy, eyes dark as he watched her hands move.

She tugged at his pants, yanking them down with a quick, clumsy jerk, the fabric catching on his thighs before sliding to the floor. His dick sprang free, hard and heavy, and the queen gasped, her eyes widening as she took it in. Gods above, she thought, her mouth going dry. It was bigger than she’d expected—thicker, longer, veins standing out against the skin, the head glistening in the torchlight. He’s... massive, she thought, a mix of awe and hunger flooding her. She’d had lovers before, centuries ago, kings and warriors, but none like this. Her pussy throbbed just looking at it, and she knew she had to have it, had to feel him in every way.

She slid off the sarcophagus, her bare feet hitting the cold stone floor, and crouched down in front of him, her knees pressing into the dusty ground. I want this, she thought, her hands reaching for him, one wrapping around the base of his cock, the other resting on his thigh for balance. It felt heavy in her hand, warm and pulsing, and she couldn’t close her fingers around it completely.

How’s this going to fit in my pussy? she wondered, a flicker of nerves mixing with the heat pooling in her belly. But she pushed it aside, leaning in, her lips brushing the tip, tasting the faint salt of his skin. Liam let out a soft moan, low and rough, and she glanced up, catching the way his jaw tightened, his eyes locked on her. He likes it, she thought, a thrill racing through her as she opened her mouth wider and took him in.

Sucking him was no easy task—his dick was so big it stretched her lips, pressing against the roof of her mouth, and she had to go slow at first, her tongue flattening against the underside as she eased him in.

Gods, he’s huge, she thought, her jaw already aching, but she loved it—the weight of him, the way he filled her mouth, the soft moans he was giving her. Liam’s hands found her hair, fingers threading through the dark strands, not pushing but guiding, gentle as she started to suck harder, her head bobbing slow.

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, another soft moan slipping out as her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath. She’s good, he thought, his hips twitching forward a little, pleasure sparking up his spine with every move she made.

The queen kept going, her lips sliding further down his shaft, taking him deeper, her saliva slicking him up as she worked.

It was messy—spit dribbled down her chin, dripping onto her big breasts, and she could feel it, warm and sticky, but she didn’t care. Let it be messy, she thought, moaning soft around his cock, the vibration making him moan again, a little louder this time.

Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach, squeezing gently, and she sucked harder, her tongue flicking fast, loving the way he tasted, the way his moans grew rougher, filling the tomb. I’m making him feel this, she thought, pride mixing with her lust, her pussy throbbing as she crouched there, her plump ass brushing her heels. She’d almost forgotten how good it felt to drive a man wild, to have this kind of power, and now she was drunk on it, sucking him like she’d never stop.

Liam’s hands tightened in her hair, his breaths coming faster, and he moaned again, soft but steady, each sound sending a jolt through her. She’s fucking incredible, he thought, watching her lips stretch around him, her dark eyes flicking up to meet his, full of hunger. Her big breasts bounced a little as she moved, spit glistening on them, and the sight alone was enough to make his cock twitch in her mouth.

He wasn’t pushing her, wasn’t rushing it—just let her take her time, savoring every second of her warm, wet mouth, her tongue working him over like she’d been born for it. The queen sucked deeper, her moans muffled, her hand stroking faster, and she could feel him getting harder, pulsing against her tongue. I want all of him, she thought, her body screaming for more, ready to give him everything she had.

The ancient tomb echoed with the queen’s muffled moans as she sucked Liam’s cock, her lips stretched wide around his massive girth, her tongue swirling and teasing as she crouched before him on the cold stone floor.

Her big breasts swayed with every bob of her head, spit dripping down her chin, glistening on her skin in the flickering torchlight.

He tastes so good, she thought, her pussy throbbing with every soft moan Liam let slip, his hands tangled in her dark hair, guiding her gently but firmly. She loved it—the way he filled her mouth, the way his hips twitched when she hit just the right spot, the raw power she felt making him unravel.

But her jaw was starting to ache, her knees sore from the hard ground, and after a while, she slowed, her lips lingering on the tip before pulling back with a soft, wet pop. Need a break, she thought, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, her eyes flicking up to meet his, dark and hungry.