NTR: Choice Based System

"owwwwwahahhaaaaaa"

Hell's movements were deliberate and restrained, his pace gentle as he allowed only the tip of his dragon head and a little more to enter her mouth. He wasn't rushing or forcing himself upon her, but rather exploring the sensation with a quiet, measured intensity.

Eva Angel's eyes snapped open in surprise, not because this was her first time taking someone's dragon in her mouth - she had done so before - but because of the enormity of Hell's dragon head.

Its head was the biggest she had ever encountered, and even with just the tip inside, she could feel its massive size and rigidity, leaving her to ponder how she would manage to take in the rest.

But when she imagined taking his thing in her lower lips, a singular sensation awakened deep within her, and she felt herself grow wet with anticipation. The mere thought of enveloping Hell's colossal dragon within her was enough to trigger a primal response, and she felt her honey flow freely, betraying her body's eagerness to surrender to the promise of pleasure.

As her mind became increasingly consumed by thoughts of lust and pleasure, Eva Angel's ability to discern friend from foe grew hazy.

Yet, she found solace in Hell's earlier words, recalling his promise to Ye Yang that he would not harm any family member. This recollection sufficed to convince her that, at the very least, he was not an enemy, and she clung to this assurance as her senses continued to cloud with desire.

Hell's voice was low and husky, Hell whispered, "Use your hands, or I'll have to go deeper, which wouldn't be gentle on your delicate mouth." His words were a gentle yet firm encouragement, prompting her to intensify their connection.

She placed both hands on the lower section of Hell's dragon, her palms cradling its girth as the upper part continued to fill her mouth, the sensation of its presence sending shivers through her.

Ye Yang's eyes grew wide with astonishment as he watched, his hand instinctively reaching for his own dragon as he started to stroke it. His gaze remained riveted on First Elder Eva Angel's exposed body, especially her ample bosom, his attention captured by the sensuality of the moment.

Ye Yang's thoughts were in disarray, for he had never mustered the courage to fantasize about such a forbidden scenario.

To see First Elder Eva Angel naked was a prospect he had never entertained, yet here he was, beholding her exposed and naked as Hell, the mysterious and untamed Hound, fuc*ing her in her mouth. The sheer audacity of the scene unfolding before him left Ye Yang speechless and aghast.

First elder felt pain in her jaw after taking big fist size dragon head inside her mouth so, she decided to take it out, while Hell wanted her to be herself and take the charge.

First Elder Eva Angel's jaw throbbed in pain as she struggled to accommodate the enormous dragon head, comparable to a clenched fist, within her mouth. Seeking relief, she began to withdraw.

Hell permitted her to proceed at her own pace, encouraging her to embrace her autonomy and take control of the pleasure. He desired for her to be herself, unbridled and unreserved, allowing her instincts to guide the encounter.

Eva Angel removed the dragon from her mouth, and her eyes locked onto the massive, serpentine form of Hell's dragon. Her first thought was a stunned realization: "This thing was within my mouth!" Far from feeling disgusted, she was fascinated by the immense size and otherworldly aspect of the Hell's Di*k.

Eva Angel's curiosity got the better of her, and she tentatively licked the dragon's surface, savouring the subtle tang of Hell's pre-curd.

Emboldened, she began to explore the dragon's contours with her tongue, tracing intricate patterns and caressing every skin with gentle, inquiring strokes.

Hell's eyes gleamed with delight as Eva Angel embraced her desires, unleashing her true self. She was transformed, becoming the woman who revelled in the thrill of nightly encounters, and the one who couldn't resist the allure of the Man's dragon, craving its presence more with each passing day.

Hell's gaze burned with intensity as he perceived Eva Angel's surrender. He slid his dragon from her hold, his voice dripping with sensual authority as he instructed, "On your hands and knees."

As Eva Angel beheld Hell's towering figure, her attention was drawn to his impressive dragon, and she sensed his unbridled longing for her.

This realization alone was enough to awaken her own passion, and she felt her body surrender to the excitement, her honey flowing copiously as she succumbed to her desires.

Eva Angel had experienced intimacy with men before, though initially, it was against her will. However, she had since found herself desiring it. But this encounter with Hell would be her first time with a being who was neither human nor in human form, a prospect that filled her with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Before her stood an enormous, wild beast, its massive, imposing presence accentuated by the enormous phallus between its legs. This was Hound, a creature so fantastical, being of mythical times, she had never laid eyes on its kind, though she recalled its youthful form resembling a dog.

However, beholding Hell's transformed state, she realized that this being was shrouded in mystery, its power, intelligence, and cunning surpassing anything she had ever known or imagined.

From the moment she yielded to Hell's overtures, Eva Angel knew this moment was inevitable. Despite any trepidations she may have had, she was no match for his potent allure and skilful seduction. Thus, she acquiesced, assuming a submissive posture, yielding to his dominance as she prepared herself for the fervent union.

Eva Angel's heart racing with trepidation, she realized that intimacy with a human was vastly different from being with a beast, especially one of Hell's enormities. This unprecedented encounter was uncharted territory, leaving her both frightened and fascinated.

Eva Angel's initial fear gave way to a twisted sense of anticipation, for she had been forever changed since the current clan head, Ye Wanshu, first laid eyes on her. From that instant, she had been transformed into a woman whose sole purpose was to satiate the desires of others, her existence reduced to one of carnal pleasure and lustful surrender.

Hell's languid lick on her lower lips sent a shiver coursing through her body, his extended tongue tracing a sensual path. Then, with deliberate slowness, he explored her vulnerable opening, his tongue teasing and preparing her for the impending union. With each tender touch, he skilfully primed her for the impending joining, melting her resistance and leaving her yielding and open.

[author's note]

"sorry for late update"