Oh, Matar’s cock, yes!”
The pleasure swelled through me. Milf sex Nothing would stop her from claiming her ancestor’s throne. The flower sucked on my dick. When the Karabasan ghost had possessed me, growing a spectral cock, and fucked her, she had lost her connection to her goddess. “Yes,” I moaned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Xerathalasia
I moved through the castle, fighting the urge to join the others. This place was magical. I opened wide, exploring it with my tongue, loving the nectary flavor of the flower-dick. I groaned and pulled myself through, spilling into a graceful crouch in the room. …I am no longer an elf… I moaned about the spurting flower-dick in my mouth. I bet that’s Matar’s work. I gulped down the flower-jizz, my head swaying. Slowly, year by year, the plant had destroyed the castle, tearing apart the stones. Hot rapture shivered through me. …Overwhelm… A flower latched onto my dick. The pressure built and built in my balls.
