A titjob

"You're hurting again. Worse than the last time, little one?" Lunnara played with his swollen genitalia, sliding a hand into the crowded underwear while he nodded. "Oh my, it feels so hard! Must have had such naughty thoughts to get it this bad... Yes, mommy knows. Always knows." Her sing-song voice sensual as she spoke to the flustered dragon-spawn distracted by the sensations washing over him. Lowering herself to her knees, head tantalizingly close to the bulbous glans before going further down to the side of his waist.

She pulled at the cord of the silken pouch with her teeth. Undoing the simple knot in a single, languorous movement. Not caring how small trembles ran through Remi in anticipation. It dangled from the sorceress mouth, drawing his attention to her breast, their alabaster sheen contrasting with the black fabric.

"I-it hurts when you touch it." Doing his best to meet his mommy's lidded, upturned gaze.

"Touch what, little one?" Let me hear you beg.

"Yo-you, ah, know... My penis, mommy. My penis hurts, ah, when mommy touches it with her hand li-like- ah, that." Coming out as plaintive, but aroused, moans. Becoming worse as she suddenly released him from her grip. Cock twitching in protest at being freed.

"Then it's up to mommy to finding something else." Adopting a pensive expression as she pretended to consider alternatives, shifting closer so her bosom pushed up against Remi's crotch and nested his member between her mammaries. The woman's hard nipples brushing his scaly skin leaked droplets of milk that sent a cold shudder down the dragonling's stiffening muscles.

"Does it hurt now?" Smiling as the dark elf held cupped her tits, enveloping his sex in a smothering embrace. She began moving them, slowly, dripping saliva from her mouth onto the head as lubricant. "Tell me, Remi. Did you like your new clothes that mommy gave you?" Her power over him absolute as he let out a girlish whine from the pleasure.

Remi's chances to answer were limited as the sorceress continued to tease him, continuing to build his arousal. Keeping himself steady by leaning on his mother, holding onto her dark hair as he watched his reflection. Which only added to his struggle. "Pretty! Very pretty! Bu-but, ah, i-it makes m-me look like a girl... I'm ah-, ah-, a man." Vehement.

"Are you?" Managing to sound surprised while she worked his shaft. Pulling back, massaging her leaky nipples and rubbing the pair of hard tips against him. "I think you're lying, little one. A man wouldn't get this hard wearing women's clothes. Perhaps you've been pretending all this time, worming into this woman's heart."

He was shaking his head, not knowing what to say. Why would his mommy accuse of him this? Remus had no idea. "I-I don't know. But, I-I didn't lie, ah, to mommy. Co-couldn't." His confused mind reeling with lust and the sorceress deceptive words.

"Sorry, Remi. You're too good a boy to lie to mommy. Here, let me make you feel better." Craning her neck, Lunnara took him into her mouth. Swallowing the glans peaking out of her bosom with a deep kiss. Her tongue wrapping itself around his cock, rhythmically bobbing up-and-down. Able to feel her hair being tugged as Remi bunched his hand into fists.

Keeping him there until she felt herself struggle for breath, gagging on his length before releasing him with a wet noise. Delicious, I can taste the power already. Breathing heavy and husky. She ran her lips along the shaft, eager to explore the majestic tool that belonged to her. Losing control of her composure, but it didn't matter as he did the same.

Jets of cum streamed from his churning balls into her waiting mouth. The mana-laced effluence burned a path down her throat, spreading out into her body. Ignoring the pain, Lunnara felt reinvigorated, centuries younger. Eventually **** to discharge the excess energy through lightning dancing between her finger tips, creating a slightly arid scent as the air oxidised. Remus was relentless. Nothing can compare to this. Power.

She was brought back by seeing Remus collapsed on the floor, clutching his head and twisting in obvious pain. A black miasma was rising from his body that seemed to absorb the light and warmth of the room.