Layla words were tempting, but the problem was it felt like nonsense but wrapped by the truth. First of all, how did she know about his past, he never told it to anyone here.
Second of all, what makes her so sure that her stepmother was the one who killed his parents?!
And then, what exactly is soul bond?
But before Lucas could ask what's on his mind, Layla was already kneeled on the ground and slowly took out of his underwear as it finally showed her eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh my it's massive. Do you have any condition, Lucas?"
Lucas sighed, "Yes… my body produces too much semen it makes my balls…"
"Gigantic?" she answered.
"Exactly, the size isn't helping either. It hurts women and that's why I don't dare to touch them… I don't think it's good for you either, so—"
Layla laughed so hard she almost choked, "What are you saying? How much do you think I sacrifice to have power? A lot more painful than stuffing this into my pussy."
She said, "So stop making excuses, Lucas. I know you like me from the start as you always blush around like a virgin."
"So now, just take me like a man." She then leaned it, started to lick him as he gasped of a sudden movement.
"Wait, wait! Are you sure about this?!" He grabbed her hair respectfully. "This is in a hospital and you are my patient, we shouldn't—"
"Bla bla bla, I will divorce my husband and marry you the moment I summon Asmodei and kill my parents." she grinned wickedly, "I will make sure you get all the money you want in this world. So shut up, beautiful boy and surrender your body to me."
She then gulped down his cock, even though she was only able to swallow half of it as it was too big and stretched her mouth that was stuffed full.
He could see the bump in her throat, making the beautiful woman in front of him turn sexy and nasty at the same time.
"Hmpph…" she started to say something he didn't understand as her hands grabbed at his penis, started to move.
Her mouth was so wet and warm making him groan in pleasure. He didn't even struggle anymore, for what? The pleasure he could only get in his dream?
The movement was slow, but her tongue kept rolling, drenched his shaft wet and swirling on his tip, making his body tensed.
"Hahhh, ahhh, Layla! Your mouth feels amazing." he praises her as her eyes become sharper.
Her hand slid lower and wrapped around his heavy balls, squeezing them firmly. Lucas's blue eyes widened as the sensation slammed straight into his spine.
The pleasure was sharp and overwhelming, so intense he was already close to climax.
It had not even been three minutes since she started. He refused to embarrass himself, virgin or not, and forced his body to hold back.
The effort made his thoughts blur, his mind filling with nothing but heat and pressure.
"This… too much," he groaned, his head snapping back against the white ceiling.
His fingers tangled in her golden hair, massaging her scalp unconsciously as her movements grew faster and more aggressive.
The sound of wet flesh filled the room, thick and obscene, each push deeper echoing loudly.
Her saliva pooled on his thighs and soaked into the bed beneath him. One hand continued to knead his swollen balls, pushing him closer to the edge. His vision blurred completely, pleasure overtaking control.
Lucas lost all sense of time. His tip repeatedly struck the back of her throat, making her gag softly, yet she never stopped. The tremble in her body only made the sensation worse.
"I can't… I can't hold it anymore, Layla," he gasped. "Your throat keeps tightening… fuck."
His restraint snapped. He pushed her head down hard, forcing himself deeper. Her eyes rolled back as his body finally gave in.
He came in powerful waves, flooding her throat until it spilled from the corners of her mouth and even her nose from the sheer amount.
The sound of her swallowing filled the room. It was steady and unhurried, as if she were savoring every drop.
When she finally pulled away, his cock softened slightly, slick with saliva. Layla took a deep breath, steadying herself, then licked whatever remained from her lips.
Her cheeks were flushed, eyes heavy and unfocused, pupils dilated like someone waking from a pleasant dream.
"So delicious," she murmured with satisfaction. "And so much of it."
She tilted her head, smiling faintly. "Sleeping with you will refill my mana completely. So let's continue."
Without hesitation, she stripped off her clothes piece by piece until nothing remained. Her body gleamed under the pale hospital light.
Her full breasts stood high and firm, her hips smooth, her sex framed by thin blonde hair as she crawled toward him.
Lucas stood frozen, still catching his breath.
"Are we really… doing this?" he asked weakly. "Don't you already have a husband?"
Layla pressed a finger against his lips. "Shh." Her emerald eyes turned eerily hollow. "That marriage was arranged. I don't love him. He tries, I suppose. But why should I care?"
She rolled her hips slowly, brushing her slick heat against his length. He hissed sharply and grabbed her waist.
Leaning close, she licked his ear and whispered, "I wanted a soul bond with him. But he was disappointed. His cock is too small. Not enough life."
Her smile sharpened.
"You are perfect."