Chapter 303: [R18]Golden Reward(3)
Victoria felt it happen right away. Nash got even bigger in her mouth, and she could feel his pulse thumping against her tongue. She let out a little moan around him, basically telling him she wanted more, and she squeezed her throat to swallow him as deep as she possibly could.
Nash was totally losing it. His hand gripped her blonde hair tightly, and without even thinking about it, he thrust his hips forward to push himself deeper into her mouth.
"Victoria... I’m gonna... fuck, I’m gonna cum..." he growled.
But Victoria didn’t let go. If anything, she pressed harder, keeping her lips sealed tight around him and making loud sucking sounds that filled the room.
Then, Nash reached his limit. His orgasm struck him like a literal explosion.
His whole body went stiff, and his back arched hard.
"Fuck! Victoria!"
He felt himself swell one last time, and then he came with a lot of force. The first thick, hot burst hit the back of her throat like a flood. Then came a second one, and a third, each one feeling heavier than the last.
Victoria’s eyes went wide. She could feel just how much was flooding her throat. It felt like way too much, Nash was producing more than any living being of this size even should. Her cheeks puffed out because she could barely keep it all in. She tried to swallow, her throat working hard, but it was just a lot to handle.
"Mmph! Mmmph!" she moaned. The vibration of her voice against him made Nash shudder.
To her, it tasted amazing, rich and creamy. It coated her tongue and slid down her throat. She actually kind of loved it, and the feeling sent a sparks straight down between her legs, soaking through her lingerie.
"Mmmh... mmph..." She grabbed onto Nash’s thighs, trying to take everything in while making greedy sucking noises. But eventually, it was just too much. The white cum started leaking from the corners of her lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her chest and the bedsheets.
Nash kept his hand firmly in her hair, holding her in place while the last few pulses finished. He could feel her swallowing greedily, and even though she was struggling, she kept her mouth full. Seeing her teary blue eyes look up at him with that shocked expression just made him feel even better.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the tension faded. He felt a few small twitches in her mouth, and everything became super sensitive.
"Fuck..." he breathed, still panting for air. His legs were shaking a bit; he could barely even hold himself up.
He stayed there for a second, catching his breath and looking down at Victoria. She was still on her knees between his legs, her mouth full and her lips shiny. There were strings of cum and spit running down her chin and cleavage. Her eyes looked a bit glazed and her cheeks were red, but she looked totally satisfied.
She slowly pulled away, and he slipped out of her mouth with a wet sound, leaving one last string of saliva and cum connecting them.
Nash reached out and put his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up to look at him.
"You okay...? You good?" he asked.
Victoria looked at him for a long moment. Her mouth was still full, and her cheeks were puffed out because she hadn’t swallowed everything yet. Then, slowly, she did it. Nash watched her throat move as she finally swallowed the rest.
She let out a long breath and gave him a little smile.
"Mmmh... never felt better," she answered, sounding out of breath.
She licked her lips slowly, tasting it, and ran her tongue around her mouth to make sure she didn’t miss a single drop before swallowing again with a soft moan.
"The question is..." she said, looking straight into his eyes, "...are YOU okay? You looked like you were enjoying yourself a lot."
"I... yeah, I fucking loved it," he managed to say.
He kept stroking her chin with his thumb, unable to stop touching her. He traced her cheek and played with her hair. But his eyes kept dropping to her body, looking at the white streaks of cum on her skin, her neck, and her breasts. He loved the idea that he had marked her, Victoria, the "Queen of Nothing", and seeing her there on her knees, covered in him, felt great.
Suddenly, something shifted in his head.
Without saying a word, he sat up, grabbed Victoria by her hips, and lifted her like she weighed nothing at all. In one quick motion, he flipped her onto her back in the middle of the bed. Her long blonde hair spread across the sheets like a golden halo.
Victoria let out a little surprised laugh, but you could tell by her eyes that she was into it.
"Well, well," she purred, stretching her arms over her head. "What’s this? The King of the Rats wants to take his revenge?"
Her heart was pounding, not because she was scared, but because she was excited. No one ever handled her like this. Usually, she was the boss, the one in control. But the way Nash was holding her, a bit rough, like she was his toy, sent shivers all over her body.
She looked up at him as he loomed over her. She could see his muscles moving under his skin and saw his cock, still hard and glistening, pointing right at her.
There was something different in his eyes now, something darker and more animalistic.
The mood had totally changed.
Nash was basically devouring her with his eyes. Victoria was underneath him, legs slightly open, her chest heaving with every breath. Her nipples were hard and her skin was flushed. The cum was still shining on her, marking her as his. Victoria gave him a little smirk and raised an eyebrow.
"So the big rat wants to take control now?" she teased. "After letting me suck you like a good little slut... you want to return the favor?"
Nash leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a short, possessive kiss.
"Shut up," he growled against her lips. "You did what you wanted this whole time. Now let me enjoy the moment."
Those words hit her like an electric shock. A shiver ran down her spine. She was always the one in charge, the one who took what she wanted. But here she was, with Nash telling her to just let it happen, and she didn’t want to fight it at all.
A sexy smile grew on her face. Without saying anything, she lifted her hips a little, encouraging him to go lower. She slowly slid her hands down her own thighs, spreading them wider for him. It was a clear sign: she wanted him to take everything he wanted.
Nash slowly moved down her body, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her skin.
He started by kissing her throat, right under her ear where she was most sensitive. Victoria tilted her head to the side with a sigh, giving him more room. His tongue traced down her collarbone and then lower, into the valley between her breasts. He licked her golden skin slowly, tasting the salt from her sweat.
Victoria moaned softly, her fingers digging into his hair.
"Mmmh... Nash..."
He kept going, his warm mouth lingering on every curve. He grabbed one of her breasts, feeling the weight of it, and then closed his lips around her hard nipple. He sucked it slowly and deeply, his tongue circling it and pulling gently until Victoria arched her back and let out a loud moan.
"Ah... yes... just like that..."
He moved to the other breast, doing the exact same thing. He licked, sucked, and nibbled, loving the way her body reacted to him. Victoria wasn’t playing around anymore. Her breathing got shorter and heavier. She watched him move down her body, enjoying the feeling of being worshipped like the goddess she knew she was.
Nash kept going lower, kissing her stomach and tracing her hips with his tongue. He lingered on the soft skin just above her shaved area, breathing her in. He wanted more of it, needed to memorize every detail of how she tasted, how she responded to his touch.
Victoria spread her legs a bit wider, her hips lifting toward him almost on their own.
When he finally reached between her legs, he stopped for a second.
He looked at her pussy, swollen, wet, and already soaking. A clear string of arousal dripped down. Nash let out a low growl, like he was looking at a feast.
"You like what you see?" she teased with that arrogant look of hers.
"I fucking love it..." he breathed.
Victoria looked at him with half-closed eyes. Her voice got lower and huskier.
"Go ahead..." she whispered. "Take your time."
Nash leaned in. He ran his broad tongue along her slit, from bottom to top, licking up all her juices in one long, slow motion. It tasted divine. He groaned against her, burying his face between her warm thighs, pushing his tongue deep between her lips to explore everything.
His tongue was hot, wet, and impossibly skilled. Victoria let out a long, trembling moan, her hands gripping the sheets.
"Ohhhh~!" She gasped, her back arching off the bed as the pleasure jolted through her. Her hands shot down to tangle in Nash’s hair, holding him in place as he continued his torture.
But Nash didn’t just taste her anymore; he started devouring her.
His tongue pushed deeper, licking every fold slowly at first, then becoming faster and more hungry. He sucked on her outer lips and then moved up to circle her clit with precise, pressing strokes. Victoria was already shaking under him, her thighs clenching around his head.
"Nash... fuck... your tongue..." she moaned, her voice breaking.
He didn’t answer. He was too lost in her. He licked her like he wanted to mark every single part of her. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her hips, forcing her to arch more. Now she was completely open. Nash took advantage, driving his tongue as deep as he could, swirling it inside her like he was trying to fuck her with his mouth.
Victoria let out a sharp cry, clutching the sheets.
"Ahh... yes... like that... deeper..."
Nash growled against her, the sound vibrating right against her clit. He picked up the pace. His tongue moved from her entrance to her clit without stopping, alternating between long licks and fast movements that made her shake. He sucked her clit harder, pulling it into his lips and licking relentlessly.
Victoria was losing it. She tried to speak, but the words came out in broken pieces.
"Nash... it’s... too good... I... Hnn... your mouth... fuck..."
Then, without warning, he slid two fingers inside her. Victoria arched her back violently, a strangled cry escaping her. Nash immediately curled his fingers, searching for her G-spot. When he found it, he pressed hard, rubbing it while his tongue kept hammering her clit.
Victoria exploded.
Her body locked up, and a high, piercing scream tore from her throat:
"AAAAAH— NASH!"
A powerful, hot jet of squirt erupted from her, drenching Nash’s chin and mouth. She was shaking with uncontrollable spasms. But Nash didn’t stop. He growled like an animal and kept licking even harder, drinking her in, his tongue and fingers working without mercy.
Victoria couldn’t even form a sentence.
"Nash... I... I can’t... it’s too much... ahh—!"
He made her squirt a second time almost immediately. She screamed louder, her body writhing and her hands pulling on his hair. Nash had gone totally crazy. He held her hips firmly, keeping her in place while he devoured her. He wanted everything, every drop, every scream, every contraction.
He drove his tongue as deep as it could go, moving frantically while sucking her clit with brutal force.
Victoria was completely gone.
Nash’s entire world narrowed down to the taste, scent, and sounds of Victoria’s pussy. Her arousal was literally flooding his mouth now. The taste was intoxicating, sweet, musky, with a secret unique ingredient: the knowledge that it was Victoria.
His tongue focused on her G-spot, pressing and circling it carefully. He could feel her body tensing, could sense that she was on the verge of something even more intense.
He groaned against her pussy, his hands gripping her hips tighter to hold her in place. His tongue continued its relentless assault, fucking in and out of her tight hole while his lips suckled gently on her clit.
Suddenly, Victoria’s entire body went rigid. Her pussy clenched around his tongue so hard that it was almost painful, and then...
"FFFFF—FUCK! FUCK! FU—!"
Her scream was cut off as a torrent of arousal erupted from her pussy, squirting all over Nash’s face and the bed below. It was like a dam had burst, and there was no stopping the flood. Spurt after spurt of clear liquid shot out, soaking everything in its path.
But Nash didn’t pull away.
