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🕑 Added 2025-07-26 22:44:13 +0000 UTCEP.197 [Elf Princess Priscilla, With Virgin Blood Flowing From Her Rear, Offers Her Butt While Sucking Eugene's Cock.♥]
‘Wow... What an incredible sight? Who is this being before my eyes? An elf, an elf! A being so esteemed that even the imperial family uses honorifics-an elf!’
Priscilla, in a doggy position, was diligently sucking Eugene’s cock as he lay on his side. Especially since she was focused on hygiene, her oral service was truly meticulous. It was a posture of near-complete submission, an utterly devoted display-something Gaia’s greatest otherworldly race, the elf, was now showing. Eugene could hardly contain his swelling pride.
“Hnnngh...! I’ll lick here too... smooch! Suck! I’ll clean my mate’s huge balls... slurp! I’ll make them clean...! Smooch! Smooch! Smooch!”
Rub! Rub! Rub!
The elf’s thorough oral cleaning was truly something to behold. With copious saliva, Priscilla thoroughly cleaned Eugene’s half-erect cock, then pressed her face even more into his groin, licking his huge balls. Then she licked his groin and thighs, almost like a cat grooming itself-Priscilla, the elf princess, was tending to Eugene with the devotion of a mate-crazed she-cat.
“Wow... Priscilla, you look amazing right now!”
Eugene couldn’t help but marvel.
“To think that, right in the middle of your huge butt, your fresh elf pussy is stained with virgin blood. Did you turn your butt this way because you wanted me to see this?”
As Priscilla’s licking traveled from his balls to his thighs and calves, her butt ended up facing Eugene’s head. Seeing her lower body, her butt cheeks stained with virgin blood, Eugene sensed her playful intent.
“Sluurp...! Smooch...!♥ Of course not...! Slurp...!♥ My mate is just too perverted... smooch...!♥ I just want to give my best devotion to my mate...! Smooch...!♥”
Wiggle...! Wiggle...! Wiggle...! Wiggle...! Wiggle...!
Priscilla denied Eugene’s suspicion, even scolding her beloved mate, but her body language betrayed her. Her kisses and licking grew even more passionate, and her wiggling butt, as if begging for attention, made her real intentions obvious.
“Did you want your virgin-blood-soaked pussy touched by your demon-blooded mate?”
Squeeze...! Squeeze...! Squeeze...!
“Hnnngh! Hnnngh! T-there...! Hnnngh!”
Twitch! Twitch! Tingle! Twitch!
To the experienced harem male Eugene Schneider, Priscilla’s transparent psychology was as clear as if seen under a microscope. Despite living over 200 years, she had zero experience with sex or romance, so her intentions were utterly obvious. Rather than pointing out every contradiction, he simply acted: Eugene boldly squeezed Priscilla’s plump, blood-stained pussy lips, and Priscilla, who’d just been scolding him, immediately lost her composure and gasped.
“I know you have a delicious, springy pussy, Priscilla-I’ve already thrust my huge cock into it and know it well.”
Twitch...! Twitch...! Twitch...!
“Hnnngh...! So explicit! My mate is really shameless! Hnnngh! Spreading me open like that! Hnnngh...!”
Tremble! Tremble! Tremble! Tremble! Tremble! Tremble!
Eugene showed a more dominating side with Priscilla than with any other woman. He playfully spread her pussy, thoroughly violating her noble dignity. Overcome with shame, Priscilla stiffened and trembled all over.
‘Hnnngh...! I love it so much! My mate is enjoying my explicit self just as I am...! Hnnngh! Haaah! I’m going crazy!’
She was losing her mind with pleasure. Eugene’s destruction of her elven dignity triggered her taboo-loving dopamine, making her crave ever more explicit stimulation. The older you get, the more you crave raw pleasure-and elves are no exception.
“This is a problem, you know?”
As he indulged Priscilla’s perverted desires, Eugene sighed deeply.
“Seeing your perverted side, Priscilla, my cock is getting hard again.”
Ssssss...!!!
After playing with her pussy, Eugene’s cock was demanding another taste.
“Hnnngh...! My mate is a sex-crazed beast...! You used to have sex with the captain almost every day, and now you’ll do the same with me... hnnngh...”
Glance...! Glance...!
Priscilla, glancing at Eugene’s huge, erect cock, scolded him, but it was all projection. Like Jeanne, she wanted to be taken every day, and she shamelessly expressed that desire.
“With you already dripping so much, Priscilla, of course I should.”
Sss...!
Squelch...! Wet...! Wet...! Sticky...! Wet...!
Drip...! Drip...! Drip...!
“Hnnngh! Haaah! Hnnngh! Haaah!”
Eugene sat up and began fondling Priscilla’s pussy even more explicitly. She was on all fours, juices dripping, and he couldn’t just leave her like that.
“The first time was just healing sex to cure you, Priscilla. Now I’ll show you what real sex is.”
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Eugene stripped off his remaining clothes. This second round would be true sex, and he intended to thoroughly ravish this 200-year-old elf.
“Our elf princess is too shy to undress herself, right? I’ll do it for you.”
“Hnnngh...”
Now naked, Eugene, with his muscular body, prepared to help his noble elf undress.
“Huh?”
But as he tried to undress her, Eugene noticed something odd.
“Priscilla, if you keep your hands together like that, I can’t take your clothes off.”
Despite his offer, Priscilla wasn’t cooperating.
“Hnnngh...! Can’t we just do it like this, my mate...? If you pull my skirt up higher... You like my butt and thighs so much...”
When Eugene voiced his confusion, Priscilla mumbled shyly, saying she wanted to keep her top on during sex.
“......”
Eugene looked at Priscilla silently. The first time, it was cold and she wasn’t feeling well, so they kept their clothes on. But now, Priscilla was healthy and dripping with arousal-her butt was hot to the touch. Under normal circumstances, they should both be naked, but Priscilla insisted on keeping her top on.
“Priscilla,”
Eugene’s gaze showed he understood.
“Is it because you don’t want to show me your chest?”
He gently asked Priscilla, who was clutching her top tightly.
That’s right-Eugene realized Priscilla was hesitant to show her chest to her beloved mate.
“Haaah...! Hnnngh...! Th-that’s...!”
Hug...!
At his words, Priscilla clung to her top even tighter, her body language almost confirming it.
‘My chest is too small... I don’t want my mate to see it while we mate...! Hnnngh...!’
And it was true. Priscilla felt deeply insecure about showing her small breasts to her mate after 200 years.
“Your chest looks perfectly nice and shapely to me, Priscilla. Why do you think otherwise?”
Squeeze...! Squeeze...! Squeeze...!
Eugene squeezed her butt as he spoke. Priscilla wasn’t busty-somewhere between a B and C cup-but that’s still plenty of volume. And Eugene, as long as it wasn’t a loli type, wasn’t picky. He reassured her sincerely.
“No... Hnnngh... My chest is small... I know you’ll be disappointed if you see it... That’s why I want you to just love my butt, Eugene... hnnngh...”
Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake!
Priscilla shook her head, insisting her chest couldn’t satisfy Eugene, an unusually self-deprecating reaction for someone usually so proud.
“That’s not true, Priscilla. If I saw your bare chest, I’d adore you like crazy. I’d suck and play with them endlessly.”
Chak...!
Eugene gently turned Priscilla toward him and tried to comfort her. Even to him, her voice sounded like she was suffering from PTSD.
“Hnnngh...! That’s a lie! That’s a lie! Eugene, you like big, cow-like breasts! You’d definitely be disappointed!”
As he tried to reassure her, Priscilla burst into tears and threw a tantrum.
“Priscilla,”
Seeing her reaction, Eugene had a hunch.
Then-
“That’s right! I saw you having sex with not just Captain Jeanne, but also with Vivian the merchant! And... and with Elizabeth, too! I saw how happy you were when those women’s big breasts bounced! Hnnngh...”
Priscilla listed all the reasons for her PTSD, laying it all out.
