“Ooooooo!” Tits squealed in delight.  She lifted a hand and with a flick of her wrist, Caesar heard the mechanism unlock with a click.  “You’re spoiling me tonight!” she cooed in excitement.

Her lover drew back the lid and bent over as he rummaged about the great treasure chest.  After a moment he stood up straight, and spun around to face his fay wife—in his hands he held some long silk strips.

“Roll over, dear,” Caesar commanded his wife.

Giggling gleefully, Tits, having finished cleaning herself, rolled over to her belly as she sensually looked across her shoulder to watch her husband with smoldering eyes.  Her mountainous melons, erotically squishing against the bedsheets, spread out on either side of her sensual, rolling ribs just below her armpits.

“What is my Caesar going to do to me?” she asked seductively as she felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.

“I shall make you my prisoner of love,” her Caesar returned as he walked over to the bedside.  Climbing back on, he took first one, and then the other wrist as he wrapped the silken strip around them binding them together.  That done, he looped the strap a couple times around the bonds between her wrists before securing the other end to the headboard of the bed.  For her part, Tits made no effort to resist, limply complying with her lover’s every action.

“What crime have I committed to be bound so?” she teasingly protested.

“The crime of being divinely gorgeous!” her Caesar stated playfully.  “You have seduced your Caesar, and now must face your punishment!”

“Woe is me!” Tits playfully pouted.

Her hands and wrists securely bound in front of her head nearly at arms’ length, Tits’ manly lover proceeded to bind first one ankle and then the next—securing them to opposite corners of the foot of the bed.  Thus tied, her fine, shapely legs were completely splayed in a full straddle as her delectable round rump and luscious lady garden were on full display to her Caesar’s ogling eyes as she stood at the base of the bed!

“Alas!” Tits cried in playful, mock dismay.  “I am helpless before my Caesar’s wrath.  I beg you O Emperor of my bedroom, have mercy on this hapless maiden!”

“Hapless?” Caesar repeated.  “You shan’t be for long!  For your crimes of seducing your emperor, you shall be subject to tormented titillation till you’re wracked by the pangs of peerless pleasure!” he pronounced haughtily.

“The horror!” Tits cried in feigned terror.  She squirmed vainly against her silken bonds, her perfect peach bottom sensually jiggling and bouncing in motion.  All the while, her smoldering eyes stared seductively back at her husband’s admiring gaze.

“Are you pleased to see me, thus?” she purred.

“Oh indeed!” he aptly answered.  “The view is simply marvelous from here!”

Tits watched, tingling nerves awaiting her lover’s next move, as her husband returned to her pleasure chest to poke about it some more.

When he again stood, Tits recognized the bottle he held in his hands.  It was almond-scented massage oil.  A shrill squeal of rapturous delight emitted from her lips at the sight!

“Ooooooooh!  Not that!” she cried in delighted despair.  “However shall I endure?” she teasingly bemoaned.

“Reflect upon your crimes!” her Caesar teasingly admonished her as he opened the bottle and poured oil into one hand.  Carefully setting the bottle down on the dresser, he proceeded to rub his hands together as he thoroughly covered them both.  Holding up his now well-oiled mitts, he announced, “Prepare yourself, Elf maid!”

Tits couldn’t help but lick her lips as she watched her husband walk over, carefully climb onto the bed, making sure not to touch the bedsheets with his hands, and proceed to straddle her lower back—his flaccid, resting shaft teasingly brushing her soft, velvet skin as he did so.  Using the back of his wrist, her Caesar gently brushed her long golden tresses off to the side, before, at last, placing his oiled hand on the top of her shoulders as he gently squeezed her trapezius.

“Mmmmmmm!” Tits purred, closing her eyes as she felt her lover’s strong hands caress the top of her shoulders.  “I needed this!” she cooed contentedly in complete sincerity.  “My back and shoulders are feeling quite tired today.”

Her Caesar merely smiled as he began to massage and work the oil into her luxurious silken pelt and worn-out muscles.  “An unfortunate side effect of having such a lovely, bounteous bosom,” he whispered as he kneaded and worked.

Laying her head down on the pillow between her arms, Tits merely purred as she reveled in the glorious feeling of her husband’s massaging digits.  “I have always been proud of my girls, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything, but I do admit after a long day, I can feel it back there,” she confided in her lover.  “Still, I am pleased you love them so!”

“You know I do, darling!” Caesar whispered in her ear as his firm hands continued to work the soothing oil into her tired muscles.

Sighing in complete contentment, Tits rested and relaxed as she relished the marvelous service her husband’s caressing hands pour upon her.  She didn’t even care she was bound to the bed so provocatively.  This luxurious feeling was exactly what her worn muscles wanted right now.  Besides, she felt certain her husband wasn’t going to let her compromised position to got waste.  Whatever her Caesar’s intentions, he certainly wasn’t in a hurry to get to it.

Slowly he worked his way down the graceful curves of his Elven wife’s exquisite back—gently rubbing and caressing each worn muscle in due course.  At regular intervals, sighs, and coos of sublime satisfaction elicited from his ravishing lover’s lips as she reveled in his caring, gentle touch.

As his hands passed by her ribs, her husband took the opportunity to gently brush and lightly squeeze the outer sweep of her luscious, crushed melons.  This erotic fondling act merely made Tits softly giggle at his fondling touch.

“You do like them, don’t you?” she teasingly whispered.

“I told you I do!” he lovingly answered back.

When finally his massaging hands began to come close to the small of her back, Caesar was forced to move.  Carefully lifting his legs over hers, he slipped back off the bottom of the bed and leaned over to continue his soothing massage.

“Ahhhhh!” Tits again sighed contently as she felt his hands glide and caress about the small of her back—stopping just short of her tailbone and her bountiful backside.  “What are your mischievous hands up to?” she wondered aloud.  “Something naughty I hope!” she added seductively.

Finally, letting his caressing hands slip up onto the luscious, lady mounds of her beautiful buttocks, her Caesar began to thoroughly knead and revel in their tone, elastic features.

“I see even now the lascivious maiden holds no remorse for her salacious acts towards her Caesar,” her husband taunted as he continued to relish and worship her bouncy booty with his groping hands.  “Such a wanton display of libidinous actions cannot be allowed to stand!”  As he made his condemning proclamation, his fingers dipped down, to lightly run along either side of his fay wife’s vulva, teasing her garden bud with the lightest of touch.  This was immediately followed by a resounding SMACK as he gave a smart spank to her luxurious bottom.

“OH!” Tits chirped in erotic surprise at the sudden sting.  “Mercy, O Emperor of the bedroom, I beg you!” she pleaded in not at-all desperate tones.

“Mercy?” he teased.  “You liked that, didn’t you?” he pointedly interrogated her as he again slapped her bouncy bottom, watching it jiggle and ripple in response.

“No!” she lyrically laughed.  “I am being framed!” she cried playfully.

“I…don’t...believe…you!” her husband persisted, punctuating each word with another slap of her round rump.

“Mercy!” Tits merrily cried.

“Confess your lecherous ways!” he teasingly insisted as one hand slipped under to fondle and circle around her blushing, garden bud, while the other continued slapping and spanking her bouncing bottom.

“Nooooo!” she cried in erotic euphoria.

For the next five minutes, Tits giggled and squealed, squirming in vain as her garden bud was teased and tortured till it once again bloomed.  All the while, her beautiful backside was relentlessly spanked sending percussive waves jiggling across its round mound, till it was quite red with multiple handprints.

Finally, quite out of breath and heavily aroused, she lay her head between her arms and breathlessly whispered, “Okay!  Okay, I admit it!  I love to feel you tease and torture my bottom and my most intimate of places!”

Relaxing as he rose up to his full height, her Caesar grinned naughtily.  He noted her lady garden lips were once again quite wet and drooling with her honey.

“So,” he glowered, “at last you confess to your prurient ways!”

For the third time, he walked over to his wife’s pleasure chest as he again delved into its secret depths.  Panting, Tits watched with bated breath.  As her husband stood up, her fay eyes went wide while she gasped in surprise.  He held her Golden Boy!

A pure gold cast phallic mold including its own manly pearls, Golden Boy was a cast replica of Caesar’s sacred sword when fully aroused.  What baffled him was how his darling Tits had gotten the exact measurements.  He had certainly never had his manhood measured, so it was quite a mystery.  One his fay wife seemed content to keep secret from him.  Regardless, the fact she loved and idolized his manly member so was a source of deep pleasure and satisfaction to her husband.  He winked at her as he held it up.

“Ooooooh!  DARLING!” Tits squealed in utter ecstasy.  As he walked back to her fully exposed backside and dripping garden, she took a moment to compose herself. “What are you planning to do with that?”

Smiling impishly, her husband merely began to lightly rub Golden Boy against her drooling second lips as he worked to coat its mighty girth in her clear, sticky honey.

“O Emperor of my bedroom, I beg you!  What are you about to inflict on me?” she pleaded in deep, lustful desire.

Having successfully lubricated the full length of her Golden Boy in her dripping honey, Caesar held it up as he smirked.

“You wanted me to explore your dark passage, and so I shall!  Not with my sword, no, but Golden Boy shall be my representative!”

“Darling!!” Tits swooned.  “You wouldn’t!  You shouldn’t!” she protested wildly.  Then, barely audible to her husband’s ears, she whispered, “You must!”

“Never let it be said, I am not giving to your precocious nature,” her Caesar teased as he pressed the tip of Golden Boy against her tight, pink anus.  Gently twisting it back and forth he slowly loosened and widened her anal sphincter.  As her hot, pink rectal walls began to show, Golden Boy timidly but surely was swallowed by her anal orifice!

“Ahh~  Ahh~  Ahhhhn!” Tits whimpered as her raised head moaned to the ceiling.  Golden Boy, relentlessly penetrating her anus, forced her rectum to stretch and expand as it accommodated the mighty phallus!

When at last the full length of the golden facsimile sat entombed in her dark passage, Tits’ beautiful backside quivered and trembled as her rectal lining convulsed.  Panting and whimpering, she tried to get her inner muscles to relax around the phallic intruder.

While his fay wife attempted to calm her spasming rectal muscles, her Caesar gently caressed and kneaded her beautiful bottom cheeks—feeling her quivering muscles shake against his palms.  It was a good minute before Tits lowered her head to again gaze over her shoulder at her lover—now with the fiery ardor shining in them she fervidly whispered, “Continue!”

Chuckling at her lustful desire, her Caesar, gripping Golden Boy by its cast manly sack, began to slowly retract the long phallus till only its head was still within her rectum before thrusting it back in full!  Waves of fire seemingly shot throughout Tits' loins as her anal passage burned with each penetrating thrust of her cherished golden toy.

“Ahhh!  Nya!  Ooooooo!” The bound Elven lover moaned with each piercing thrust.

“You still like it, you shameless imperial seductress!” her husband mockingly teased as he torturously worked her back passage with his shiny representative.  “Confess you harbor secret desires to lustfully use your Caesar for your own scurrilous pleasures!”

“Ahn!  It’s true!  It’s true!” Tits confessed to the fictitious crime between erotic whimpers.  Lifting her head to the ceiling again as her lover began to increase the speed of his thrusting.

“Now pay for your crime with your body!” her Caesar pronounced in final sentence.  While one hand continued to twist and thrust Golden Boy into her spread anus, her husband used the other to reach under and begin to caress and fondle her flush garden bloom.

“Ooooooooh!” Tits moaned loudly as she felt electric jolts pass through her already highly stimulated nerves.  The additional second sensation instantly galvanizing a new storm to broil and brew deep within.

Caesar continued to thrust with increased tempo as he simultaneously fingered his fay wife.  His bound Elven mate moaned and squirmed helplessly against her silken bonds as her leaking garden lips began to copiously drool while her pleasured arousal rose.

“Ohhhh!  Ahhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhn!” Tits' erotic moans grew louder and longer in response.

For many minutes the erotic scene played out.  Then, abruptly her Caesar ceased his titillating torture.  Endless waves of prickling pins seemingly bouncing and ricocheting across the endless expanse of her skin, Tits dropped her head on the pillow between her bound arms panting profusely.

“Do you, at last, have remorse for your salacious crimes?” her husband tauntingly mocked.

“NEVER!” Tits hissed between heaving breaths.  “I shall lovingly desire and seduce my Caesar to the end of our days!”

“Then fall to the sensual pleasures you revel in!” her husband teasingly retorted.

Instantly he resumed the dual tormenting sensations of his wife’s dark passage and her fully blossomed garden bloom. So too did Tits’ head shoot straight up to erotically cry to the roof above!  Her passionate moans loud and labored returned as her lover worked his fervent torture to a fever pitch pace.

Her internal storm once again worked to a mighty maelstrom, Tits felt the brooding tempest threatening to breach the last bastions of her inner willpower.

“Ahhhhhh! Yes!  Oooooooh! Yes!  Ooooooooo!  YES!!” Tits exclaimed as she felt her approaching storm prepare to breach.  “More!  Ahhhhn!  Just a little more!  Ahhhhh!”

By the emotions in her voice and the spasming quivers in her backside and loins, her Caesar knew the climax was close.  With a mighty effort, his torturous tempo rose in Crescendo.

“Ahhhhhhhahhhhhahhhhh!”

Eyes tightly shut, Tits screamed in full erotic pleasure as her inner hurricane blew blast the last bit of willpower to buffet and batter her body with its quivering waves of passionate delight!  Caesar stopped to watch her shivering buttocks, thighs, and loins as her garden lips spasmed and overflowed with honey.  So completely overwhelmed in erotic ecstasy, her garden well burst for a couple squirting sprays!

As he watched his fay wife’s quivering climax, her Caesar’s sacred sword at last revived—to engorge and rise once again in aroused anticipation!

When the last of her orgasm’s aftershocks ceased to wrack her figure, Tits' body collapsed in relief to breathlessly rest on the soft bed.  Her husband took the opportunity, to get a second helping of his wife’s flavorful honey as he licked and cleaned her garden floor.  Just as he was finishing, his lover stirred.

“Mmmmmmm!  You really got me off there!” she cooed contentedly.

Opening her eyes, she looked lovingly back at her husband.  “You really know how to treat a girl to a good time!” she complimented him.

“With you, it’s never difficult,” her Caesar confided.  “Your playful appetite is quite broad, so I’m never at a loss for something to please you.”

“My such a charmer!” she purred.

Placing one hand on her beautiful backside, her husband used the other to gently extract Golden Boy from her rectum.  Her anal orifice slowly squeezed shut as its golden invader at last retreated from its maw.  Once fully removed, Caesar tossed the golden phallus into the steel bowl of water, where it plopped in with a small splash.

“Has my love satiated her bedtime appetites for the night?” he asked his wife as he gently caressed her velvet garden veil with the head of his shaft.

“Why?  Do you want to pummel my garden passage for another round?” she playfully giggled.  “I don’t mind dear, but do realize you aren’t allowed to sleep till I get a full course of my dessert.”

Her Caesar laughed.  “How could I forget?  You make sure to indulge in your favorite dish every night!”

“Then you shouldn’t expect any less tonight,” she teased back.

“Indeed!” her husband nodded.  “As I don’t wish to wait for a longer period after releasing a second load, tomorrow will be busy, I better let you have your way,” he conceded.  Removing his rubbing shaft, he stood up and proceeded to untie the fine, fay figure that was his darling wife.

Once freed from her silken bonds, Tits rolled over to display her full sparkling, bijoux-adorned body as she looked lustfully at her husband’s mighty member—biting the corner of her lip in apt anticipation.

“How do you want to take your dessert today?” he asked her.

“Lay down, darling,” she purred.  “You’ve worked hard, now it’s your turn to be pleasured.”

Smiling, her Caesar lay down on the bed next to his ravishing wife, putting his hands behind his head as he relaxed on a broad, soft pillow.  He let his leg casually spread as his sacred sword rose up like a towering phallic monument against the chiseled landscape of his body.

Tits giggled as she flipped over to crawl across his closest leg, ogling his strong, manly body.  “My you are a handsome one!” she flirted as she nestled across his thigh.  Grabbing his erect shaft in one hand, she used the other to gently fondle and massage his man sack.  “Mmmm!  I do so love your manhood, dear!” she cooed.

With that, she salaciously stuck out her tongue and gave his sacred sword a long luscious lick from base to tip.  A glistening streak of wet saliva, glimmered in its wake.

“Ahhhh!  That feels good!” her Caesar sighed at the soft, seductive touch of his lover’s warm, wet tongue.  “You do me so well, that no matter how many times I’ve had it, I never grow tired of feeling or watching you work,” he praised his wife.

“Thank you, darling,” Tits giggled between licks.  “This magnificent member makes it easy to indulge!” she returned the admiration as she teased the seam of his glans with the flicking of her tongue.

Caesar smiled broadly, watching as she then proceeded to drag her mouth muscle all the way down his mighty member till at last she reached his jewel sack.  There she began to scour every wrinkle with the tip of her tongue, licking his manly pearls as they jostled in their pouch.  Tits looked up into her lover’s eyes and smiled seductively as she caressed the underbelly of each family jewel with her wet tongue.

“Savory,” she teased as she withdrew her tongue to renew her lubricant.  She then gave long, loving licks using the broad flat of her tongue across the breadth of her Caesar’s man sack.  “Mmmmm!  You taste like smoked, salted nuts, down here,” she purred.

“Do you like your nuts?” her husband teased.

“These especially,” she flirted back with a wink.  She then pressed her lips against the right manly pearl in an adoring kiss, before she swiftly sucked in within the halls of her mouth!

“Oh!” her man exclaimed in surprise at the sudden gesture.

Clamping her teeth softly about the pilfered pearl, Tits roundly polished her stolen stone in the tumbler of her mouth.  Occasionally giggling a moment, she watched the mixed expressions cross her husband’s face.  He knew she wouldn’t harm him in any way, yet the extremely sensitive nature of the captured pearl made him involuntarily twitch and jump at the slightest teasing tug.

“You might have considered your taunting torture more carefully had you realized I would have you by precious pearls later,” she tauntingly chided her lover without releasing her biting clamp.  “Now, it’s payback!”

For the next couple minutes Tits enjoyed torturing her husband, teasingly tugging now an again between her rolling licks just to watch him jump.  When finally she released his pearl, letting it slip out with a satisfying pop, her husband thought the torture over.  To his chagrin, he realized too late it was merely halfway as his Elven lover plucked the precious twin next—giggling as she terrorized him for another round.  So it was with great relief, her Caesar sighed when at last she licked her way back to the erect shaft’s tip.

“Did you like that, dear?” Tits asked with a smile as she licked the head of his manhood in long rolling strokes about its circumference.

“Your mouth and tongue are heavenly as always, darling,” her husband happily acknowledged.  “I still can’t get used to your tugging torture though,” he confided honestly.

Tits merely giggled.  “Good.  I need a solid retort for all the nipping, tickling, and fingering you put me through!" she remorselessly grinned.  Opening wide, she carefully clamped her teeth around his shaft’s head.  “Perhaps I should resort to eating your meaty sausage,” she remarked with a wink as she lightly nipped his tip.

“Hey now!” her Caesar exclaimed in surprise.  The sensation of her teeth gently pressing sent tingling waves across his manhood as shivers ran up his spine.  “Easy on the goods, darling!  It’s the only one I have!”

Tits smiled and giggled without releasing her treat.  “I wouldn’t dream of damaging my favorite meat!”  She turned her head to teasing bite all the way down the shaft as a dog might his favorite bone, before releasing it as she spiraled her licking tongue around and around back to the top.  “Mmmmm!  So good!” she purred.  “Now to claim my dessert!”

Opening her mouth, her tongue slightly sticking out, she descended upon the tip of her husband’s sacred sword.  The tip of her tongue being the first to greet her treat, it slid across the head to glide along the underside of the shaft as her lips closed about the top, swallowing it whole!

“Mmmmmhmmmhmm!” she hummed in delight as she began to suck on her husband’s meat.  Its savory skin tasted like a fine shepherd’s pie to her titillated taste buds.

“Ahhhh!” Caesar sighed in bliss as his head reclined back and he closed his eyes.  He relished in the soft, succulent, suckling of his wife’s warm, wet mouth!

Slowly Tits' head began to bob up and down in time with each suck of her meaty treat.  Swallowing more and more of her man’s long shaft with each successive bob, her sealed lips left a glistening coat of saliva as they slid back up.

“That’s it!” her lover softly exclaimed as he reveled in the sublime sensation.  “Your mouth is heavenly!”

Tits looked up with happy eyes, but she kept her lips sealed as she maintained her sucking and bobbing.  Clear strings of her mouth’s lubricant began to string and dangle from his meaty member as they arced back to her gliding lips.  They stretched and swayed at each bounce of her head, while fresh streams of saliva coated and covered the glistening shaft.

Faster and faster the fay lips slid along the wet, turgid length.  As their tempo increased, they began to squeak with each slippery slide along the aroused shaft.  While her mouth worked to play its squeaky flute, Tits’ hands cupped and caressed the base of its shaft, petting and massaging her man’s jewel sack with fondling fingers.  All the while, streams of saliva formed to drip down Caesar’s mighty member as each bouncing bob left a fresh coat across its breadth.

He felt tingling waves race up and down his shaft even as they shot into his loins and made his manly pearls hum from the buzzing nerves. Involuntarily the man sack tightened as it raised his family jewels to hold them tightly against the base of his sacred sword.  The elf’s lover felt a pressure begin to swell and build inside as his stones continued to enjoy the titillating service.

Abruptly Tits completely retracted her head, letting her man’s meat sword pop out of her sucking lips with a resounding smack!  The fay wife panted a moment as she caught her breath while heavy strands of crystal webbing stretched between her mouth and the head of her Caesar’s sacred sword.

“Hmmhmmhmm!” she chuckled between gasps.  “So, so good!” she cooed.

Her husband’s sacred sword still buzzed and felt the pickling waves as though ghostly lips continued to glide along his shaft mimicking his wife’s mouth. The meaty member slightly twitching in the open air as his fay lover looked lustfully into his eyes, Caesar reached a hand down to gently caress her flush cheek.

“It always feels fantastic when you do this, dear,” he lovingly praised his wife.  “I must admit by now I’m positively addicted to this feeling!”

Tits smiled as, at last, her sparkling, heaving bosom filled with plenty of fresh air.  “I am totally addicted to your love and this manly meat you wield,” she cooed back as she rubbed her hand up and down its wet, saliva-drenched length—snapping the webbing between it and her lips as she evenly redistributed the clear lubricant.  “Now to get back to drawing forth your manly milk,” she purred.

Opening wide, Tits once again swallowed her man’s meaty sausage.  Her Caesar watched as she consumed ever more of its long length as her head dropped closer and closer to his loins.  When she had about half of the shaft enclosed within her maw, her man felt his illustrious head press against the soft tissue in the back of her throat.  For a moment it seems his Elven lover would stop there, her mouth completely filled with his meaty member.  However, she continued to press, relaxing her jaw to open her throat.  Suddenly, her Caesar felt his glans slip, seemingly as though a trapped door had been opened, and he felt the head of his shaft drop into the endless tunnel of his wife’s fay throat!

Dropping her mouth till her lips pressed against her husband’s loins, Tits’ completely engulfed her man’s scared sword—sheathing it within her esophagus.  Then, with her lips firmly encircling the base of his meat, she reached out her tongue to curl it under his taut man sack as she purred.

“Ohhhhh!” Caesar moaned in impassioned pleasure as he lifted his caressing hand to place it on the side of her head.

Tits’ lover felt her vibrating throat, tightly surrounding his man meat, titillate and massage its whole length at once!  Waves of searing pins reverberating across its length, his mighty member was soundly pleasured as the pressure within rapidly grew!  The sublime sensation heavily arousing the entombed sacred sword, it began to throb in spasms of delight!

The fay female, feeling the pulsing pleasure of her most favored meat, knew the end was quickly approaching.  She contemplated holding her position and letting it spew its nectar straight down her throat, but she wanted to savor the taste of her forthcoming dessert and she knew that flavor would be missed if she held her place.  Thus, as her husband’s sacred sword quivered and throbbed, she quickly retreated till only its head remained locked within the cavern of her mouth.

Just as she returned to the tip, her Caesar groaned as his meaty member began to spray his hot, creamy nectar!  Keeping her lips clamped, Tits reveled in each rhythmic spurt of her viscous dessert as it spattered and coated her tongue, across her inner cheeks, and along the roof of her mouth before it dripped down to fill her tongue’s bed.

“Mmmmmmmm!” she hummed in delight, as its flavor washed across her waiting taste buds.  Though there was no exact flavor to truly match this exquisite taste, to Tits' palette the closest flavor to compare was that of fresh peaches covered in warm cream.  The flavor was deliciously light and sweet, and she knew that no matter how many times she tasted it, no amount would ever be enough to quell her desire for more!  Eagerly her tongue bathed in the luscious flavor as it fountained forth from her husband’s pulsing rod.

As her Caesar finished depositing his full load within her salacious mouth, Tits gingerly let his spent shaft slip out from between her lips—taking care not to spill any of her precious dessert.  She lifted her head as her man gently let his hand brush the silken skin of her soft cheek.

Smiling at his fetching wife, Caesar stated, “Come on.  Let me see your coveted reward.”

Tits returned the grin as she carefully opened wide to display his man milk messily covering her tongue while sticky strings stretched between it and the roof of her mouth.  Her husband beamed with pleasure to see his lascivious handiwork so openly displayed as his wife’s eyes sparkled with delight.  She held her pose a good long minute, letting her husband admire his dirty deed before she deliberately shut her mouth and sensually swallowed.

“Ahhhhh!” she sighed in sublime satisfaction.  “Darling, your man milk tastes divine!” she cooed in delight.

“As long as you think so, I am truly happy!” her Caesar replied in complete contentment.

“Now to collect the last few drops and lick the deliverer clean,” Tits purred—right before she deliberately stuck out her tongue to lift her husband’s soft shaft as she seductively swallowed it yet again.

Just as with her previous polishing, Tits attentively licked and sucked every last lingering film of her precious nectar off her man’s meat.  In short order she let it slip out, sparkling clean with a fresh lacquer of saliva.

Satisfied that she had collected the last vestiges of her dessert, Tits sat up as she turned to look at the steel bowl on the floor, Golden Boy still floating in the water.  Her eyes glowing fiery orange, the High Elven Sorceress pointed at the bowl with a single ringed finger as a tongue of flame lashed out to wrap around the basin.  The steel rapidly began to glow as it heated the water to a roiling boil within.

Once the water was bubbling nicely, the glow from Tits' eyes faded as the flames extinguished.  Without giving it another thought, the Elven sorceress turned back to seductively gaze at her husband while her precious Golden boy was sterilized.

Sensually sliding up her husband’s chiseled body, Tits crept up on her man till at last she rested her head on his closest shoulder.  “Thank you for the meal, darling,” she cooed.

Her Caesar pressed his lips against his beautiful wife’s fine forehead, placing a gentle kiss.  “You are always welcome to milk me whenever you want!” he lovingly returned.  “So long as we’re alone,” he quickly added as an afterthought.

Giggling, Tits teased him back, “You don’t want to put on a show, dear?  I’m sure it would be the talk of the town!”

“Would you?” he countered.

“Of course not, darling,” she sighed.  “My love is for your eyes only!”

Wrapping an arm around his darling Elven wife, Caesar kissed her sweetly.  “I love you!” he whispered tenderly.

“And I love you!” she ardently answered back as she nestled against his neck.

So reposed, the couple drifted off to sleep.