Alex was feeling the gentle caress of Lena’s lips and tongue around the head of his cock.
Lena kept bobbing her head up and down while maintaining eye contact with Alex.
Alex opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but before he could say anything Lena took him deeper into her mouth.
Alex’s cock was pulsing with every movement she makes, her eyes still fixed on him as she gently takes his length up and down deep inside her mouth, down to her throat.
"Oooh~" Alex moaned as she slid further down than she had before. He felt her lips loosen on him as she grinned with a cheeky perverted smile and started to speed up.
Her head bobbed up and down, and her rumpled hair cascades over his hips.
Just like she had found her rhythm, she slid a major portion of Alex’s 9 inch length in and out of her mouth. About halfway down, he could feel the constant tickle of the back of her throat on his head.
"Fuck, Lena... you must have been so hungry because you are eating so good!."
Lena slides back out, still totally in control og his cock and slides back in after taking a short breath breath, bobbing her head up and down in a consistent motion.
"Ohhhh" Alex groaned, content to let her take him in her mouth.
Cheekily she looks up at Alex, meeting his eyes with her cock halfway submerged into her mouth and fucking her throat. Then she nods, cock still inside her, sliding it around, spikes of pleasure shooting through Alex as she bounces.
"Properly now, young master. Good morning" she gags out. Muffled by the length of his cock.
Alex groaned as the sensation from her mouth forming words hit his most sensitive parts.
"Good morning, Lena. This is how you will greet me every morning henceforth."
"Okay, young master. Thank you for giving me a proper breakfast everyday."
As she completed her words, she slid his cock out of her mouth and then she starts to pump it fast giving him a rough tight handjob.
"I had fun last night," she says lifting herself slightly off the bed. His cock throbbing in time to her strokes as Alex looks at her.
Her big brown tits were jiggling to each stroke she makes on Alex’s cock. Her blanket had already slid off and her nipples which were already big were now hard and pointing straight out. Seeming to be totally committed to his pleasure. She drapes her tits on his thigh stimulating her nipples by running them up and down.
Tingling from the feeling of stroking his cock, she rubs her nipples on Alex and involuntarily, he starts lifting his hips. He groaned as the pressure of orgasm starts to build deep in his throbbing erect cock.
Alex reached down and gently squeezed her left tit, "I want to suck your nipples" he said as he pulled his fingers on one nipple before she could even reply, she smiled instead.
Her nipple hardened up in his fingers forming a delightful point.
"Oohhh" Alex groaned as she began stroking his cock with more intensity. "Faster, Harder"
She starts jerking him as hard and as fast as she can, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through Alex when she suddenly stops.
Dangling in the air, his hard cock throbbed in time to the now-absent rhythm.
Finally, she takes him back into her mouth, her tongue sliding over the head of his cock, sending shivers of pleasure into his mind and bringing Alex to orgasm.
"Fuckkk...."
With each pump of semen, an audible sound could be head as she swallowed his semen and drinks it down.
Lena lay down and used Alex’s thigh as a pillow, grins and says "Thanks for breakfast".
Alex lay there a moment, breathing slowly, one hand resting in Lena’s hair.
Lena lifted her head from his thigh. She looked at him with half-lidded eyes and a satisfied smile on her lips. Then she pushed herself up and began to crawl slowly up the mattress towards him.
The blanket slid from her shoulders.
She settled over him, knees on either side of his hips, her hair falling across his chest. Her breath was warm against his neck.
She was getting ready. Alex’s pulse jumped.
’Gods. She isn’t going to let me leave this bed.’
His body answered her without permission, and for a second, he nearly gave in. Then a red frame flashed in the corner of his mind.
[MISSION: UNDERGO THE AWAKENING PROCESS]
He closed his eyes.
’This freaking goddess. Is she going to keep spamming this mission all over my face?! Fucking hell. Tch.’
Alex caught Lena’s wrist gently.
"Lena."
She stopped.
"You’re very eager and enticing this morning." He smiled, a little pained. "You have no idea how enticing. But you’ll have to wait a few more minutes."
Her brows drew together.
"Wait?"
"I need to go and see my father."
A shadow crossed her face. She lowered her gaze, and he could see the disappointment sinking into her shoulders. She had waited so long, even a few minutes felt like forever.
"I see," she said softly.
"May I ask why, young master? I know it is not my place. But if you would tell me..."
Alex smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"It’s not a big deal. I only want to tell him about my late awakening. Talk it through with him."
Lena was quiet for a moment, then her eyes cleared.
"That is wise," she murmured. A small, proud smile touched her lips. "A very good idea, young master."
"Thought so."
He leaned forward and kissed her.
It was slow and warm, and her fingers curled into his shoulder, and when he pulled away she was a little breathless.
"Wait for me."
"Always."
He slipped out from under her and stood.
Lena wrapped the blanket around herself and crossed to the wardrobe. Before he could reach for anything, she had pulled out a clean white shirt and a dark coat.
"Allow me, young master."
"I can..."
"Please."
She said it so gently that he lifted his arms.
She slid the shirt over them, fastening each button with quick, careful fingers. She straightened his collar. She helped him into the coat and brushed a speck of dust from the sleeve.
"There," she whispered. "Perfect."
Alex smiled down at her, then turned and walked out.
The great black doors rose ahead, he had arrived at the entrance to the hall.
He placed his palm against the oak, drew a breath, and pushed.
The Grand Hall stretched out before him, with its pale shafts of light and its crimson banners and its twin rows of stone pillars.
And at the far end of the aisle, on the raised dais, a man sat on the throne.
Edward Vance.
Alex walked down the aisle until he stood before the dais.
Edward watched him.
There was no confusion on his face. No question of who this might be. But something in his eye had changed.
Alex bowed his head.
"It’s me, Father. Your son, Alex Vance."
The hall was quiet.
The pressure in the air grew heavier, pressing against Alex’s chest.
Edward’s eye tightened.
"This energy..."
His voice was low and deep.
"What is it that I sense from you? It should not be coming from you, of all people."
Alex lifted his head and met his father’s gaze.
"Yes, Father."
A quiet smile touched his lips.
"I have awakened."