Extra's Pov: The Goddess Wants Me To Conquer Milfs

"Logan..." she paused, her eyes dropping slightly, her voice low and sultry, "or should I call you, Legion?"

She lingered for a bit then added, "you’ve been a very bad boy recently..."

Logan’s heart skipped a beat. He stood frozen near the entrance, one hand still on the door handle.

Daenerys slowly pulled the lollipop out of her mouth with a soft pop. Her tongue licked the candy once before she placed it on the table beside her.

She was wearing a loose white silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh.

The robe had slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing smooth skin and the generous curve of her breast.

Her legs were crossed casually, but the position made the robe ride up dangerously high, exposing the soft flesh of her thick thighs.

"How did you—" Logan started, then stopped himself.

Daenerys let out a soft, melodious laugh. She stood up from the couch with lazy grace and walked toward him.

Each step made her hips sway gently. The silk robe clung to her voluptuous body, outlining her heavy breasts and wide hips.

"I have my ways," she said simply. "The entire city is talking about Legion. When I saw the footage of you killing that man so effortlessly... I got so wet, Logan."

She stopped right in front of him. Close enough that he could smell her sweet perfume mixed with the faint strawberry scent from the lollipop.

Daenerys reached up and lightly traced a finger along the edge of his mask.

"You looked so cold. So powerful. The way you stood over his corpse without any emotion... it made me realize just how dangerous my little Logan has become."

Logan swallowed. He tried to step back, but his back hit the closed door.

Daenerys smiled at his reaction. She pressed one hand against his chest, keeping him in place.

"Tell me," she whispered, leaning in so her soft breasts brushed against him, "how did it feel? Ending someone’s life so easily? Did it make you feel strong?"

Her other hand slid down slowly and brushed over the front of his pants. Not grabbing, just teasing. Feeling.

Logan’s breath hitched. "Daenerys... not tonight. I’m tired from the fights."

But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer until her lips hovered near his ear.

"Liar," she breathed. "I can already feel you getting hard."

She stepped back suddenly, leaving him wanting. With a graceful turn, she walked back to the couch and sat down, crossing her legs again.

The robe slipped further, revealing even more of her creamy thighs.

"Come here," she said, patting the space beside her.

Logan hesitated for a long moment before walking over. The moment he sat down, Daenerys shifted closer.

She picked up her phone and replayed the video of his fight against Blue Whale.

The sound of the crowd roaring and the moment the blade pressed against the man’s neck filled the room.

"Look at you," she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hand moved to his thigh, stroking it slowly. "So calm. So ruthless. While everyone else was shocked, you just stood there like it was nothing."

Her fingers moved higher up his thigh with each stroke, but never quite touching his growing bulge. The teasing was slow and deliberate.

Logan’s muscles tensed under her touch. "What do you want, Daenerys?"

She turned her head and looked at him. Her eyes were dark with lust.

"I want the real you," she answered. "The Legion that everyone is scared of now. I want you to stop holding back when you’re with me."

She suddenly swung one leg over him and straddled his lap. The robe fell open completely at the front, revealing she was wearing nothing underneath.

Her heavy breasts hung full and soft just inches from his face. Her warm, bare pussy rested directly on the growing bulge in his pants.

But she didn’t grind on him. She simply sat there, looking into his eyes while gently rocking her hips in the slowest possible movements.

"Tonight, I’m not going to rush you," she whispered, brushing her lips against his neck. "I’m going to sit right here... and make you so hard that you can’t think about anything else."

Daenerys kissed his neck softly, then licked a slow line up to his ear.

Her breath was hot against his skin as she continued speaking in that low, seductive voice.

"Everyone online is calling you a monster now... but I like it. I like knowing that the man who can kill so easily is sitting under me right now, getting hard because of me."

She kept rolling her hips in tiny, teasing circles, letting her wet pussy lips drag along his clothed cock.

The friction was light, but constant. Her heavy breasts pressed warmly against his chest as she leaned closer.

Logan’s hands clenched at his sides. He was trying his best not to touch her, but his cock was now rock hard beneath her.

Daenerys smiled against his neck. She could feel his resistance... and it only excited her more.

The night was still young.

And Daenerys had every intention of breaking down his walls, one slow movement at a time.

She continued rocking her hips in those tiny, torturous circles. Her bare, wet pussy slid gently along the hard bulge in Logan’s pants.

The silk robe hung loosely off her shoulders, barely covering anything anymore. Her heavy breasts pressed warmly against his chest with every small movement.

Logan’s breathing grew heavier. He kept his hands clenched at his sides, refusing to touch her.

"Daenerys..." he said, voice low and strained. "Get off me. I’m not in the mood for this."

Daenerys let out a soft laugh against his neck.

Instead of listening, she pressed her hips down a little harder, letting her slick folds drag slowly from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.

"Liar," she whispered. "You’re so hard already. I can feel your cock twitching under me."

She pulled back slightly so she could look at his face. Her eyes were half-lidded with lust.

She reached up and slowly traced her fingers along his jaw, then down his neck.

"You don’t have to touch me if you don’t want to," she said softly. "Just sit there. Let me do everything."

Daenerys leaned forward again and kissed his neck. This time she sucked lightly on his skin, leaving a small mark. Her hips never stopped moving.

The wet sounds of her pussy rubbing against his clothed cock were becoming louder in the quiet apartment.

After a few minutes, she reached down between them and slowly unbuttoned his pants. Logan tensed.

"Daenerys, stop—"

She ignored him. She pulled his zipper down carefully and reached inside. Her soft, warm hand wrapped around his hard cock and pulled it out.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips when she felt how stiff and hot he was.

"Look at this..." she murmured. "So big and hard for me."

She didn’t stroke him fast. Instead, she held his cock upright and pressed it against her soaked pussy.

She slid her wet slit along his bare shaft, coating him with her juices. Up and down. Very slowly. Very deliberately.