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

The overwhelming sight sent blood rushing straight to Logan’s cock. He stood frozen in the doorway, heart hammering against his ribs.

Exhaustion from the fight and teleportation still clung to him, but it was nothing compared to the storm of emotions crashing through his mind right now. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Daenerys...?" His voice came out rough, uncertain.

She crawled closer, hips swaying sensually with every movement, her full breasts hanging heavily beneath her, nipples flushed and tugged by the silver clamps.

The leash attached to her collar swayed like an invitation.

When she reached his feet, she sat back on her heels, looked up at him with those smoldering emerald eyes, and smiled, soft, needy, and dangerously seductive.

"Master... you’ve been gone so long," she whispered, her voice like warm honey. "I prepared everything for you."

Logan swallowed hard. His hands twitched at his sides, but he didn’t reach for her. "This... this isn’t what I expected when I came home. You’re... fuck, you look..."

He couldn’t finish the sentence. His eyes kept betraying him, drinking in every inch of her naked body, the way the candlelight painted her smooth porcelain skin in shades of red and gold, the gentle curve of her waist flaring into wide, fertile hips, and the unmistakable sheen of wetness coating her inner thighs.

Daenerys didn’t wait for him to decide. She rose slightly on her knees, pressing her soft cheek against the growing bulge in his pants, nuzzling it lovingly.

"You’re tired," she murmured, lips brushing over the fabric. "Let me take care of you tonight."

Her fingers worked slowly, almost reverently, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down.

Logan’s thick cock sprang free, heavy and already rock-hard. A soft, pleased sound escaped her throat at the sight.

"Daenerys... wait—" Logan’s breath hitched as she wrapped her delicate hand around his shaft, stroking him with slow, teasing movements.

Her grip was perfect, warm, firm, and maddeningly gentle.

"Shhh," she cooed, looking up at him through long lashes. "You don’t have to do anything. Just let me worship you."

She leaned forward and dragged her tongue slowly from the base of his cock all the way to the swollen tip, savoring the taste of him.

Logan groaned, one hand instinctively moving to her silky black hair before he caught himself and hesitated again.

Daenerys noticed. She smiled softly against his cock and took him into her mouth, not rushing, but sinking down inch by inch until her lips kissed the base.

The wet heat of her throat enveloped him completely. She held him there, humming softly, letting her tongue massage the underside while she looked straight into his eyes.

Logan’s legs trembled slightly. "god... you’re really doing this..."

She began to move, bobbing her head in long, sensual strokes. Every time she pulled back, her tongue swirled around the head.

Every time she took him deep, she moaned around his length, the vibrations traveling straight through him.

Her heavy breasts swayed with the rhythm, the nipple clamps catching the light with every movement.

After several minutes of her devoted sucking, Daenerys pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock.

She stood gracefully, pressing her naked body against his clothed chest. The heat radiating from her skin was intoxicating.

"Touch me, Master," she whispered against his ear, guiding one of his hands to her breast. "I’ve been aching for you all evening."

Logan’s fingers flexed around the soft, heavy flesh. Her nipple was burning hot under the clamp.

When he gave an experimental tug, Daenerys moaned loudly, her body shuddering against him.

She took his other hand and slowly slid it between her thighs. Logan’s fingers met slick, scorching heat.

She was soaked, dripping down his fingers as she ground against his hand shamelessly.

"Feel how wet I am for you?" she breathed, biting her lower lip. "I’ve been edging myself for hours, waiting for you to come home."

Logan’s breathing grew ragged. He wanted her badly, but something in him still held back — the shock of seeing her like this, the lingering tension from the shadow attack, the knowledge that something dangerous was stirring in the city.

Daenerys sensed his hesitation. She gently pushed him backward until he sat on the edge of the couch in the parlor, then climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her soaked pussy rested right against his throbbing cock, sliding along the length without taking him inside yet.

"Look at me," she whispered, cupping his face with both hands. She rolled her hips slowly, coating his shaft with her slickness. "I’m yours tonight. Use me however you want... but only when you’re ready."

She leaned in and kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding into his mouth while she continued those slow, torturous rolls of her hips.

Her clamped nipples brushed against his chest with every movement, making her whimper into the kiss.

Logan’s hands finally moved on their own, gripping her plump ass, squeezing the soft flesh as she ground on him. Daenerys smiled into the kiss, encouraged.

She broke the kiss and leaned back slightly, reaching down to position the thick head of his cock at her entrance. She didn’t sink down immediately.

Instead, she teased him, rubbing the tip back and forth over her clit and dripping folds, letting just the head stretch her slightly before pulling back again.

"Tell me when you want to be inside me," she purred, voice dripping with lust. "I can wait as long as you need... even if it drives me crazy."

Logan’s grip on her ass tightened. His cock twitched desperately against her heat. He was breathing hard, torn between exhaustion, lingering caution, and overwhelming desire.

Daenerys kept moving, slow and sensual, her perfect body glowing in the candlelight as she waited for him to finally give in.

The room was thick with tension and the sweet scent of rose and jasmine. Daenerys’s soft moans and the wet sounds of her grinding against him filled the air.

She wasn’t rushing him — she was seducing him, drawing him deeper into her web with every roll of her hips and every needy whisper.

Finally... Logan was unable to control himself.

Logan snapped!