My world to Free-use

**Chapter 243**

I adjusted my clothes, gave Elara a deep bow, and turned toward the door. The conversation was finished, so there was no need for me to stay.

I had taken two steps when her voice cut through the office, calm and absolute.

“Where are you going?”

I stopped and looked back. Elara remained seated behind the desk, posture perfect, expression as sharp and unreadable as ever. Valeria stood silently near the wall, eyes lowered, the faint flush from earlier still visible on her cheeks.

“I believed we were done, my lady.”

“We are not.” Elara’s gaze did not waver. “Come here.”

There was no room for refusal in her tone. I walked back to the desk. She watched me the entire way, then spoke again, voice even.

“Valeria. Leave us.”

The busty GILF maid bowed once and exited without a word, closing the door behind her. The wards on the room settled into a deeper quiet.

Elara rose from her chair with deliberate grace. She stepped around the desk, stopped directly in front of me, and looked down at the front of my trousers with the same assessing stare she used when examining a battlefield report.

“I saw what your family was doing to you when I entered your room,” she said. “All three of them on their knees. Taking turns. Working together.” Her eyes lifted to mine. “I have seen Valeria do the same before, but that felt… different.”

She sank to her knees with controlled elegance without even giving me a hint, the movement smooth and unhurried. Her hands, cool, precise, and steady, reached up and opened my trousers. She freed my cock, expecting it to be hard, but it was just a normal stub. As I said, she didn’t even give me a hint. She glanced at me sharply, and I immediately activated the state of completion, and my dick hardened in a second, still with the lingering taste of Valeria and the memory of the morning. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Her grip was firm, almost clinical at first, stroking slowly from base to head as she studied it.

“Do you like doing this with your family?” she asked, voice calm even as her thumb brushed over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of precum that had already formed. “Having your mother and sisters treat you like that?”

I exhaled slowly. “Yes.”

Elara leaned in. Her breath ghosted over the tip before her lips parted and took me in. The heat of her mouth was immediate and intense. She did not tease. She sank down steadily until the head pressed against the back of her throat, then further, throat relaxing with practiced control as if she had done this a thousand times before, until her nose nearly touched my navel.

“Gluck…”

She held herself there for several long seconds, throat fluttering around me, before pulling back with a wet sound. A thick strand of saliva connected her lips to my cock. She stroked me with one hand while she spoke again, voice slightly rougher now.

“How does it feel when I do it compared to them?”

I looked down at her. Elara on her knees was a rare sight, black hair with those faint silver streaks framing her sharp, still-composed face, lips glossy, eyes half-lidded but fully focused. I reached down and brushed my fingers through her hair, then cupped the side of her face, thumb tracing the high line of her cheekbone.

“Tighter,” I answered honestly. “More deliberate. They are eager. You are… precise.”

A faint, almost approving sound left her throat, as if it was only obvious that she was better than them. She took me back into her mouth, deeper this time, and began to move in earnest. One hand stroked what her lips could not reach; the other rested on my thigh, fingers pressing lightly as if measuring my reactions. Her tongue worked in slow, firm strokes along the underside while she bobbed, taking me into her throat on every other descent.

“Slurp… gluck… mmh…”

I let my hand slide from her cheek into her hair, not forcing, simply holding as she worked. My other hand traced the elegant line of her neck, feeling the subtle movement of her throat each time she swallowed me down. Elara’s free hand left my thigh and rose to rest against my stomach, fingers spreading as if claiming the space.

She pulled off again, lips shiny, a thin trail of spit running down her chin. She stroked me steadily while she looked up.

“Your mother takes you the deepest,” she observed, almost conversationally. “The youngest is the greediest. The older sister is careful.” Her hand squeezed firmly at the base. “And do you like it when they talk while doing this? I don’t see any reason behind it.”

Just how much she had observed in that short time.

“Sometimes.”

Elara hummed as if the answer was practical, then swallowed me down once more. This time she did not stop. She fucked her own throat on my cock with steady, deep strokes, one hand massaging my balls, the other braced against my thigh. No doubt, she had seen more than I thought in that short time. She was doing exactly what the three of them did combined.

I could feel every ripple of her throat, every controlled swallow. My fingers tightened in her hair. The other hand continued to caress her, tracing the line of her jaw, the soft skin beneath her ear, the swell of her breast through the fabric of her dress, while she worked me with the same focused intensity she brought to everything else.

The pressure built fast.

“My lady…”

She pulled off just long enough to speak, lips brushing the head.

“Are you about to release your essence? Release it in my mouth. I wish to taste it.”

She sank down again, throat opening fully, and I came hard. Thick pulses flooded her mouth. Elara stayed locked in place, swallowing steadily, throat working around me until every drop was gone. Only when I finished twitching did she slowly pull back, lips sealed, and swallow once more with deliberate care.

She rose to her feet with the same controlled grace while my dick began to shrivel, wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of one finger, and looked at me. Her lips were slightly swollen, glossy, and her breathing had deepened just enough to notice.

“Now,” she said, voice still rough from the throat-fucking, “it is time I felt how you do it. Properly.”

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