When A Ghoul Falls In Love

Her rosy face is such a delightful sight.

His sweet addiction bites her lower lip nervously. She folds her fingers and glances at the door. A hint of fear and shame flicker in her eyes. Nell turns her head toward him. "Why do you get a hard-on anywhere at any time?"

"My sweet wife, you make it get up anywhere at any time for you." He pushes the blame on her. Honestly, this hard-on is a bit of a problem. There are his siblings in this mansion. Of course, he can't let them see his bulge. "What should I do?"

Eli Sanguine sighs, giving her a side-long glance. What will she do? Will she let him do it now? If she's worried about the place, he can cast a spell to make a bed of shadows for her. 

"Fine," Nell utters with a low voice. "I am sort of your wife. Let's deal with this problem before we face other problems."

His eyes shine brightly. "Yes, we should definitely deal with this problem first. Nothing is more important than this."

Nell rolls her eyes, removing her clothes. "I don't know how you managed to stay v.i.r.g.i.n when you get turned on so easily."

His eyes brighten up, eyeing her firm mounds hungrily. Eli leans closer to her, ready for a dessert, appetizer, and dinner if possible. 

Nonetheless, his lips never reach her. Nell slams her hand on his face, pushing him away from her. "Stand up straight."

"Stand?" Not able to understand the meaning of her words, Eli blinks his eyes slowly, and w.h.i.n.es, "My Sweet Addiction, you said that it's fine. But it's really not fine if you cover your body and make me stand n.a.k.e.d in front of you."

"Eli Sanguine, I will take care of it." She lets out an exasperated sigh. "Stand up, will you? It's not comfortable for me otherwise. You are too tall."

"If you say so," He grumbles as he stands up straight, curious about what she will do. "If you want me to become shorter--"

He pauses when he sees her sitting on her knees, pulling her hair back. The curve of her pale smooth neck is waiting for him. Eli reaches for her, wanting to suckle on her delicious skin. Just then, she curls her fingers around his hardened member and c.o.c.ks her head slightly to her right, running her warm and moist tongue on the tip of his c.o.c.k.

Eli freezes on the spot when a jolt of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e surges through his veins, crashing against the roof of his skull. He croaks, "Nell…"

"Let me help you with this," Nell tells him with a honeyed voice. Her eyes are fixed on his. "Hold my hair for me."

There's a certain command in that tone. Eli grabs her soft hair, preventing them from falling on her face. She cups her left bosom and massages it slowly as she licks the tip of his c.o.c.k in a slow and tantalizing way. Eli's eyes darken, holding her hair tighter unintentionally. She lets out a whimper, giving him a look of complaint but she doesn't stop. 

"It's too long and thick," She murmurs, eyeing it with a tint of greed in her eyes, taking it as a challenge. 

Eli's mouth is dry. His wife is just… There's no one like her. 

"I will eat it today, Ghoul." Nell lets out a chuckle when he inhales sharply. "If I had known that this could shut you up easily, I might have done it a long ago."

"N-Nell." Eli m.o.a.ns when she takes it inside her mouth, only half of it, gliding her tongue around it. Her mouth is hot and moist, s.u.c.k.i.n.g him in and out. Each time she takes it in her mouth, she lets it go deeper into her throat. Eli feels his c.o.c.k swelling more inside her when she increases the paces.

Nell runs her fingers on his s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e balls, playing with them as she massages her left peak hard. Listening to his ragged breathing and m.o.a.ns, she closes her eyes and rubs herself between her legs. Her wetness is trailing down on her t.h.i.g.hs. His fingers dig into her hair as his h.i.p.s start moving with the rhythm of her mouth. 

She can take him. Nell swallows all of his hardness in her mouth. The tip of his member hits the back of her throat. She releases him right away, tasting something salty. His member is slathered with her saliva. She looks up at him. His face is bright crimson. He's watching her with eyes full of hard d.e.s.i.r.e, heaving his c.h.e.s.t up and down, panting for air. 

"Why are you not coming?" She scowls at him. "I tasted your prec.u.m… but there's nothing after that."

"I-I…" What can he say? He's even harder than before. Eli has never done this before. On top of it, she has made it worse. "Wife, I…"

"Damn." She wipes her mouth, looking at his hardened member. "I am horny."

The ghoul gapes at her when he hears her. Is this a confession of her love for him?

"Touch yourself." She moves away from him, lying on the floor; and then she parts her legs, holding his excited gaze. "No, we aren't f.u.c.k.i.n.g each other now. I will touch myself and you will touch yourself."

"Nell… you…" Eli stops talking when she puts her two fingers between her legs while she fondles her bosom with her left hand. Frozen on the spot, he can't stop himself from looking. 

Between her parted lower lips, the rosy bud is being rubbed furiously. Her hole is opened like an enticing flower, glistening with wetness. He hasn't expected himself to go harder than he already has been. But this is his wife. She can make him do anything.

She licks her lips, widening her legs further to let him see more of her. Her eyes are playful, challenging, and compelling at the same time. He can't take a step and yet, he's dying to do it. 

"Touch." Her voice is hoarse. "Eli Sanguine, give me a show."