Elara

The man settles into the heavy oak chair, his presence a dark, looming mountain over the candlelit table. He reaches out, his large, calloused hand encircling Elara’s thick, muscular waist with ease. To her, his fingers are like massive, warm bands of iron; to him, she is a voluptuous, heavy-duty prize no larger than his own forearm. "A Guardian’s mouth should be just as disciplined as her blade," he says, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that shakes the very wood she stands on. "Show me the 'Golden' quality of your service." Elara has no choice but to comply. She is forced to approach the man, her thick, tree-trunk thighs trembling as she moves toward the edge of the table. The size difference is catastrophic; she is facing an obstacle that is nearly as large and wide as her entire athletic frame Elara’s jaw is unhinged to its absolute anatomical limit, the pale, regular skin at the corners of her mouth pulling white and translucent from the strain. She has to use her small, muscular hands to physically pry her own cheeks wider, her fingers digging into her skin to create even a fraction of the space required The pressurized silence of the cottage is drowned out by the thick, wet slurping as her miniature, supple lips fail to maintain a seal. Every time she tries to take an inch, the air is forced out in guttural, rhythmic gags and snotty, wet gasps. The sound is raw and unrefined—the sound of a voluptuous powerhouse being physically overwhelmed Because she is so small, her entire face is buried, her silken blonde hair getting caught in the thick, messy friction of the act. She has to plant her thick, tree-trunk thighs wide on the oak table just to keep from being pushed backward by the sheer weight of him The man’s heavy hand remains firmly on the back of her head, a mountain of pressure that ignores her jagged, whistling breaths. He drives forward, forcing her to accommodate the "full-capacity" intrusion. Elara’s throat responds with heavy, rhythmic spasms, a series of deep, muffled choking sounds echoing as her melodic voice is reduced to needy, animalistic whimpers