Chapter 215: ‘Excalibur’ (Not the true holy sword, but nothing less either :p)

Hearing those words Hilda couldn't help but divert her eyes, and attention to that special part of Eric that she had been grazing with her eyes until now.

This was the first time she was going to have a look at his 'weapon' and she had a lot of expectations about it.

She had been trying to steal some glimpses of its might by looking at the bulges created in Eric's pants, but this guy was just too good with his self-control.

He had never even once lost his self-control in her presence, and she had no idea what to expect!

It was a messed-up situation, as she had expectations, and not having an idea of what to expect at the same time! Besides messed up what else could one call this situation?

Even now there didn't seem to be any big reaction in that area, there was no bulge on his pants whatsoever.

Could it be that he didn't possess a sword but just a pocket knife!? That couldn't be right!? Her luck would be just too laughable then!

Since she was admitting that she was in a way selling herself to him, the least she could expect was to have someone that could pleasure her, right!?

Otherwise, her already humiliating and cheap decision would be even worse for her. Then she wouldn't even know if she should laugh or cry at her shitty luck.

As those thoughts surfaced on her mind, she seemed to be a bit fearful and hesitant, she had yet to truly offer herself to him, so she could still retreat, and try to look for someone else!

Well, at least that was what she thought for a fleeting moment. But who was she trying to deceive with that thought, there was no way Eric was going to let her retreat now!

She could only brace herself to accept whatever fate she had, as she moved from her place, and approached closer to Eric's position, and then got on her knees in front of him.

Right now, her face was in level with his weapon, but there was yet to be seen any reaction! Apparently, her rotten thought was correct, he truly possessed just a pocket knife.

Her damned, and rotten luck, nothing seemed to be going well for her in life. She was only living misfortune after misfortune.

Well, there was nothing she could do about it now, there was no way for the lithe, and delicate stalk she was to confront the heavy and ruthless winds of this world.

She needed support if she wanted to have even a small chance of surviving, so she could do nothing but seek a warm thigh for support, even if that thigh wouldn't give her the pleasure she asked for.

So, with trembling hands, she managed to open up his belt, the button on his pants, and then pull the zipper to unzip Eric's pants.

As she did that though, her overthinking brain managed to discover something she hadn't noticed until now, Eric was wearing higher size pants.

His pants were bigger by at least 2 sizes, as in front of her a big black tent appeared, with a big sword that seemed to be wanting to pierce through the tent.

It was so big that it seemed like its shadow would be able to fall all over her face, and down her throat.

Just looking at that, her heart started racing like never before, all her previous thoughts were thrown out of existence, as her blood started to boil, and her love juices returned once again in full strength.

Everything had taken such a sudden turn in such a short time, just one look was enough to completely change her thoughts.

No matter what, she had to accept that it not only was out of her expectations, but it also went further beyond them.

Not only did Eric possess a great sword, but the one he had even had the premises to be the holy sword 'Excalibur'!

As that thought was born inside her mind, she couldn't control herself anymore, as she immediately used her hands to grab on his boxers, and pull them down to reveal the 'holy sword'.

The moment the sword appeared in front of her, she couldn't help but have her jaw on the floor, as the two ladies behind her were in the same position.

Nobody knew what they were thinking right now, but most probably it was on lines like, how big that was, would it even fit, or how much would it hurt!

As the three ladies were lost in their thoughts, Eric had a devilish grin on his face, as he said with a teasing voice,

"So, what do you think ladies!? I hope I haven't failed your expectations have I!?"

The three ladies were so wrapped up in their thoughts, and imaginations that they weren't even able to wake up from those words, as they could only nod with their heads.

It didn't take much of an effort to understand that they were more than satisfied by what they were looking at, in fact, they were thrilled about it.

Eric didn't say anything more, as he was just enjoying their looks with a sense of pride, after all, who wouldn't!? Even Immortals, and Gods most probably held a soft spot for their manhood, and its pride!

But he couldn't let them just stare at it all the time either, as he looked at Hilda with his devilish grin, and said,

"My, my! How long are you planning to stay there just looking at it!? Shouldn't you start tasting it now!? We have a lot of work to do, after all!"

This time Hilda was able to wake up from her overwhelmed state, as she immediately said in a close to being hypnotized state,

"Yes, you are right Young Master! Well then 'Itadakimasu'!"

With that said, she immediately opened her mouth took it inside, as far as she could reach, even though she could only take up to a bit more than half on her first try.

Eric had been worried that her mouth wouldn't have been wet enough, as it might make the whole thing bitter displeasure for him, but it didn't seem to be a problem.

her mouth was salivating, she seemed to be so expectant of that, that if she hadn't done it at that point, she might even be drooling a moment later.

Taking that thing inside her throat totally awakened Hilda from her stupor, as she felt frustrated that she wasn't able to go further than she had.

But she wasn't depressed though as right now it was only touching her throat, she was more than confident that she could take even more of that inside her throat.

So, she took it out, gave it a few licks, and sucks, as she did her best to take as much as she could down her throat once again.

This time she was able to pass the first hurdle, and she was able to take inside her more than 3 quarters, and if one looked at her, they would see a little swollen part on her throat.

Eric had to accept that this secretary of his that his father-in-law had gifted him was truly well educated about this, and was really good.

On the other hand, Hilda seemed to have taken this whole deal as a challenge to her skills and confidence, as she was trying to get more and more of that thing down her throat.

She tried it whole, she liked the sword down to its handle as much as she could, sucked on it, regulated her breathing as much as she could, but still, she could only go close to its end, never reach it.

She was frustrated by this fact, she was frustrated that she didn't seem able to take it all down her throat, but most importantly she didn't seem close to making him climax.

If there was one thing she was confident in, was her skills, yet in such a moment her skills seemed nothing special, how could she not be frustrated.

As she was feeling like that, she heard Eric say with his usual voice of earlier,

"Why don't you use those big melons of yours too? I am sure they feel just as they look!"

It wasn't that she hadn't thought about it, it was just that she thought she didn't think it was necessary.

Even if she was taking such a direct approach with Eric, she still held some thoughts of rebellion, and superiority in the deepest parts of her mind.

So, while this seemed nothing more than her servicing her Master with her mouth, it was in fact a game of dominance.

Sexual dominance!

She was trying to use her skills, and abilities to show her dominance, and make him feel unable to get pleasure from any other woman but her.

That was also a big reason why she felt so frustrated right now, her biggest tramp card seemed to be useless in front of Eric at this moment.

Well it wasn't like this was all she had to offer, but she could feel it that slowly but surely, she was losing ground with him, and she didn't like this in the least.

Still, there was nothing she could do right now, but to continue with his suggestion, as she held her melons high with her hands, and positioned them on each side of his greatsword 'Excalibur'!

At that moment, it truly looked like the legendary 'Excalibur' that was stuck on the stone, waiting for the fated Hero to pick it up from there, and the hero didn't tarry either, as soon the sword was engulfed…