Chapter 90: Too Big Too Handle

Nyx held nothing back now.

All restraint, all composure, every last trace of the cool, controlled Royal Advisor melted away the moment her lips touched his colossal cock.

She lavished it with unrestrained adoration, like a little girl who had discovered her most treasured, favorite toy.

Wide-eyed, fascinated, utterly possessed.

She started at the tip, pressing gentle, reverent kisses all over the swollen head, her lips soft and warm.

“Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~”

Tiny beads of pre-cum welled up from the slit, glistening in the light and at first she hesitated, expecting the taste to be strange or unpleasant, but curiosity and raw desire won out.

Her tongue darted out, lapping delicately at the clear fluid.

Lick!

The moment it touched her tongue, her eyes fluttered.

Far from disgusting, it carried a potent, masculine flavor—salty, musky, deeply arousing.

It also made a heat surge through her body, pooling low in her belly and making her thighs clench.

A soft moan escaped her as she licked again, more eagerly this time, gathering every drop into her mouth like it was nectar.

“Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~”

Emboldened, she pulled gently at the thick foreskin, exposing more of the sensitive head. She then kissed it again and again, then grazed it lightly with her teeth—tiny, playful nips that made the shaft twitch powerfully in her hands.

She showered it with love, lips and tongue worshiping every ridge and contour.

“Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

Then she moved lower, trailing wet kisses down the endless length of the shaft. Her fascination especially was fixed on the thick, pulsing veins that laced its surface.

One by one, she traced them with her lips—kissing, licking, sucking lightly at each raised ridge as though mapping sacred runes.

“Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~

Up and down, up and down she went, until the entire monstrous length glistened with her saliva, slick and shining.

Out of sheer curiosity, she tried to bite one of the veins gently—just to feel its texture—but the shaft was so impossibly hard that her teeth met unyielding steel.

She pulled back with a breathless laugh, realizing her own teeth would give out long before it did.

Instead, she simply licked broader, flatter strokes, painting every inch in long, wet swaths of saliva until it gleamed.

But even that wasn’t enough.

With impatient hands, she tugged his pants and underwear lower, freeing everything. Then she grasped the base of his cock and lifted it upward, revealing the heavy sack beneath.

Nyx’s breath caught audibly.

His balls were ginormous—two heavy, swollen orbs hanging low and full, each easily the size of a ripe plum, maybe larger.

They looked like sacks brimming with something precious, something vital and she stared in open wonder, unable to fathom how he’d even fit this entire package into ordinary underwear.

Unable to resist her growing, filthy desire, Nyx dragged her tongue in one long, broad lick along the underside of his shaft before descending further.

She nuzzled into his balls, soft and warm compared to the iron rod above, and began licking them with careful, delicate strokes.

“Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~”

Despite how lewd—how outright degrading—the act should have felt, her body craved it instinctively.

Something deep and primal urged her on: these were the source, the seat of his virility, and a woman’s body knew to worship that source.

And out of sheer lust, she even took one heavy orb into her mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling, then switched to the other, all while both hands stroked the towering shaft above in steady rhythm.

“Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~”

Wet, obscene sounds filled the quiet space—soft pops as she released each ball from her lips, slick strokes of her palms, her own ragged breathing.

If anyone from the village saw her now—the proud, elegant Nyx on her knees, eagerly sucking and slurping at a man’s balls like a wanton slut—her reputation would shatter instantly.

But in this moment, she didn’t care.

She was lost in it, genuinely reveling in every second, driven by the need to satisfy her Hero.

And right now, at the moment, she fully expected to look up and see Luca undone—face flushed, eyes glazed, moaning helplessly from the sheer intensity of her efforts.

That was what she wanted to see.

To see him lose his cool and unravel in front of her.

But when she finally pulled back, lips shiny with saliva, and glanced upward while still stroking his slick length…she froze in absolute shock.

Luca wasn’t writhing. He wasn’t moaning. His face wasn’t flushed with overwhelming pleasure.

Instead, he had a distant, dazed look like his mind was somewhere else entirely.

Seeing this disappointing reaction, Nyx stopped everything.

She pulled away from his now-glistening balls with a soft, wet sound and while her hands kept moving slowly up and down his shaft, she fixed him with an incredulous stare.

“What you’re doing right now is quite rude, you know.” She said, voice a mix of playful scolding and genuine exasperation.

Luca blinked, finally focusing on her.

“Here I am, pouring my absolute best into making you feel good, trying to make the great Hero that terrifies the entire human continent show even a little weakness.”

“I thought I could make you whimper, just a bit…and here you are sitting there like none of it’s affecting you at all. Like it’s not working.”

She gave the shaft a deliberate squeeze before adding in a threatening manner,

“Even if I’m not doing a good job, you could at least pretend to react a little, don’t you think, Hero?”

Luca stared at her for a second, then broke into a gentle, almost apologetic smile. He reached down and threaded his fingers tenderly through her dark hair, caressing her scalp in slow, soothing strokes.

“It’s not like that at all, Nyx.” He said softly. “I’m more than satisfied. I’m actually really pleased.”

He then guided both of her hands to the base of his cock, wrapping her fingers around it firmly.

“Here.” He murmured. “Feel this. Can you feel it twitching? Shaking a little?”

Nyx tightened her grip, focusing. Sure enough, the massive shaft pulsed and jerked subtly in her hands—restless, alive, barely contained.

“Yeah.” She admitted quietly. “It’s moving a little.”

“Exactly.” Luca said, voice low and warm. “That’s me holding back from coming right now. You’re so good—so incredibly good at licking and kissing and sucking that I’m already on the edge, and you haven’t even taken me fully into your mouth yet.”

“That should tell you just how satisfied I am. How amazing you’re doing.”

A deep, pleased blush spread across Nyx’s cheeks.

She looked almost shy for a moment, genuinely flattered by the praise of her skill—especially after how much effort she’d poured into pleasing him.

But then Luca’s expression shifted again—dreamy, slightly troubled, as he gazed off into the distance.

“It’s just…” He said slowly. “I can’t stop thinking about it. Everyone else in this world having such tiny penises…and me having something like this.”

He glanced down at the monstrous length throbbing in her hands, then back up at the ceiling.

“I can’t help but worry about my future.”

Hearing this statement that came out of nowhere, Nyx’s laughter erupted suddenly.

“Phft—! Hahahaha—!”

Bright, unrestrained, and utterly genuine.

She threw her head back, one hand still wrapped firmly around the base of his cock for balance as her shoulders shook with giggles.

It was the hardest, most joyful laugh she’d let out in years, echoing softly in the quiet space around them.

Luca blinked down at her, a mix of confusion and mild offense crossing his face.

“Hey!” He protested, voice laced with exaggerated hurt. “I’m having real worries here. I’m seriously thinking about the future, about what this means, about what I’m going to do. And you’re just…laughing at a man in crisis?”

“That’s rude, Nyx. Even for you.”

She finally caught her breath, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye as the laughter tapered into amused giggles. She then looked up at him, face flushed with confusion and astonishment.

“But what else am I supposed to do?”

She managed, voice still trembling with leftover laughter.

“I mean, I just told me your cock is absolutely massive. Unique. Something no other man in this entire world could ever hope to match.”

“Any other guy would be leaping for joy right now—jumping up and down, grinning like an idiot, bragging for the rest of his life. And honestly, I could make a man’s entire year with a compliment half that good.”

“But you?”

She shook her head, still grinning.

“You’re sitting here treating it like some tragic burden. Like the world is ending because your dick is too perfect. So, how can I not laugh?”

“You said it with such a serious face like it’s a real crisis. It’s hilarious. Anyone else would be laughing too.”

Luca let out a long, dramatic sigh, shaking his head as a reluctant smile tugged at his lips.

“You just…don’t understand.” He muttered. “You’re looking at this from a completely different perspective.”

Nyx tilted her head, eyes sparkling with curiosity and lingering amusement.

“Oh? Then what perspective should I be looking at it from?”

Luca opened his mouth to answer—then paused.

His gaze drifted downward, settling on his still-throbbing, saliva-slick cock resting heavily against her hand.

“We’ll get to that in a moment.” He said, voice dropping into something lower, needier. “But first…can you start taking it into your mouth already?”

“You’ve been teasing me forever—kissing, licking, sucking my balls and as much as I enjoy it…I don’t want to come just from that.”

“I want to feel your mouth around my cock. So, please go ahead and grant my request.”

Nyx’s amused expression melted into a slow, sultry smile at his honesty. And wanting to appease him, she leaned forward obediently, lips parting as she pressed them against the swollen, glistening head.

Gulp!

But the moment she tried to take him in, her eyes widened—she struggled immediately.

The sheer thickness stretched her lips obscenely wide, and she gagged almost instantly, a soft choke escaping as the tip barely breached her mouth.

“Mmm—! Nnn—!”

Fortunately for her, Luca reacted quickly, both hands gently cupping the sides of her head. He eased her back, letting her catch her breath.

“Slowly.” He murmured, voice calm and guiding. “Don’t rush it. You’ll choke. Just…take your time.”

He then guided her forward again—gentle, controlled—pushing just enough for the head to slip past her lips before pulling her back, then forward again. Slow, rhythmic bobbing.

“Just like that.” He encouraged, fingers threading through her hair. “Just like that. Swirl your tongue around…ease down a little further each time.”

Nyx followed his lead perfectly. Her hands gripped the base for stability as she began sucking up and down in steady motions, tongue lashing eagerly along the underside, circling the ridge, teasing the sensitive slit.

“Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~”

Wet, lewd sounds filled the air as saliva coated more and more of his length, while Luca let out a low, approving groan.

“Just like that, Nyx…fuck, just like that.”

Satisfied that she’d found her rhythm, he continued the earlier conversation—voice slightly rougher now, breath hitching occasionally as her mouth worked him.

“If you told any other man in this world that his cock was even a little above average—say the usual two or three inches here, and you told him ’wow, yours is actually four inches’—he’d be ecstatic. Jumping around like he’d won the goddess’s personal blessing.”

Nyx glanced up at him—eyes half-lidded, cheeks hollowed, lips stretched wide around his girth—an utterly erotic sight as her tongue kept swirling.

“But me?” Luca went on, one hand still resting gently on her head. “It’s not just an extra inch or two. I’m probably five times the average here. Maybe more.”

“Not just in length—thickness too. If most guys are working with something pencil-thin at that size…then yeah.”

He exhaled shakily as she took him a fraction deeper.

“That’s exactly why I’m worried. I’m scared I’ve got too big a cock for this entire world.”

Nyx’s eyes crinkled with amusement again, even as her tongue kept working diligently along his shaft.

“I’m afraid that if I ever try anything with a woman here, it just…won’t fit.”

He admitted, voice tinged with genuine concern.

“Not even the tip. Or if the tip goes in, it’ll hurt too much and she won’t be able to take it. The women here might have completely different physiology—smaller, tighter, built for those tiny sizes. And if that’s true…”

He let out a soft, almost comical groan, half pleasure from her mouth, half exasperation.

“Then it’d be such a waste. I came here to save the world, sure—but I don’t mind having a little fun along the way. I’d literally cry if I couldn’t enjoy myself with an elf, or a slime girl, or anyone…just because my dick is too damn big for this world.”

“Or maybe, just maybe.” He shook his head like it was a nightmare situation. “Just like how the men are small down there—the women also have small, tiny privates to accommodate them.”

“That’s…honestly my biggest worry right now.”

Nyx finally pulled back with a wet, gasping breath, lips glistening and swollen, a thin strand of saliva breaking as she lifted her head.

Her chest heaved slightly from the effort of taking him as deep as she had, but her eyes were bright with curiosity as they met his worried gaze.

“Tell me something, Hero…” She said, voice husky from exertion. “Back in your world…how big were women’s private parts? Were the entrances large? Small? Tight? Loose?”

She gave his slick shaft a slow, teasing stroke.

“Give me some idea, as if you describe it, I might be able to tell you whether your fears are founded—whether the physiology here really is that different from what you’re used to.”

Luca blinked, a little thrown by the directness of the question. He lifted one hand, forming a loose circle with his fingers as if trying to indicate a rough size, then immediately shook his head with an awkward chuckle.

“I…I can’t really describe a woman’s vagina like that.”

He admitted, while looking slightly embarrassed.

“It’s not like measuring a penis. It’s not just one simple number. There’s the outer lips, the inner lips, how small or stretched the entrance is, how deep it can go, how elastic everything is.”

“It varies a lot even among women in my world. Some are tighter, some more accommodating.”

“It’s…complicated.”

And hearing this, Nyx’s eyes gleamed with sudden mischief as she got a idea.

A sly smile, almost impish curved across her lips as the idea clearly took hold.

She leaned forward again, close enough that her warm breath ghosted over the sensitive, saliva-slick head of his cock.

Her voice dropped to a sultry, tempting murmur.

“What if…” She said softly, letting the words hang in the air. “…I showed you mine?”

Luca’s breath hitched, while Nyx’s smile widened at the reaction, her fingers still lazily stroking him as she held his gaze.

“What if I let you see it right now? Spread myself open for you, let you look as close as you want…touch, if you need to.”

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“Then you could compare. See for yourself whether the women here are really that different from the ones in your world. Whether this village elf…”

She gave his cock another pump.

“…can actually take a blessing as monstrous as yours.”

She let the offer linger, her fingers still lazily stroking him, eyes never leaving his.

“So…what do you say, Hero? Want to find out first-hand just how well this world can handle you?”

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