“As enjoyable as this is, you’re going to have to put my entire cock in your mouth if you expect me to finish in it,” he chides, his large hand settling on my head.
The weight of his hand makes it hard for me to raise my head, and I start choking on his length, the ridged head pushing into the back of my throat painfully. My hand hovers over his thigh. I don’t want to give up, but I may not have a choice.
“Swallow, little human girl,” he instructs gently. “Open your throat for me. It may be difficult the first time, but you’re more than capable.”
I don’t remember this part of the whispered naughtiness between the older girls in Troona. But if he expects it, then it must be possible. Even if he’s never had a human in his bed before, I’m sure he would know if it wasn’t something human girls can do.
I swallow desperately, feeling him sink deeper into my throat, his hand still making it difficult to pull back. This is much more difficult than I realized. Maybe I should give up and tap his thigh. Admit I’m too weak.
No. Troona Clover didn’t know how, but Zrogmul Clover uses her weakness to her advantage.
I look up at him with determination in my eyes, meeting his dark stare. Then I swallow more, my lips going down his length. I feel him throb in my throat and he groans. He relaxes his hand, just enough for me to pull back.
I catch my breath, then swallow him again, almost greedily, and that’s enough for another delicious taste of his seed. I don’t stop my whimpers when it’s rough. I don’t hold back my gags or my distress. I let him see every bit of my weakness as I struggle to please him.
“Good girl,” he praises, tightening his grip on my scalp and pushing the last few inches into my mouth.
He holds me there until I raise my hand to tap his thigh, then his grip loosens. I get a moment to breathe, realizing I have more control here than I initially understood. He doesn’t want me toquit. He wants me to finish what I started. I’ve offered him my mouth, and I want to give it to him.
“Keep your throat open. I want to fuck it,” he commands, letting me breathe for a moment before thrusting into my mouth.
He holds my head in place and rolls his hips, driving his length into my throat. I quickly learn to time my swallows. My breaths. My control has now narrowed to a hand resting on his thigh, ready to tap furiously if this becomes too much.
But he’s throbbing harder. Grunting louder. He’s getting closer to his release. All I have to do is trust him. Endure the rough parts. Remember I can stop him if I need to.
After several minutes of having my mouth ravaged by his thick cock, I start to feel the rhythm. The roughness doesn’t terrify me, once I get used to it. I start whining and groaning, rubbing my thighs together. I’m gettingarousedagain.
“You’re getting used to tasting my seed,” he growls. “Your body is already reacting to it. There’s a lot more coming, don’t worry.”
I feel a twinge of panic in my stomach. Am I going to have to swallowallof it? I may not even have to swallow it all. My lips are stretched around the cock that’s in my throat. If the throbs I feel mean he’s as close as I think he is, some of it will be in my belly before I get achanceto swallow.
“Mmph, mmmph,” I gurgle with concern, feeling his movements get more erratic.
“Fuck!” he roars, his grip tightening and pushing until my lips are against his balls and his entire huge cock is down my throat.
He grabs my hair, holds my head, and plows into my throat while I choke. It only takes a few seconds of hard thrustingbefore my mouth is flooded by his seed, some of it seeping past my compressed lips. But that’s just a fraction of his release. I feel several eruptions into my stomach, then I start swallowing it, almost like I’m in a daze, the taste so incredible I feel like I could devour it for weeks and never need to breathe.
“That’s it, little human girl. You wanted me to use your mouth,” he croons. “Now you get to find out what you offered me.”
I just keep sucking and swallowing, like my body doesn’t know how to stop doing it. I don’t need oxygen right now. I’m not sure why. I should need to breathe, but the need is just missing. Cum is dribbling down my chin, but I don’t have the willpower to wipe it away.
“This part only lasts a few minutes,” he groans his words while in the midst of his orgasm. “There’s thewarningyou like so much.”
He just keeps erupting in my mouth, every throb of pleasure making me groan helplessly on his cock. If I don’t swallow on my own, my mouth fills up until the daze makes me swallow it all. Then another eruption starts filling my mouth again.
At least I know I’m not going to asphyxiate and die, thinking I no longer need to breathe. This is a side effect of his release. Getting so much of it at once, perhaps. I can certainly feel it in my system. I might be more aroused now than I was before I felt his tongue.
He doesn’t seem overwhelmed with pleasure, but he’s certainly enjoying it. Every time I gulp down more of his seed, his cock twitches in my mouth. He grunts. His muscles tense and shudder. I moan around his cock then get my mouth filled with another burst of thick cum.
Finally, after several minutes pass, his cock begins to go limp. I get control of my body and I’m able to pull back, immediately gasping for air. More seed trickles from the head of his cock and I can’t resist licking it off.
“You could have… warned me… a lot earlier… about that,” I breathe out, looking up at him.
“Wouldn’t have stopped you now, would it?” he chuckles dryly.
“No,” I admit, looking down.
“Spread your legs,” he growls, sitting up. “I can already smell how turned on you are. You won’t always get this needy after you taste me, but you will until you get more used to it.”