He brought the triangular tip of his cock to her lips, and she licked across the slit, a long crevasse compared to what she’d seen on Henri and Pierre. The ridges of lights glowed brighter as she tasted him, that bittersweet chocolate that she’d craved since the first moment he’d put his cock in her mouth.
“I need you to relax. Breathe normally, but keep your throat open and lax. I’m going to train that throat until I can fuck it just like your cunt. Nod if you understand.”
Isabelle nodded, though in all honesty she wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by training. It felt natural to obey, her urge to please and help others flaring with each instruction and praise.
“Use your tongue to work it into the back of your throat while I’m sliding it in. You’re going to tap myleg twice when you feel you’re going to gag, and we’ll pause and let you get accustomed to it. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded again.
“Relax that jaw, baby. Open your mouth nice and big.”
She stuck her tongue out as far as it could go, and he let out a low groan, petting her cheek tenderly.
“So fucking sweet. You were meant to be here with us.”
Rul slapped his cock against her tongue, the lewd act sending an erotic tremor through her. Slowly, he started sliding it in, the glowing ridges running across her lips as she dutifully held her mouth open for him. He gathered a fistful of her hair, guiding her until the angle was right.
When he hit the back of her throat, there was resistance, a tickle making her want to cough. She tapped his leg, and he stopped, holding himself steady.
“You’re doing so well. Such a good little plaything. Already farther than I expected, Bellinor is going to be very pleased with you.”
The praise was direct affirmation that she was on the right track, something she never got from the moon mother or any of the priestesses at the temple. With Celeste, it was always about what she was doing wrong, never what she could do right.
“Relax your throat. Make sure you’re breathing through your nose, and use your tongue to guide me,” Rul commanded, tightening his grip on her hair once again.
She tried her best, her eyes watering as his cock pushed past the resistance and slid into the tight cavern of her throat. She felt slippery lubricant easing his way and a slight numbing sensation, which stifled her gag reflex.
When she tapped his leg again, he paused, and she focused on breathing through her nose, letting her throat get accustomed to the pressure.
“You should be feeling the numbness by now, sweetheart,” Rul said, caressing her cheek with reverence. “It’s to help you give me what I want. I’m going to go a bit deeper, and then I’ll fuck your throat, and you’re going to take it.”
Isabelle jolted as she felt something graze her entrance, but Rul wrapped his other hand around her chin, holding her in place.
“That’s a little treat for you, but I need you to stay on the saddle.”
He nodded to his left side, and she followed the trail of his blue tail as it slid under the table, the heated triangular tip presumably prodding at her slick slit.
“Go ahead, grind down on it. It’s for your pleasure. I want you to feel good. I just hope you’re up for the challenge, because I expect you to keep that mouth open for me no matter what.”
Her jaw was already hurting, but she followed his instructions, rocking her hips slightly so her clit ground into the rubbery ridge she straddled. There was a pressure at her entrance as the tip of his tail pushed inside, so many sensations that it was getting difficult to concentrate. She moaned on his cock, hislength vibrating in her numbed throat as he groaned with pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need from me, just like I’m about to do to you.”
He gave her another moment to center herself, then pulled out, dragging slick slime along with his cock. She took in a breath, and he smiled sweetly before slamming back in, filling her mouth in one feral thrust.
Whatever he’d done to numb her throat was working wonders, though she still felt on the verge of gagging, tears burning down her cheeks with each stroke.
His tail pet along her inner walls, plunging in deeper and deeper until it was fucking her in time with his cock down her throat. Drool spilled from her chin, a sticky substance that pooled on the bench in front of her. Her brain felt delightfully foggy, focused only on what Rul wanted and doing her best to give it to him.
She couldn’t begin to worry about anything else, even if she tried.
“Look how hard you’re working, all to please me. You feel so good, Isabelle, like your throat was created just for my cock to choke it. So beautiful, with tears running down your cheeks.”
The praise urged her on, renewing her effort to stifle her gag reflex as her cunt clenched around the heated tail inside of her. She ground onto the ridge, stars dotting her vision with each circle of her hips.
Rul had one hand on her chin, the other gripping her hair, using her like she was no more than a toy.The sensation was exhilarating, a full surrender of control that made her lightheaded.
“You’re going to come for me, then I’m going to fill your throat with my seed,” he growled, quickening his pace.
