He reached out with his hand, and used his thumb to pull my lip away from the teeth abusing it, before slipping his digit between my lips.
Instinctively I sucked on the large finger and he let out a pleased growl.
"Now, Jolie, it's time. Touch your master's cock and see to releasing my seed."
My attention kept shifting between his face and the terrifying snake between his legs, and then I finally got the courage together to take it in hand.
Oh, it was hot. Heavy. And surprisingly soft. Almost velvety in texture even if it was hard as steel underneath that.
"Use your thumb, my pretty, to pick up the spilt liquid," he instructed.
He let out a hissed breath when I followed his orders, his head falling backward and I found myself fascinated with the twitching muscles in his strong neck.
I gave the cock in my hand an experimental tug and I was rewarded with Master pumping forward, following the movement of my hand on him. He was so big that my fingers didn't touch but I did my best to hold him tight as I tugged again.
"Goddess," he moaned. "Yes, just like that."
Emboldened by the praise I did it again, pleased to see, no matter how many times I repeated the same movement, he still seemed to enjoy it.
And the more I rubbed at him, the more pre-cum leaked from the tip, and the easier the movements were.
The longer I worked at it, at him, the rougher Master's grunts got, until the point he was thrusting into my hand with abandon while sprinkling me with praise for doing a good job.
Andthatwas even more addictive than the feel of him in my hands.
All this... while I could feel my aching, empty pussy pulsing with need. If I hadn't been wearing my stupid uniform, and an old pair of comfy panties, I'd probably be leaking down my legs, I was so hungry for monster cock.
Which was justinsane.
But I couldn't help the way I was feeling—the way my master was making me feel.
And if I was being honest, I didn'twantto help it. I wanted it all. I wanted him in my hands, my mouth, my core. I wanted his seed on me, in me, all over me.
I wanted—no,needed—whatever my master would give me.
Before I could go too deep down the rabbit hole of the things I'd allow the monster to do to me, he let out a pained roar before giving a few more erratic thrusts.
And then he was covering me in his seed.
Large amounts of white spunk hit me across my chest, over my apron and some of it even reached as far as my face.
By the time he was empty and breathing heavily, I was so damned horny I could spontaneously combust at the slightest touch.
Horny... and hungry.
Before I could overthink it, or stop myself I brought my hand to my mouth and licked at the nectar waiting there for me.
And moaned at the taste.
I was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to taste this good.
No, for real. Everything I've read and seen told me that men just didn't taste delicious. It was salty, musky, and had a strange aftertaste. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but it wasn't something women hungered for, no matter how much men fantasized about it.
But my master's cum? It was like nothing I'd ever tasted before.
It tasted of my favourite dessert while at the same time reminding me of a double-thick milkshake on a hot summer day.
Within moments, I had cleaned up everything that had run over my hand and fingers and was contemplating going right back to the source for more of it when a low growl filled the room.
