Like a Human, Mozok had a climax. She felt it coming through the surge of his liquids, the straining of his veins and ducts against her tongue and palate, and the way he broke contact with her eyes to tip his head back, as if he was, like she had been, so overcome with pleasure that it almost pained him. He groaned loudly as his seed gushed from his member, striking her at the back of the throat, filling her mouth. She drank it greedily, compelled by these strange forces to swallow it all. The taste was not pleasant, nor was it unpleasant: she wanted to consume it, and that desire shook through her body more as need than anything else.
With several throbs, the bulb of his crown returned to its previous size, and he withdrew from between her lips, still dribbling his essence into her mouth. Acting out of instinct, without any thought at all, she moved after his cock, lapping at his semen to capture every last drop.
Mozok tipped his head to look at her as she did this, and she was satisfied by the pleasant glow he had acquired. When at last she had consumed every final drop of his seed, she pressed her lips together, and, looking up at him in supplication, she heard herself say, “Thank you.”
The trance-like effect was just beginning to wear off, and once freed from its spell she could not believe what she was saying, or how genuinely she was saying it. She was angry with herself for how out-of-control she had been.
But there was no time to think of that, because Mozok had placed a finger beneath her chin and was gently lifting, telling her to rise. The sound of his voice had a hypnotic quality, and so she did, and he guided her back toward the punishment table, turning her and making her sit on the bench she had knelt on, all with just the most minute pressure from his finger beneath her chin and his watchful stare.
Once seated, Voso approached her, and she understood why Mozok had repositioned her: the great Herstrakaa was so tall that kneeling to please him was not an option. He had disrobed as well, and she had but a moment to contemplate his body: also Humanoid, he was a large and muscled version of a perfect Human male in almost every way except his coloring.
“Now you will thank Voso,” Mozok said, placing his hand behind her head.
Her eyes dropped to Voso’s member, and they went wide with fear. She looked up at Mozok, communicating her fear to him: if Voso was like Mozok in the way that he climaxed, she didn’t think she could do as they asked. She shook her head a little. “I don’t think I can,” she whispered, and then immediately felt a punch to the gut: she had just incurred more punishment upon herself.
“Do not be afraid,” Mozok said, his voice tender. He was looking at her strangely now, and Mina was startled by what seemed to be occurring between them. As he stroked the back of her head, she felt a sense of protection, and against her rational thoughts, she was lulled into a state in which she didn’t fear Voso.
The rational mind inside of her seemed to get absorbed into a deep well, its voice ever fainter, no matter how hard she tried to bring it to the forefront of her thoughts. She turned, starry-eyed and suddenly calm, toward Voso, contemplating his enormous member, which was pointed straight at her. She felt sure that she would have been unable to wrap her hand all the way around the base of it. It was a deep red, so smooth it seemed to be made of a synthetic material.
She leaned toward him without Mozok pushing her head. A ridge at the tip of his cock delineated his crown, much like a Human cock, but the ridge was a different color and texture from the rest of his shaft. She could see it pulsing, almost glowing, and she sensed throughout her body that if she licked him there, it would be exhilarating for both her and him.
Mina extended her tongue, the bright, swollen flesh calling to her, drawing her in. By the time her tongue was a hair-width away from Voso’s pulsing ridge, she could think of nothing else. It was as if she was an addict, chained to a need for a taste or a sensation she had never even tried.
Beneath the tip of her tongue, his flesh vibrated when she touched it. Voso’s entire, enormous frame seized, and she saw that his muscles were tense throughout his body as she drew her tongue in a semi-circle around his crown. Heat radiated from the flesh beneath her tongue, and Voso made another sound as he shuddered. When she lifted her eyes to meet his, she saw that he was deeply withdrawn, and she knew that he was overcome by his feelings.
Her own pussy was throbbing so much that it ached, and she could think only of how much she wanted to feel Voso inside of her, to feel the vibrations and heat that caressed her tongue now but deep inside of her body.
She opened her mouth and tried to swallow him, overcome suddenly by the desire to do so, She forgot her fear of his bulbous crown inflating as Mozok’s had, thinking again only of what she wanted, of the desire that consumed her suddenly to please him.
She strained to fit him inside her mouth, but the task seemed almost impossible. Her jaw was stretched so wide that it was sore within moments. She pleaded with him with her eyes, hoping that he would push her deeper toward the base of his cock.
But he did not, and Mozok began to move her head gently back and forth. She sucked hard on Voso, feeling the great power of his body coiling tighter and tighter, building up, straining against the smooth flesh that passed between her lips.
When he came, Voso did not make a sound like Mozok had. She felt the liquids of his seed spilling from his member, and they tasted foreign but sweet. At the same moment that the liquid began to dribble into her mouth, Voso’s entire body jerked violently, and he closed his eyes and dropped a hand to her head, pulling tightly on her hair.
A steady stream of his sweet-tasting cum poured into her mouth then, and she struggled to contain it and swallow it. It overflowed from her lips, spilling onto her chin and dropping onto her chest. It was then that she noticed the slight analgesic quality of his seed, a slight numbness settling into her skin and her mouth.
She drank his seed, and he slowly pulled away from her, staring down at her again.
As she said the words, “thank you,” the numbness on her chest faded, converting into a feeling of a caress. Voso stood slightly away from her, holding his cock, and seemed spent.
Unexpectedly, he groaned, and what seemed like another stream of his seed poured onto her chest. This liquid was white, like Human seed, but it possessed a transfixing luminous quality, like an opal gemstone.
Mina looked down at it, watching the multi-colored streaks of light as they faded on her skin. Wherever his seed touched her, she felt as though someone were giving her a featherlight caress. But even on her forearm, where some had dripped accidentally, the sensation was intensely arousing. The caress she felt was purely sexual in nature, no matter where the fluid had spilled on her body.
She held up her arm and stared at it, not realizing that she had begun to squirm. She was wildly aroused now and felt like if she did not have some release, she would collapse.
She looked up in confusion at Voso, and then at Mozok, desiring an explanation, unable to speak. Everywhere that Voso’s second spurts of cum had landed on her, she was feeling an exquisite, almost unbearable pleasure, and the feeling soaked through her skin and went straight to her pussy.
He stroked her hair, and for a moment she felt as though he was being tender and felt encircled by their love and protection. She would have happily climbed onto either of them and begged them to fuck her, but Mozok had other plans.
He crouched. “For your third and final punishment,” he said quietly next to her ear, as his finger moved along her jawline and up to her earlobe, sending a shudder of pleasure through her and making a mewl escape her lips, “you shall not be allowed to relieve this desire that you so clearly feel. Even though you have performed beyond my expectations.”
Mina could not help the muffled sob that left her lips. “Please, no,” she whimpered as they each took a hand and lifted her to a standing position. Her pussy was so wet she could feel the slick of her juices between her legs. She had never, ever ached this much for release, never in her life. Just the movement of her legs as she stood made her shudder. She felt so close to an orgasm, all she needed was the slightest touch.
But Mozok and Voso held her firmly: she could feel their strength around her wrists. They lifted her arms above her head, and Mozok transferred her right wrist to Voso’s grip—he easily held onto both wrists with one hand, as Mozok dropped to the ground.
She felt shackles close around her wrists and then her ankles, after Mozok tugged her legs apart slightly.
