“Come on, big guy, you have a bedroom here, right?”
Morgath couldn’t help himself. He got out of the tub, water streaming off his body and splashing onto the floor in a small flood. He didn’t bother drying off. The heat radiating from his overheated skin was so intense that the water began to evaporate almost immediately. Droplets ran down his chest, stomach, and thighs, leaving glistening trails on his skin. He followed her out of the bathroom without a word.
In the bedroom, the bed was neatly made and waiting. The room was simple, with a dresser against one wall, and a chair pushed into a corner. A window looked out over the forest, the pale moonlight filtering through it, casting shadows across the floor.
Audrey sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned him to her with one finger.
“Stand right here, in front of me,” she said. “Come on, bring that cock to me, Morgath the Skullreaper. Let me take care of you.”
He was basically entranced. This powerful mage and fierce captain followed her instructions without a single word of protest.
He positioned himself where she wanted him, his cock at her eye level. Audrey felt a surge of satisfaction at having this much control over him. She was the one making him feel this way. She was the one he wanted. She chuckled and stared at him, feeling powerful.
Her pussy throbbed, and she rubbed her thighs together, feeling how wet she was and how empty she felt. She wanted to feel him inside her more than anything, wanted to know what it would be like to be stretched around his massive length. But she wanted to taste him too, properly this time. She wanted to explore every inch of him with her tongue. With such a cock in her face, it was hard to think about anything else. Tonight, she’d allow herself to just feel and do whatever she pleased with what Morgath was giving her.
Audrey reached out and wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. It was hot to the touch, almost burning. The skin was smooth and soft over the iron hardness. With her other hand, she cupped his heavy balls. They were tight and full, drawn up close to his body. The weight of them in her palm made her mouth water. She gave them a gentle squeeze, and Morgath groaned above her, a guttural sound that sent heat straight to her core and made her pussy clench around nothing.
She leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, tasting the precum that had gathered there. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tracing the ridge of the mushroom head and dipping into the slit. He tasted good. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the head in. That was all she could fit for now. He was so thick that her jaw already ached from stretching around him. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked.
She used her hands on the length of his cock, wrapping both around his shaft and stroking him while she sucked on the tip. She squeezed his heavy balls, rolling them gently in her palm.She twisted her wrists, adding friction and pressure, marveling at how every ridge and vein felt under her fingers.
Audrey did her best to take more of him. She relaxed her jaw and pushed forward, taking another inch, then another. She felt the head of his cock press against the back of her throat, and tried to relax, tried to take him deeper. She nearly gagged when he hit the soft palate. Her throat closed up reflexively, and her eyes watered, tears gathering at the corners. She pulled back slightly, breathing hard through her nose.
“Oh, fuck… What you do to me…”
Morgath placed a hand on her head. His palm covered the back of her skull, his fingers tangling gently in her hair. He guided her tenderly as he grasped the base of his cock with his other hand and started to fuck her mouth.
Slow, shallow thrusts that kept just the tip moving in and out between her lips. The rhythm was steady and careful, and she could tell he was being mindful of not hurting her. She used her hands to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, rubbing him in rhythm with his thrusts, matching his pace.
“Gods,” he kept whispering. “Fuck…”
Audrey was dying to touch herself. Her pussy was throbbing, aching to be filled. The heat between her legs was almost unbearable, and she wanted nothing more than to slip a hand under her dress and relieve some of the pressure. But at the same time, she couldn’t take her hands off his gorgeous cock. She was mesmerized by the feel of him, the way his hardness pulsed into her mouth. The sounds he was making, and the murmured curses drove her absolutely wild.
He started whispering dirty things to her, his voice rough and broken, like he was about to lose control. It seemed the potion had stripped away every filter and bit of restraint.
“You’re so good at this,” he said, his voice reverent. “Yes, like that.”
He groaned as his hips jerked forward.
“Please. I’m close, so close.” His hand tightened in her hair. “Audrey, you’re so hot, so sexy. I want to tear that dress off you.”
She hummed around him, hoping he understood it was in approval.
“Yes, like that, take me deeper. I know you can, just another inch.” His voice dropped lower, worshipful. “I’ll spill into your mouth. Do you want to drink me?”
More hums of affirmation, the vibrations traveling through his cock. He groaned louder, the sound pained.
His thrusts became erratic. His hand tightened in her hair, not painfully but just holding her there, keeping her exactly where he needed her. His cock swelled even more in her mouth. She could feel it pulsing and throbbing against her tongue. His balls drew up tight into his body, his breathing became harsh. He was panting above her.
When he came, he held her head there. Hot cum flooded her throat in thick spurts. There was so much of it, more than she thought was possible, especially after he’d come once already.
Audrey did her best to swallow, gulping it down as fast as she could, but it spilled around the corners of her mouth despite her efforts. It dripped down her chin and onto her stained dress. She kept swallowing and sucking on the head, milking him for everything he had, working him with her tongue. His hips jerked as he gave her more.
His fingers trembled against her scalp, and she could feel how much effort it was taking him not to grip her harder and thrust deeper.
Finally, she pulled away. She was panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath. Her lips were swollen and slick with his cum and her saliva, puffy and red. She looked up at him.
Morgath stared down at her with dilated eyes that seemed almost black in the candlelight. For a moment, neither of themspoke. They just looked at each other, and Audrey could see something raw and vulnerable in his expression that made her heart pound. She’d never seen him look like this before, completely open and unguarded.
