Chapter 9 #2
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, his length 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.
She would have nodded if she could, but every ounce of effort was focused on keeping her throat relaxed as she approached her climax.
“Come for me!” he yelled, slamming her all the way onto his cock so that her nose pressed against his pelvis, her throat burning even with the numb coating easing his way.
She couldn’t breathe, her body screaming for air as she ground harder onto the ridge, every nerve tingling with need. A moment later, blessed release, her cunt clamping onto Rul’s tail and her pleasure cresting into the heavens, her eyes widening as euphoria grayed her vision.
“That’s my girl,” Rul growled, pulling out so she could suck in a ragged breath, her chest heaving with exertion. “Now open wide.”
Isabelle stuck her tongue out again, barely able to support herself as he stroked his cock, still holding her in place by her hair.
Thick ropes of milky seed pulsed out, hitting her tongue, her lips, her cheeks, and dripping onto the bench in front of her.
She reveled in the taste of chocolate, tears running down her face from the overwhelming high.
Rul’s groans filled her with pleasure, slowly subsiding until he came to a stop, releasing her from his grasp.
His tail pulled out, dragging her sticky arousal with it, then whipped around to scoop up the seed that had spilled onto the bench.
He brought the tip to her mouth, and she opened for him, tasting her own musky release mixed with his sweet cum.
When he was done with her, she collapsed onto the bench, her body weak as she floated in a dreamlike space. Every part of her was disconnected, from the room, from her own thoughts, from the voice trying to reach out to her.
“Isabelle? Can you hear me?”
“Hmmm,” she answered, content with lying on the bench and never moving again.
“Oh, poor thing,” the voice murmured, and then there was a dull sensation prickling her skin, a sudden weightlessness as she floated through the air.
She lay on something soft. A mossy bed? A giggle escaped her as a wet cloth wiped down her heated skin, delicate sweetness at her lips as she bit into a cloud. A cool burst of water trickled down her throat, satiating a deep-seated thirst.
The caress of silk against her bare skin made her body tight with emotion, every sensation too stimulating after the euphoric daze she’d been in, though it was eased as Rul pulled her flush with his chest. His voice was clearer, though she refused to open her eyes, curling up in his embrace.
“You did so good, such a good girl for me. I knew Bellinor made the right choice, knew you belonged here with us.”
Isabelle smiled, his seductive voice calming her, warming her, keeping her in that delicious state of bliss.
“You looked so beautiful with my cock down your throat. Did you enjoy it?”
“I did,” she said lazily, pressing her palms to his chest. “Are you… full?”
Rul chuckled, then kissed the top of her head.
“I am. You were perfect. That session will sustain me for many weeks, though I don’t want to wait that long to have you again.”
The part of her that was so eager to serve was happy knowing he had gotten what he wanted from her, that she could provide him with the sustenance he needed to survive.
In a strange way, it made her feel powerful to have that kind of effect over someone, even if she hadn’t asked to be here in the first place.
“Rest, sweetheart. Don’t let that mind get too flooded with thoughts. It’s time to relax now.”
Isabelle drifted off, letting the clouds take her as she floated away.