I look at his cocks. The breeding one is too big. I'll choke. But the pleasure one...
I start there. Tongue tracing the patterns that pulse with light. He tastes like the storm. Electric and dangerous. His grip tightens in my hair.
“The other.”
I switch to the breeding cock. Can barely get the head in my mouth. My jaw aches immediately. But the sound he makes, that grinding rumble, makes it worth it. I use my hands on what won't fit, feeling every ridge.
“Your throat. Open it.”
I try. Gag. Try again. He doesn't force, just holds my hair while I work out the angle. When I finally take him deeper, his control slips. Both cocks pulse, leak precum that tastes like that purple fruit but stronger.
“Enough.”
He pulls me off. Lifts me like I weigh nothing, sets me on the pool's edge. Spreads my legs wide.
“My turn.”
His tongue extends. That impossible fork that destroyed me yesterday. But now I can see it properly. Over a foot long, ridged, able to move each fork independently.
“Watch,” he commands.
I watch as his tongue enters me. Both forks, spreading inside, finding different spots. The ridges drag against my walls in ways that make me scream. He doesn't build slowly this time. Goes straight for destruction.
One fork finds my g-spot. The other goes deeper, impossibly deep. His mouth covers my entire pussy, that strange jaw making a seal that means every sound vibrates through me.
I come in seconds.
He doesn't stop.
Keeps working his tongue, adding suction, his teeth carefully grazing my clit. The second orgasm builds before the first ends.
“Please, I can't?—”
He pulls back just enough to speak. “You came seven times yesterday. Today we're going for ten.”
“I'll die.”
“You'll beg.”
His tongue returns. This time one fork stays inside while the other traces my ass. The sensation is too much. Too foreign. Too good.
The third orgasm makes me sob.
The fourth makes me try to crawl away.
He holds me in place for the fifth.
By the sixth, I'm babbling. Begging. Offering anything if he'll just stop. Just let me breathe.
“What will you give me?” he asks between seven and eight.
“Anything.”
“Your submission?”
“Yes.”
“Your obedience?”
