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“You will take me in your mouth.” I nudge my upper length toward her lips. “You will take me in your mouth and eventually, I will erupt down your throat. I expect you to be an obedient little female and swallow everything I give you. I will forgive an accidental drop that’s missed, but if you intentionally spit my seed out, I will punish you severely, Jenny. I will give you ten hard lashes with a thick leather strap.”
She whimpers and shakes her head. “I won’t spit it out. Please, you won’t have any reason to whip me.” Fear gleams in her eyes, real fear, and I’m starting to realize just how frightened she is over the prospect of a whipping. I hope the fear will keep her in line. I hope it’ll make her more compliant in the days to come.
“Good female. Now, take me in your mouth, Jenny.” I nudge the tip of my upper shaft to her closed lips. “Open. Show me how obedient and sweet you can be.”
She draws in a long breath, then opens her mouth and accepts my hard length. I push deep, not stopping until I meet the resistance of her throat. She whimpers around my cock and gags slightly, but she doesn’t attempt to pull away. I stroke my hands through her hair, then grasp her head, holding her in place as I commence a steady in and out rhythm of claiming her mouth.
Affection swells within me, and the ancestral markings on my arms tingle harder than ever before. Another sign from the Star Gods that she’s meant to be mine. That one day we’ll be a heartbonded pair.
Her occasional whimpers and moans drive me wild, the tiny reverberations from her throat causing my shaft to harden further. My vibrating scrotum smacks against her chin with each deep thrust into her welcoming mouth.
The waves of tenderness for her increase, along with my desire, and my heart contracts when she glances up and our eyes meet briefly. I resolve that I’ll spurt my seed down her throat at least four times tonight, twice with each cock. That ought to fill her up. It ought to nourish her, and I imagine she’ll sleep soundly with a stomach full of my essence.
Her tongue drags along my appendage, and I groan with the pleasure of it. Whenever she gags, I slow the plunges into her mouth for a few moments, wanting to make the experience just as meaningful for her as it is for me.
Does she comprehend that the act we’re sharing is so intimate, it’s almost tantamount to mating? I would never offer another female sustenance like this. Only for my mate.
She manages to take an especially deep drive into her throat that doesn’t cause her to gag, and it pushes me over the edge. My vision blurs and my scrotum tenses, then vibrates faster, and I send torrents of seed down her pretty little throat.
I hold her head in place as I erupt, and to my immense satisfaction, she accomplishes the task of swallowing every last drop. The feel of her swallowing is exquisite, as her throat contracts around the tip of my cock. Star Gods. My knees actually go weak, and I become momentarily dizzy.
I withdraw my spent cock from her mouth and cup her face in one hand. Her eyes flutter shut, and she leans into my touch.
“You taste… sweet,” she says, surprising me. I’d never considered how my seed might taste, but I am glad she approves. She opens her eyes and gives me a shy look that makes me want to wrap my arms around her and never let go.Fluxx, how quickly she’s become everything to me.
I angle my lower appendage to her mouth, and she inhales a deep breath before parting her lips and letting me inside. The scent of her arousal hovers thickly in the air, and my mouth waters as I imagine licking her between her thighs again. The taste of her lingers on my tongue, butfluxxI already want more.
Tomorrow, I promise myself. I’ll order her to meet me in this alcove tomorrow night, and I’ll feast on her again. Perhaps we can make a habit of it. Now that I’ve tasted her, and now that I’ve experienced the feel of her lips around my cock, I’m not certain I can go a day without a repeat of theindecentactivities we’re sharing tonight.
I hold her head in place and thrust deeper down her throat. She whimpers and grabs hold of my legs, her fingers digging into my thighs.
“I’m about to fill your stomach again, little female. Remember to swallow everything as I nourish you.”
Chapter17
JENNY
As Brute eruptsin my mouth again, I struggle to swallow his seed. I can’t be certain, but I think he’s releasing a larger amount of his essence this time. It takes me four huge swallows to get it all down, and the sweetness of his seed lingers on my tongue.
His shiny blue seed.
I flush as I recall the drops of his semen that had gleamed on the tips of his dual shafts when he first unfastened his pants. I flush again as I consider what he tastes like—vanilla frosting. Yet he claims he’s giving me sustenance, that Darrvason seed is highly nutritious.
I sink back on the bench and lean against the wall after he withdraws his lower appendage from my mouth. Though I can’t claim I didn’t enjoy the experience of him feeding me, I’m relieved it’s over because my jaw aches terribly. His cocks are so huge, it was a struggle to take each of them in my mouth.
He stands directly in front of me, and my heart races as I wonder if perhaps he’s not finished yet. I glance at his face and gasp at the expectant glimmer in his purple gaze. He leans down briefly and places a hand on my stomach. His expression suddenly turns so deeply affectionate, I find myself blinking back tears.
“Again,” he announces as he straightens and aims his thick, hard upper cock at my mouth.
I have no choice but to part my lips and let him inside. I whimper as the pain in my jaw increases, and as he builds a steady rhythm of claiming my mouth, the ache in my core deepens and there’s no helping the mess I’m creating on the bench. I’m becoming so wet, I’ll have to wipe it down using my clothing before I leave, otherwise the next occupant of the alcove will be in for a surprise.
I shift in place and wince. The hardness of the seat is reinvigorating the sting of the long, hard spanking Brute gave me. I try to remind myself how much it hurt. That he made me cry. That he wanted my tears and my pain.
But even the knowledge that he’d inflicted pain on me because he’d craved my tears and wanted to watch my ass cheeks redden under his hand doesn’t dim the current connection between us. The flow of affection that seems to tug on my heart every few seconds and fill me with warmth.
He erupts down my throat twice more, and by the time he’s finished, I actually feel full. As though I’ve just eaten a large meal. I flush as I realize that’s exactly what I’ve just done—Brute spurted his essence down my throat four times in quick succession because he wanted to nourish me.
Why am I so touched by his strange actions? I don’t understand it.
