Even after the first eruption, my body was still alive with fire, every nerve screaming.
My cock throbbed, swollen and sensitive, still slick with my seed, trembling against the slick warmth of her mouth.
Each time she dragged her tongue along my length, it was sharper than before, almost unbearable, yet intoxicating—pain and pleasure mingled in every flick, every clumsy swirl, every wet, desperate pull.
Her hands squeezed and pulled at me again, guiding me, coaxing me deeper, making the head of my cock slide into the back of her throat as her mouth worked with increasing urgency.
I felt myself jerk involuntarily, hips moving despite my own thoughts, chest heaving, heartbeat hammering in my ears.
She gagged, tears streaking her cheeks, swallowing every drop of what was already spilled, moaning around me, desperate and proud.
"Beca…" I groaned, my voice breaking with the heat and overstimulation.
She responded with a soft, needy hum, the vibration of her throat igniting pulses of sensation that ran straight down my spine
. Each motion of her lips and tongue drove me closer again, and again, repeating the torture of sensation that made my knees weaken.
Her horns scraped along my thighs, and I dug my fingers into her hair and the sheets, letting her use me, letting her guide me deeper, pull me harder, milk me as if my first climax had only fueled her desire.
Schlck… slrp… glk… Wet, relentless sounds filled the room, echoing in my skull, echoing through my body.
My cock throbbed violently, still slick, still sensitive, and her persistence made every nerve alive, every muscle tense and trembling.
She choked slightly, gagged, yet never faltered—her eyes burning with pride, her mouth hot, slick, and insatiable.
Each gulp, each desperate swallow, pulled me further into her throat, her small hands clinging to the base, guiding, urging, milking me with precision born of sheer desire.
The first release had left me raw and sensitive, but her devotion, her fevered attempts, pulled me toward another impossible edge.
And I let her, let her guide me, let her take me as far as she could.
Every slick sound, every drag of her tongue, every gasp and whine of effort drove me higher, deeper, hungrier.
Even now, dripping from the first climax, I was trapped in the furnace of her mouth, overpowered by her need, consumed by her eagerness to swallow, to claim, to take me completely.
Her mouth was hotter than I imagined.
The first time her lips wrapped around me, a surge of heat climbed my spine, spreading like fire from my core to every nerve ending.
Every sloppy press, every pull, made my body tremble, my cock rigid, every fiber of me straining toward her.
Her tongue moved clumsily, tracing the underside of my shaft, slickening it with drool, circling with deliberate slowness and eagerness that made my stomach knot.
Schlck… slrp… glk…
Wet, obscene sounds reverberated through the quiet room.
Each sound struck me, each vibration pushing me closer to the edge. She gagged lightly, but she didn't stop—she pressed herself down, forcing herself to take me deeper, choking and swallowing, trying to memorize every inch.
Her tears ran freely now, streaking over her cheeks, not from fear, but from the effort, from the overwhelming need to have me inside her mouth.
She gulped, swallowed, each shiver of her throat milking me, pulling me deeper with desperate insistence.
Every repeated motion tightened the coil in my gut, each bounce of her lips, each slide of her tongue, driving me further into uncontrolled desire.
I could feel her small, trembling hands at the base of my cock, fingers pumping clumsily in rhythm with her mouth. Her grip pulled, guided, helped her take me deeper, and I let her, letting the length of me stretch the back of her throat.
Schlrrrp… glk… schlck…
Again and again, she wrapped herself around me, trying, failing, and trying harder, her lips and tongue worshipping me like a ritual.
Her horns scraped against my thighs, reminders of her inhuman nature, pressing and scraping with every bob of her head.
Each contact, each touch, drove home the fact that she was not entirely human, not entirely beast, but something in between—cattle-girl flesh, soft and yielding, hot and slick with sweat, saliva, and her own eagerness.
"Beca…" I groaned, my voice thick with need.
She hummed in reply, moaning around my shaft, her throat vibrating and sucking with a hunger that was intoxicating.
Her eyes glimmered through lashes, glazed and wet, proud and determined.
Every tear, every gag, every desperate attempt to take me all the way was a declaration—she wanted this, she needed this, she desired me fully, body and soul.
I dug my fingers into the sheets, letting myself be pulled by her rhythm. Her mouth worked harder, faster, sloppy and frantic, trying to swallow all of me, guiding me deeper with her hands.
My hips jerked in response to every drag of her tongue, every squeeze of her fingers.
The repetition of her movements, her cries, her gags, built an intensity in me that I could no longer resist. Schlck… slrrrp… glkk… Again. And again.
The heat rose, unbearable, molten, raw. I could feel myself trembling, shivering against her mouth, chest heaving, heart racing.
Each wet pull dragged me closer to the point of no return.
Tears streamed from her eyes as she forced herself, again and again, until her entire body shook, every motion devoted to consuming me, every gasp and moan a plea and a gift at once.
"Ah… Beca…" I hissed, breathless, losing control.
She moaned louder, swallowing greedily, throat working around my cock, pulling me in as deep as she could, gagging but still rising, still pressing.
Her devotion, her raw need, the tremble of her limbs, the slick heat of her mouth—it consumed me.
I let her guide me, let her use the small leverage of her hands and the pull of her throat to drive deeper, to milk me in a rhythm both frantic and hypnotic.
The first hot spurt erupted, scorching and full, down her throat.
She choked, coughed, but swallowed, eyes half-closed, body quivering with the effort of taking all of me.
Thick strings ran past her lips, down her chin, onto the swell of her heavy breasts.
Her hands clutched and pumped, coaxing, guiding, making her mouth work even harder, even faster. Schlrrrp… glk… slrrp…
And then, she smiled.
A messy, breathless, triumphant grin, licking her lips as though savoring every drop.
Her eyes met mine through tear-blurred lashes, shimmering with desire and pride.
I was ruined, soaked, overwhelmed—but utterly captivated.
Her persistence, her devotion, her desire to take me fully, was unstoppable. And I knew—this was only the beginning.