"You can't be serious!". Scandalized screams Esdren, distress and disgust reflected in her cracked panicked voice.
"Oh?. But i am". My grip holds the base of my virility, bringing it near Esdren's face.
She can't escape, her body is glued with tar to the cavern's wall, trapping herself further, as she tilts her head to the right, putting her stained cheek against the rocks.
"Hahaha". I can't help but to laugh, igniting an annoyed anger in her.
"Shut up Coprophage!. It's not fun!". Esdren's enraged blue irises flutter with terror, aware of her mistake.
"I told you not to call me like that. But for you. I'll make an exception. Currently, you have two choices. I use Sehey's mouth to get off, leaving you here like you wanted. Or, you use your little mouth, becoming my personal «Cocksucker»".
"You're insane". She retorts venomously, her bloodshoted grudgeful eyes, not losing it's defiance, despite my growing dick being rubbed against her flushed soft cheek.
"Maybe. But right now. I'm the only one who can get you out. Besides, if this works, you might become a man again. Effeminate. But a man nonetheless. Now hurry up, decide fast. And no. I'm not saying this because of the rain, if not for your changes…".
"What do you mean Coprophage?!".
"I'll take that answer as the proof of your compliance «Cocksucker». Be careful with your teeth, or i'll take them out".
Shoving the bulbous tip of my dick in the plump puffy lips of Esdren, is a marvelous sensation to shut her up, plus, her brand new mouth is really smooth, and wet.
"For your information, Cocksucker. Your breast went from inexistent to «Double A» in seconds…". Esdren's eyes widen, but not as much as the rest of the sentence manages to do. "Right now you are «D Cup», or perhaps «Double D» already".
Introducing my hand through the tar, is literally an inconsequential action. Ignoring the thick viscous liquid, reaching Esdren's expanding bosom, groping it above her combat gambeson.
My touch accelerates her breathe, tensing her at the unearthly sensation of her breasts being kneaded. "Looks like this puppies are still growing".
The comment struck Esdren like a lightning falling dry in a cloudless sky. Muffling several noises, all of them having a distressed tone, accompanied by pitiful pleading eyes, tears forming and rolling down her crimson cheek.
"Haha. You are already crying?. Haha. We haven't even started, and there is no guarantee it will work".
She doesn't mind my mockery. "You have something to say?. Come on, amuse me more". I challenge, pulling my dick out of her mouth, seeing the way Esdren savors and licks her lips, shamefully enjoying the lingering taste of my virility.
"I… said. I'll be your Cocksucker. If this helps me to turn back to be normal. To have a descendant with a Pure Heiress".
{Considering her new body. Wouldn't be easier for Esdren to bare the child herself?. Is really that important this «Pure» thing in Clamour?. Or in this particular case is related to «The Ethmeron Ways» Natvoshka talked about?}.
"You have a deal «Esdrana»… , Now open your mouth to receive me, tensing as you inhale, then relaxing as you breathe out. And remember, the first step to be a «Blowjob Queen», is to not rush. Get familiar with the bobbing motion, without forgetting to keep the eye contact, avoiding scrapping me with your teeth".
"I heard you the first time. You don't have to repeat it, Coprophage!".
Esdrana states confidently with resolution, opening her mouth with the uttermost conviction she can muster.
Although her strong facade is ephemeral, diminishing as soon as she sees my cock at full mast. A thick pole of flesh with eleven inches of length, ready to invade, conquer and reshape Esdrana's mouth, starting from the very entrance.
The tip of my virility is an inch away from Esdrana's face. I could speed up the process, but no one would dispatch troops to overtake those who already surrendered themselves.
"Greet him". I order sternly, making Esdrana to focus her wandering gaze on my cock.
"Em?. Hi, O-Obelisk".
{I kinda like that nickname}.
I cause a spasm on my shaft, shifting the tone of my voice for one deeper. "Is this how you show your appreciation?".
"No, Obelisk". Replies Esdrana, clearly letting herself be carried by the situation. "I did wrong. How can i make it up, for you?".
"Kiss me".
The trembling lips of Esdrana reflect her fear and hesitation, along the excitement of having another taste of my flavor. Touching me tentatively with a «Mchu».
{Why in this world no one understands the difference between a kiss and a peck?!}.
"Again". «I» command, posing my hand at the top of Esdrana's head, ruffling her dark lavender hair as my fingers divert to her nape, pushing her slightly to deepen the peck.
Despite the annoyance she feels at being patronized and manhandled. Esdrana does a decent job following the instructions, tips, tricks and techniques i enjoy the most, accepting the suggestion, with an open mind, and a «I can-do everything attitude», a behavior that needs to be toppled down right away.
"Enough foreplay, Esdrana".
Soon after, she parts her lips, my engorged manhood delving into the rushedly scouted cavity, stopping at my first obstruction, Esdrana's uvula at the entrance of her throat.
"Less than half". I sigh unimpressed, as she barely managed to roughly gobble five inches, though i quickly push further, crossing the throat's rim, provoking gagging noises and coughs.
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By now, Esdrana's saliva is ejected through the unsealed gaps of her lips wrapped around my girth. Her blue eyes watering, in the verge of lacrimating, so i push a bit further, while she tries hard to control her labored, lacking breathing.
Suffocated, her throat twitches, jerking with uncontrollable spasms, contained by the oppressive presence of the tar.
Starting to look like a mess, is difficult to take my sight from Esdrana, who is clearly suffering, especially as i'm forcing her to basically choke on my cock.
With the shortage of oxygen, her cheeks are flushed, like ripe cherries, and she would look much better with mascara ruined by her rolling tears, too bad she is not using any makeup, though, she doesn't need it either, looking quite appetizing with the trail of saliva creeping down her drenched chin, slowly making its way down her neck, staining her gambeson…