Kian stood before her, his hands resting casually on his hips, his gaze heavy and expectant. He didn't rush her. He let the silence stretch, let the weight of his demand sink into her psyche until it was the only thing she could think about.
"Well?" Kian prompted, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in her bones. "I don't have all day, Haley. Are you going to run away like a coward, or are you going to pay your debt like a trainer?"
Haley swallowed hard. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, crumbling the fabric of her pleated skirt. She looked into his eyes—dark, commanding, and utterly devoid of hesitation. He wasn't asking. He was taking. And some part of her, some primal instinct buried deep within her, wanted to be taken.
Her knees trembled. Slowly, she lowered her gaze to the bulge in his jeans. It was impossible to miss.
"I..." Haley's voice was barely a whisper. She took a deep, shaky breath, her face turning a brilliant, burning crimson. "I... I follow the rules. I lost. I have to pay."
She looked back up at him, her eyes glassy and wet, lashes fluttering. "I... I'm ready to pay with my body. Please... accept it as settlement."
Kian grinned. It was a wolfish, satisfied expression that made Haley's heart skip a beat.
"Good girl," he purred.
He took a step back and pointed to the ground in front of him. "Knees."
Haley didn't argue. She moved as if in a trance. She stepped away from the tree and sank down into the soft grass. The blades tickled her bare knees, cool against her skin, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from her core. She looked up at him, feeling small, feeling owned. From this angle, he looked like a giant, a titan blocking out the sun.
Kian reached for his belt. The sound of the buckle unclasping was loud, sharp, like a gunshot in the quiet clearing. Haley flinched, her breath hitching. He undid the button of his jeans and slowly, deliberately, lowered the zipper.
ZZZzzzt.
The sound sent a jolt of electricity straight to Haley's groin.
Kian shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down to his thighs. His erection sprang free, heavy and eager. It was magnificent—thick, veined, and throbbing with a heartbeat of its own. It was far larger than anything Haley had ever seen in the locker room magazines or the late-night movies she wasn't supposed to watch.
"Oh..." she breathed, her eyes widening until they were perfect circles. "It's... so big."
"It is," Kian agreed, his voice thick with lust. He reached down, grabbing the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her brown twin-tails, gripping her firmly. "And it's all for you. Open up."
Haley parted her lips, her jaw trembling. She had never done this before. She was a Lass, a rookie. But the command in his voice bypassed her logic.
Kian didn't wait. He stepped forward, his hips snapping.
He guided the purple, swollen head of his cock past her lips. It filled her mouth instantly, stretching her jaw. The taste hit her—musk, salt, and the raw, potent flavor of a man. It was overwhelming.
"Mmph!"
"Relax your throat," Kian instructed, not unkindly, but firmly. "Don't use your teeth. Wrap your lips around it. Make it wet."
Haley did as she was told. She swirled her tongue tentatively around the head, tasting him. She felt the ridge of the glans, the smoothness of the skin. Kian groaned above her, the sound deep and guttural.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Now take more."
He pushed his hips forward. Haley gagged slightly as the girth forced her mouth wider, sliding over her tongue and hitting the back of her throat. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she didn't pull away. Kian's hand on the back of her head kept her anchored.
He began to move.
At first, it was slow. He pulled back until just the head remained between her lips, then thrust forward, burying himself deep in the wet warmth of her mouth.
Slurp. Suck. Gluck.
The sounds were lewd, wet, and incredibly erotic. The silence of the forest was broken by the wet noises of her mouth working him. Haley's cheeks hollowed as she tried to accommodate him, her twin-tails bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Yeah... just like that," Kian grunted, looking down.
The view was incredible.Her big brown eyes were looking up at him, filled with water and devotion. Her hands came up to grip his thighs, her fingers digging into his muscles for support.
Kian's patience began to fray. The sensation of her wet, tight mouth, the suction she was instinctively applying, was too good. He wanted more. He wanted to use her.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth, Haley," Kian warned, his voice straining. "Keep up."
He tightened his grip on her hair and picked up the pace.
He stopped being gentle. He started snapping his hips, driving his length into her face with forceful, rhythmic thrusts. Haley's head bobbed back and forth, her neck straining.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
His pelvis slapped against her chin and nose with every thrust.
"Mmph! Glllck! Hrrk!"
Haley couldn't breathe. Her world narrowed down to the giant rod invading her throat. Every time he thrust deep, he hit her gag reflex, but before she could choke, he pulled back, giving her a split second of air before slamming back in. It was a cycle of suffocation and pleasure. Saliva pooled in her mouth, overflowing, running down her chin in thick, clear strands that dripped onto her white shirt.
She was a mess. A beautiful, slobbering mess.
"Look at you," Kian sneered, enjoying the degradation. "Taking it so well. Is this what you learned in trainer school? Is this how you handle a real Pokémon?"
He looked down at her face. Her eyes had rolled back slightly, losing focus. She was drooling, her mascara smudged, her face flushed a deep, beet red. She looked completely broken, completely his.
"Take it deeper," Kian commanded.
He shoved all the way in, holding her head in place. He held the position, burying his cock to the hilt in her throat. Haley's eyes bulged, her hands scrabbling uselessly against his legs. She convulsed around him, her throat muscles clamping down on his shaft in a desperate attempt to expel him, but the squeezing only felt like heaven to Kian.
"Fuuuck," Kian groaned, his head falling back. The tightness of her throat was milking him. "You're so tight."
He pulled out, leaving her gasping for air, coughing and sputtering. But before she could recover, he grabbed her hair and pulled her face back to his crotch.
"Don't stop," he growled. "We're almost done."
He resumed the pounding. It was frantic now. Animalistic. Kian wasn't thinking about technique; he was thinking about release. He fucked her mouth with abandon, his hips blurring.
Haley was barely holding on. Her jaw ached, her throat was raw, but the sounds Kian was making—the low groans of pleasure—made her feel a twisted sense of accomplishment. She was doing this. She was pleasing the winner.
"I'm close," Kian warned, his voice tight and jagged. "I'm gonna fill you up."
He grabbed her hair with both hands now, steering her head like a joystick.
"Open wide, Haley. Take it all. Don't you dare spill a drop."
Haley whimpered, but she opened her throat as wide as she could, preparing herself.
Kian gave three more brutal, deep thrusts—One. Two. Three.—and then slammed himself as deep as he could go.
"Ughh!"
He stiffened, his entire body going rigid. He pressed her face into his crotch, smothering her.
Inside her mouth, the eruption began.
Thick, hot ropes of semen shot out, hitting the back of her throat with force. Haley's eyes went wide as the fluid filled her mouth, coating her tongue, her teeth, sliding down her gullet. It kept coming. Wave after wave of warm, salty release poured into her.
"Mmph...!"
She tried to swallow, but there was so much. Her cheeks puffed out. She gulped greedily, forced by the position of his cock in her throat.
Gulp. Gulp.
Kian held her there through the entire orgasm, twitching and throbbing until the last drop was milked from him. Only then, when he was completely spent, did he slowly pull back.
With a wet pop, his cock left her mouth.
Haley slumped forward, catching herself on her hands. She was coughing, gasping for air. A trail of white fluid connected her bruised lips to the tip of his softening member. Another stream of it leaked from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the grass.
"Look at me," Kian said, his breathing heavy.
Haley looked up. She had a white mustache of his seed. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her hair disheveled. She looked thoroughly used.
"Did you swallow?" Kian asked.
Haley nodded weakly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing the fluid across her cheek. "Y-Yes... Yes, Master."
The word slipped out. Master. She hadn't meant to say it, but after what he had just done to her throat, it felt like the only correct title.
Kian smirked, buttoning his pants. He felt lighter, stronger. The System hummed in the background, pleased with the conquest.
"Good girl," Kian said. He reached down and patted her cheek, a little too hard. "Debt paid."
He stepped over her, adjusting his belt. "Now, get up. You have a long walk back to town."
He didn't offer to help her up. He turned and started walking back toward the path, leaving her kneeling in the grass.