John had no idea what the fuck he was gonna do! There was ass right in front of him, plump and perfect and practically begging for attention, and he had a huge cock that any guy would kill for, he looked like a total badass with his overlord aura and everything, and yet here he was, still a virgin at eighteen.
What type of chud was he? What type of pathetic gooner had he become? All the smut, all the porn, every single hentai he had ever binged through sleepless nights had to have taught him something, right? He knew the moves, he knew the sounds, he knew exactly how a tongue should swirl and how hips should buck, but theory was one thing and real life was a whole different nightmare. His heart hammered in his chest like a drum solo gone wrong, knees weak, palms sweaty, there was vomit on his sweater already!
His brain was screaming at him to do something, anything, before this perfect summoned servant decided he was not worth her time.
But wait… what if he did not have to do anything at all? The thought hit him like a lightning bolt from the system itself. He was the overlord here. He did not have to prove shit. He cleared his throat, trying and failing miserably to sound intimidating, his voice cracking just a little as he pushed out the order.
"Marrianetta," he said, forcing the words out, "service your master. As an overlord I should not waste any effort in mortal sexual endeavors. Make it good. Make it… everything."
Marrianetta turned those glowing eyes on him, her lips curling into a wicked, obedient smile that sent a shiver straight down his spine. "As you command, my lord," she purred, voice like velvet wrapped around sin. "Your humble servant lives only to please. Let me show you how a true overlord deserves to be worshipped."
She dropped to her knees without another word, the motion so smooth it looked rehearsed in every filthy dream he had ever had. Her hands, soft and warm with that faint miasma glow, hooked into the waistband of his pants and yanked them down in one swift tug. His huge cock sprang free, thick and heavy, veins pulsing, already rock hard from just the sight of her ass earlier. It slapped against her cheek with a wet sound that made his ears burn.
Marrianetta's eyes widened in delight, tongue sliding out slowly, and holy shit, that tongue. It was longer than any human tongue had any right to be, slick and glistening, pink and forked just enough at the tip to make his brain short circuit. He had never specified that in the summoning! Curse you, system! He had only wanted a loyal servant, not this living wet dream with a tongue that could probably tie knots around his soul.
She did not hesitate. That long tongue wrapped around his girth like bacon wrapped sausage, looping once, twice, and still failing to cover the full thickness because he was just that huge. The heat of it, the slick slide, the way it squeezed and pulsed made his knees buckle. "Fuuuuck," he groaned, hands fisting at his sides because he did not know where to put them yet. "That… that feels insane already."
Marrianetta hummed around him, the vibration traveling straight down his shaft and into his balls. "Mmm, master's cock is so thick and delicious," she mumbled, words muffled but clear enough to make his face flush hotter. "So much bigger than I expected. I will drain every drop you have. You will feed your servant well tonight."
Then she went crazy. Her head bobbed forward, taking him deep in one sloppy motion, lips stretching wide around his girth, saliva already dripping down in thick strings. She sucked like she was starving, cheeks hollowing, tongue still coiled around the base and squeezing rhythmically while her head moved in and out, wet and loud and obscene. Gluck, gluck, gluck, the sounds filled the chamber, mixed with her eager little moans every time she bottomed out and her nose pressed against his pelvis. Spit ran down her chin, down his balls, pooling on the floor beneath her. She pulled back with a pop, tongue flicking across the swollen head, lapping at the precum like it was the finest nectar, then dove back down even deeper, throat relaxing to swallow every inch.
The system window flashed in front of his eyes over and over, glowing blue text that he could barely focus on through the pleasure haze.
Counteracting Miasma Poisoning.
Counteracting Miasma Poisoning.
Counteracting Miasma Poisoning.
It kept popping up, faster and faster, like the system was working overtime to keep her from draining him dry in more ways than one. Each notification sent a little pulse of energy through his body, mixing with the wet heat of her mouth until he felt like he was floating and burning at the same time.
John's hips jerked on instinct. "Oh god, Marrianetta, slow down a little, I… I just… fuck, that tongue is wrapping so tight!" He tried to sound in control but it came out desperate, voice cracking again. She only laughed around his cock, the sound vibrating straight into his core, and sped up instead.
Her head moved in sloppy circles now, twisting on every upstroke so her tongue could lash across the sensitive underside, then slamming back down until her throat convulsed around him. Saliva bubbled at the corners of her mouth, dripping in heavy ropes that she used to stroke what her tongue could not reach. One hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently, massaging while she sucked like her life depended on it.
He barely lasted forty seconds. The pressure built too fast, too intense, balls tightening, that familiar tingle exploding up his spine. "I'm… I'm gonna… shit, here it comes!" he warned, but she only moaned louder, encouraging him, eyes locked on his like she needed this more than air. His skill activated with a system ding: Hentai Level Cum Reserves. The first rope shot out thick and powerful, more than any normal load, and she swallowed it down greedily without missing a beat. Then the second, third, fourth, each one bigger, hotter, flooding her throat. Over thirty milliliters easy, maybe more, pumping out in heavy spurts that made her cheeks bulge before she gulped it all down. She pulled back just enough to open her mouth wide, long tongue extending like a red carpet, showing him the thick white load still coating it before she swallowed again, visibly, throat working as she took every last drop.
John stood there shocked, chest heaving, legs shaking. That was the best feeling ever. Holy shit. He had finally lost his virginity. Not just any blowjob, but this sloppy, perfect, system-enhanced monster of a blowjob from a servant who looked like she had been designed in a hentai lab specifically to ruin him in the best way. A huge grin split his face. He did a quick victory dance right there, pants around his ankles, cock still twitching and glistening with her spit. He pumped his fists, did a little awkward hip thrust, laughed out loud like an idiot. "Yes! Fuck yes! Virgin no more, baby!"
Marrianetta stayed on her knees, licking her lips clean with that impossibly long tongue, eyes half lidded in satisfaction. She looked up at him with pure adoration, voice husky and warm. "Thank you, my master. You fed your servant so well. That thick, hot cum… it tastes like power. It counters the miasma perfectly. I feel stronger already. Please, use me whenever you desire. I live for these moments, for filling my belly with your endless reserves."
John stuttered, face still flushed, brain still rebooting from the orgasm of a lifetime. "Uhuh,, yea."