He shoved in one last time, hilting himself, and held. A raw, silent shout ripped through him as his cock pulsed, jetting hot streams of cum directly down her constricted esophagus. Gulp. Swk. Gulp. She swallowed reflexively, desperately, her throat working around him as he emptied himself.
When he finally pulled out, she collapsed forward, coughing and gasping, strings of spit and semen dripping from her chin onto his stomach. She looked utterly ruined, beautiful in her debasement.
Lian smoothed her hair back, his touch almost tender now. "Good girl," he murmured.
Lian's cock, already slick with her spit and his own release, twitched against her lips. The strange energy inside him wasn't just healing—it was a furnace, burning through fatigue, shortening recovery to nothing. He watched her, chest heaving, face gleaming with his cum and her tears. A dark, possessive thrill shot through him.
He sat up in one smooth motion, the thin blanket falling away. The movement made Xia flinch back, but his hand was already in her hair again, firm, unyielding.
"Not done," he said, his voice a low scrape in the quiet dark.
He guided her head back to his lap. His dick stood rigid, angry red, and impossibly hard. A thick vein pulsed along its length. Precum beaded at the slit, catching the faint light. She stared, mesmerized, her lips parted.
"Open," he commanded.
She obeyed, her mouth opening on a shaky sigh. He didn't ease her into it this time. He fed his cock past her lips, over her tongue, and straight into the tight clutch of her throat in one steady push. Glrk.
Her hands flew to his thighs, fingers digging in. He held her head still, his grip tightening in her silken hair, and began to fuck her face in earnest.
It was a brutal, rhythmic piston. Schlup. Gahk. Schlup. Each forward thrust buried him to the root, his balls slapping against her chin. Each withdrawal pulled a string of saliva and a wet, gagging gasp. He set a relentless pace, using her mouth like a flesh toy, the sounds obscenely loud in the sleeping camp.
"So fucking good," Lian grunted, watching his dick disappear between her stretched, reddening lips. "Look at you. Can't get enough."
Xia's eyes were squeezed shut, tears leaking anew. But her throat worked, trying to swallow around him. Her tongue fluttered helplessly against his frenulum. The vibration made him curse.
He wanted more.
His free hand shot out, grabbing the front of her robe. With a sharp tug, the fabric gave way. The ties snapped, the robe falling open. She wore nothing underneath.
The sight punched the air from his lungs.
Her tits were massive, just as he'd imagined—full, heavy orbs that spilled into her lap. They were pale as moonlight in the gloom, tipped with large, dusky pink nipples that were already pebbled tight from the cool air and the intensity of the moment. They looked soft, weighty, the kind of tits meant to be held, kneaded, fucked.
"Fuck yes," he breathed, his rhythm faltering for a second.
He released her hair, letting her slide off his cock with a wet plop. She gasped, coughing, strings of spit connecting her mouth to his glistening shaft. Before she could recover, his hands were on her. He palmed both breasts, his thumbs rasping over her hard nipples. They filled his hands completely, warm and yielding. He squeezed, not gently.
A sharp, muffled cry escaped her. Her back arched, pushing her chest into his hands.
"You like that?" he asked, pinching a nipple, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers. "Your tits are perfect. Made for this."
He pulled her forward by her breasts, guiding his cock between the soft, pale mounds. He pushed them together, trapping his length in a valley of smooth, hot flesh. The sensation was unbelievable—silken skin, the abrasive tease of her nipples against the sides of his dick.
He started to thrust.
Squelsh. Shhlk.
It was a wet, sliding friction. Her spit and his precum slicked the path. He fucked the cleft of her tits, his tip nudging against her chin with each forward drive. He looked down, watching his cock appear and disappear between the magnificent pale curves.
"Lick it," he ordered, his voice thick. "When I come up, taste it."
Xia, dazed and pliant, obeyed. As his cockhead popped free near her mouth, her tongue snaked out, lapping at the precum-smeared crown. Slurp. Then he'd plunge back down, his shaft sliding through the tight, soft channel. Sqush.
He kept one hand clamped around her tits, holding them tight for his dick. The other returned to her hair, controlling the pace.
The lewd, wet symphony filled the space: the slap-slap of his hips against her chest, the squelch of flesh on flesh, the wet, hungry sounds of her mouth on his cock. Her breathing was ragged, coming in desperate snatches when he allowed it.
"Suck it properly. Get it nice and wet."
She opened, taking the head, swirling her tongue around the rim. Slirk. Slup. He let her do it for a few seconds, savoring the expert flicking, before he took over again. He pushed past her lips, back into her throat, fucking her face with short, deep jabs while his other hand mauled her breast, thumb rubbing rough circles on her nipple.
Guk. Guk. Guk.
He was fucking her face and her tits simultaneously, a brutal, overwhelming assault. Spit and precum coated her chin, her neck, the upper slopes of her breasts. Her face was a mess—eyes glazed, cheeks slick, lips swollen and abused. She couldn't breathe properly; every time he hilted in her throat, her body would tense, a desperate mmph! sound escaping her.
"You can't breathe, can you?" he taunted, pulling out to let her gasp. Her chest heaved, her magnificent tits bouncing with the motion. "You need my cock so bad you'll pass out for it. Look at you."
He didn't wait for her to recover. He shoved back in, angling her head back to open her throat wider. He went deeper than before, holding himself there, feeling the frantic, fluttering pulses of her gag reflex around his base. Her eyes bulged, her face turning a deep red.
Just as she began to struggle in earnest, he pulled back, letting air rush into her lungs in a hoarse, sucking wheeze.
He switched tactics. He leaned back, pulling her up by the shoulders until she was straddling his lap, facing him. Her robe hung open, her breasts swaying before his face. He latched onto a nipple, sucking the stiff peak into his mouth, biting down just enough to make her cry out softly.
His hand slid between her legs, finding her cunt soaking wet. He shoved two fingers inside her, crooking them. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and slippery.
"You're dripping," he muttered against her breast. "Getting off on this, aren't you? On being my little throat slut."
He pumped his fingers in and out of her, his thumb finding her clit. She ground herself against his hand, her hips moving in tiny, frantic circles. Her moans were stifled, choked, as she tried to stay quiet.
He pushed her back down his body, onto his cock. He guided himself back between her tits, fucking them with renewed frenzy while his fingers continued to work her cunt. The stimulation was too much, too many points of contact. He felt her body tighten, her cunt gripping his fingers like a vise as a silent orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched, her mouth fell open in a soundless scream, and her tits squeezed his dick with involuntary pressure.
The sight of her coming, utterly debauched and used, tipped him over the edge.
"I'm gonna cover you," he snarled, pulling his fingers from her sopping cunt and replacing them with his cock. He pulled it from the heat of her breasts, the head glistening and purple with need. "Your face first. Then these perfect fucking tits."
He pointed his dick at her. She was panting, her orgasm still wracking her, but her eyes were locked on him, waiting.
The first hot spurt hit her cheek, white against her flushed skin. Splurt. The second painted her nose. Splat. The third landed on her forehead, dripping down toward her eye. He groaned, his hips jerking uncontrollably. He aimed for her mouth, and she opened it instinctively, catching the next pulse on her tongue. Glurk.
He reached out, smearing the cum over her lips, across her chin, mixing it with the existing mess. "Now the tits," he gasped, pulling her forward.
He dragged the head of his cock over one nipple, then the other, leaving glistening trails. Then he pressed the slit between them, against the smooth skin of her sternum, and let the last few ropes of his release erupt, painting the valley between her breasts with thick, pearlescent stripes. Splurt. Splurch.
It was too much. He needed to feel her mouth one last time.
He shoved his cum-smeared dick past her painted lips, deep into her throat, and held it there as the final, weaker pulses shot directly down her gullet. Gulp. Swk.