She rembered how her throat felt like it was going to burst and how she had to gasp for air while he drove himself deep into her. "I don’t want my throat to get all sore—"
CRACK!
The slap’s sound echoed through the quiet grove. Rex’s hand hit her cheek hard enough to snap her head to the side.
The sting was quick and strong, like a hot white flash of pain that made her dizzy.
"Like I fucking care!"
"Just shut up and do it right now or you’ll get sothing worse from !"
"Listen to ," Rex said in a low voice, his eyes narrowed into slits of pure malice. "Stop acting like a dumb bitch and crying until the moon rises!"
"It won’t change what’s coming!"
"If you don’t start acting right, this will be a much longer punishnt for you!"
"Do you understand!?"
He didn’t wait for a response. He just stood over her, his huge, throbbing cock inches from her face, a silent, threatening presence.
Nerith realized the truth when she shook so hard that her teeth chattered. His patience was limited, and she was quickly running out of it.
She leaned forward with a sob that felt like it was ripping her chest open. Her eyes stayed on his, dark and unyielding, as she slowly reached out.
’I’m sorry... everyone...’
She started with a hesitant, shaky lick that made her tongue move over the soft, veined head of his cock. The taste was salty and heavy, which reminded her of how she was going to give in.
Even as she licked the tip, her mind scread in protest, rembering the painful bruise in her jaw and the tight, suffocating feeling in her throat. But she pushed her fear down and opened her mouth wide to fit the huge, scary weight of him.
"Is that the best you can do after I train you?" Rex said. "Don’t forget that Talyra also helped you."
She pushed herself to lean in and open her lips to take him in. The size of him was scary, where the head of his cock was wide, hot, and throbbed against her lips in a rhythmic, demanding way.
When she started to slide her mouth over him, the feeling of his thick girth stretching her lips made her feel a sudden rush of panic. Her eyes filled with tears again, not just from sadness but also from the strain of having to deal with his size.
’Uggghhh...! It’s still too big for ...!’
’I’m having a hard ti breathing...!’
"What a fucking joke." Rex sighed. "Here..."
"...I’ll fucking help you."
Rex let out a low, guttural groan of approval and tangled his fingers in her hair to help her move. He didn’t care that she was in pain, because all he cared about was the heat and the friction.
"Fucking a druid’s mouth is just another extra feeling than an elf..."
"But... I can feel sothing warm and soft inside your mouth, like I was in nature or so shit," Rex laughed. "Nah, I’m just bullshitting."
He pushed his hips forward, forcing her to take more of him and pushing her head back as he tried to fill her mouth completely. Nerith felt the terrifying feeling in her throat that she was used to: the muscles were straining to make room for the huge intruder.
"Grrggghhh... Mrrrggghhhhh.... Urccckkkk..." She gagged and made a small, muffled sound from her nose, but Rex only pulled her hair harder, making her endure the delicious, punishing depth of his thrusts.
Nerith tried to act, but her movents were slow and unsure. Her tongue moved in a timid, flickering way that barely touched the bottom of his shaft.
She was still in the rhythm of her own grief. She was trying to be careful and avoid the things that had hurt her, but her lack of interest hurt his feelings.
Rex’s eyes got darker, and a low, dangerous rumble started to build in his chest. "Oh, co on now!"
"Is that all you can give !?" he spat, his voice full of anger. "Are you going to treat like a chore? Like sothing you have to do?"
Rex’s big hands grabbed the sides of her head like iron vices before she could even gasp a plea for forgiveness. He didn’t just lead her, but he took her.
He suddenly and violently thrust his hips forward, pushing himself deep into her mouth. The force of the thrust almost made her nose hit his pubic bone.
GLCK! GLCK! GLCK!
"Open wider, you useless girl!" he scread, his voice like a whip.
He started to fuck her mouth with a steady, punishing force, and his hips hit her face with a wet, slapping sound that echoed through the trees. Every thrust was a victory, a violent reclaiming of her senses.
He didn’t care that she was gagging or that her eyes were rolling back because of the stretching pressure. He used her mouth to get what he wanted, and he squeezed her skull so hard that the bones in her jaw groaned under the pressure.
"Hahahahaha!" He laughed at her and said, "Look at you," his breath hot and slling like musk as he looked down at her.
"A druid of the forest, turned into a fucking mouth for to use."
"If Apollo saw you now, he would be crying and begging for more."
"He would be too soft to take you like this, wouldn’t he?"
"He would be too scared to break you, just like how he did to all of his harem."
"What a fucking waste."
He sped up, and his thrusts got shorter, harder, and more frantic. He was treating her mouth like a war zone, and his cock was banging against the back of her throat in a painful, steady rhythm.
Nerith could only make muffled, desperate sounds. Her eyes were full of tears as she had to swallow the overwhelming, thick presence of him.
"Mrrrggghhh... slurrrggghhh..." Her whole world shrank down to the brutal, rhythmic pounding of his cock against her very soul.
The world had shrunk down to the feeling of being defeated. Every ti Rex’s hips slamd forward, the shock went through Nerith’s whole skull, making her vision break into kaleidoscopic shards of amber and black.
’I’m going to die any second now if he keeps treating like this...’ The weight of him was so heavy and unyielding that it showed how helpless she was.
’It hurts a lot...’ Her mind scread in a frantic, internal voice that never made it to her lips. ’He doesn’t even see as a person anymore.’
’I’m just... a tool... a thing that can be used for whatever he wants.’
It was a constant, terrifying, sweet pain to feel his cock hitting the back of her throat. Every thrust made her feel sick, and her gag reflex was losing the battle against the giant size of him.
She could feel the skin on her cheeks stretching to the point of breaking, and the pressure in her ears was so high that she thought her head might burst. The salt in her tears and the musk on his skin made a bitter, overpowering mix of feelings.
’Is this what it ans to be used until you start hurting?’ She thought about it, but her mind was clouded by pain and sha. ’To have your will taken away until all you can feel is... him?’
’But why... why did Aisella and Talyra enjoy this kind of thing...’
’It’s wrong... and it’s not good for your own health...’
She felt like his hands were crushing her head, not holding it but trapping it. He was in charge of every move she made, telling her how deep to breathe and how to tilt her head.
He made fun of her by calling her useless and comparing her to the "soft" Apollo. The words hurt more than the physical pain.
It was like being flayed in the mind. He was taking away her dignity, piece by piece, and replacing her sense of self with the overwhelming truth of his desire.
’Apollo... please...’ She thought of a desperate, flickering picture of his kind face that looked like a dying star. ’Don’t forget ... before he makes nothing but a mory of his pleasure.’
But even as she thought of him, Rex’s next brutal thrust would break the image and bring her back to the raw, stretching reality of the present. She wasn’t a druid anymore, and she wasn’t a woman with a purpose.
She was an animal acting on instinct, drowning in the unbearable, punishing heat of a man who knew exactly how to kill her.
Rex’s eyes glazed over with a dark finality as he reached his limit. His hand closed around her head, white-knuckled, and he made a guttural, animal sound that vibrated through her whole body.
"TAKE THIS, YOU DRUID BITCH!" He drove himself as deep as he could, burying his cock in her throat one last ti with a final, violent surge.
SPLUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT~!
Nerith felt his body shudder, and her hands scrabbled uselessly at his thighs, her eyes bulging. The first spasm of release hit her like a physical blow.
A hot heavy flood filled her mouth, and she choked, and what’s even worse is that he didn’t pull out imdiately to make her suffer more. He stayed buried deep, pumping into her with a steady, devastating rhythm that seed to drain the last of her strength.
And when he did back up, he did it with savage abruptness. He stepped back, his cock rigid and stark, a pillar of flesh, neither softening nor lingering.
SPLOOSSH!
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