Eleryn's mind went blank as pleasure overwhelmed her senses, replacing thoughts with pure feeling. She couldn't think anymore; she could only feel and react to the stimuli bombarding her from all sides.
Her mouth moved faster without conscious direction, sucking harder and swirling her tongue around Malrik's velvety hardness as it invaded her wet caverns.
"Now that's the spirit~" Malrik was encouraged as her moans vibrated against his throbbing length as it kept plunging in and out of her stretched peachy lips—her lips so tightly wrapped around him that Eleryn had begun making obscene slurping noises that echoed through the relatively quiet space.
His tendrils were uncojured—
As the walls turned crimson and began to fire their spells outward, his main desire was not being forgotten—but suddenly the spell changed again, and he turned the spell back into his tendrils. His curiosity not yet fully satisfied with this new spell and its endless possibilities—while he cast the spell, he had also unconjured the tendrils holding her hands back, a crystal-like set of shackles replacing them, and bound her hands behind her back.
Eleryn felt the cool shackles binding her arms, frost covering their edges and crafting a freezing sensation on her back. Nhn~," she whispered at the cold brushing against her spine. Her body arched, and her breasts were presented higher.
"Suck faster~" Malrik muttered as he leaned back into his throne in satisfaction. His dick slid farther and farther down her throat as she slobbered and hungered for its skin.
Eleryn's slender neck bulged obscenely around his girth, stretching her narrow passageway to its limits. Her head bobbing harder at his command, her mind swirling as she took him in.
Her head pulling back to get some air—before her lips moved alongside his glistening shaft—tongue licking down to his base and trailing back up, as she continues to pleasure him.
This is just to buy time. I just need to… Need to… She tried to justify her actions, but even her own thoughts were stunted by Malrik's demonic scent. Her eyes fluttering as she moved along his shaft. Her tongue moved lower, passed his base, and down to his balls.
Malrik, being an oh-so-caring partner, let go of her breast so as to allow her to move onto where her desires called her. His tail riding between her thighs, his need for something else to play with other than her breast manifesting in his spade tail. Its tip wiggled up her dress and into her undergarments.
Eleryn's eyes rolled back in their sockets.
She felt Malrik's tail slide up her skirt. Its spade slipping and teasing her sensitive folds. That was slick with her arousal, her entrance dripping wet as he found a way to play with her even farther.
"Mmphh mmphhh mmmpphhh." Muffled cries spilled soundlessly from her cupped mouth stuffed full with the large hanging marbles covered in his musky, manly scent and her own saliva.
Her rosy lips sucked on his balls in lustful indulgence.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her lips sealing around the heavy weight of his sac with a desperate hunger. The taste of him—musky, primal—flooded her senses, drowning out any lingering resistance. A whimper vibrated against his skin as Malrik's tail curled deeper between her thighs, its spade teasing circles over her clit before slipping lower to press insistently at her entrance.
Mmmnnhh~ The muffled sound escaped around his flesh as she arched into the dual stimulation—her hips rolling forward greedily while her tongue lapped along the underside of his balls in slow, worshipful strokes. Every flick sent jolts through him; every suck made his cock twitch above where it rested against her flushed cheek.
I shouldn't… I can't stop… Her thoughts fragmented further when the tip of that wicked tail breached just slightly inside—just enough to make slick heat pulse around it in response. Saliva dripped from where she worked hungrily on him, creating strings that connected his balls to her parted lips whenever she pulled back for air before diving down again.
Malrik moaned in pure bliss, "Just like that," his hand ruffling into her golden blond hair.
Her breath hitched as his fingers tangled roughly in her hair, tugging just enough to send a shiver down her spine. The sting of his grip only fueled her desperation—her lips sealed tighter around him, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked with renewed fervor.
Nnngh~ The vibration of her muffled moan traveled straight up his length, her tongue swirling in slow, worshipful circles beneath his sac. Every flick of her tongue, every wet press of her lips was deliberate—driven by a mix of submission and something darker, something hungry.
Between her thighs, his tail teased mercilessly, the spade-tip dipping shallowly inside before retreating, leaving her clenching around nothing. A whimper escaped her—high and needy—as she rocked her hips forward, chasing the fleeting pleasure.
More… need more…
Her thoughts blurred into static, her world narrowing to the weight on her tongue, the musk flooding her senses, and the ache between her legs. She sucked harder, faster—obedient, desperate—her fingers flexing uselessly against the frost-kissed shackles binding her wrists.
And when his grip tightened, guiding her rhythm? She melted into it, letting him take what he wanted.
"Open your mouth wide," Malrik said as he pulled her lips off him. His breath was heavy, and his cock was throbbing as he stood up. His throne disappeared right away after he got off it.
Her lips parted with a wet pop, strands of saliva still connecting her swollen mouth to his glistening skin. Chest heaving, she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes—irises darkened with lust, pupils blown wide.
"Y-yes…" Her voice was hoarse, raw from use, but she obeyed instantly, tilting her head back further. Her tongue lay flat, waiting, anticipating, as her breath came in shallow pants. The cold air against her damp chin only made her more aware of how empty her mouth felt without him.
Between her thighs, his tail withdrew slowly—tauntingly—leaving her clenching around nothing, her arousal dripping onto the stone below. A whimper escaped her as she squirmed, hips lifting slightly off the ground in silent pleading.
Please… fill me…
Her thoughts were a haze, her body thrumming with need. She didn't care about the shackles anymore, didn't care about the magic humming in the air—only about the throbbing heat in front of her, the promise of being used again.
Her lips trembled. Waiting. "M-Malrik…" His name spilled out in a broken whisper, half-begging, half-surrendering.
Wait... Malrik?... How did I know h-
Malrik's hips shot forward. His length plunging into her welcoming lips.
"Mmmph! Nnngh—!"
Her throat convulsed as he slammed deep, the thick intrusion forcing a choked gag from her before she could even think to breathe. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as his cock stretched her lips obscenely wide, bulging against the delicate column of her neck. Saliva spilled past the corners of her mouth in glistening rivulets, dripping onto her heaving chest—but she didn't pull back. Couldn't.
Too much—too good—
Her fingers clawed uselessly at the shackles behind her, hips jerking forward as if begging for friction where she ached most. Every ragged breath through her nose carried his scent deeper, thicker, until it was all she knew: salt and musk and him, fucking into her face with slow, merciless rolls of his hips.
Her moan vibrated around him—a broken sound muffled by flesh—as tears finally streaked down flushed cheeks. "Hhhnn~!"
Her throat fluttered wildly around him, struggling to accommodate his girth as he held himself deep, the tip nudging against the tight ring of her esophagus. Tears streamed freely now, her lashes clumped together, her vision swimming with the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely.
"Nghhh—! Hhk—!"
Each choked sound vibrated around his shaft as she fought to breathe through her nose, her chest heaving with the effort. Her tongue pressed helplessly against the underside of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum beading at his slit as it smeared against her palate.
Then—movement.
Malrik pulled back just enough to let her gasp a ragged breath before thrusting back in, deeper this time, the force making her spine arch. Her muffled scream was lost in the wet slap of skin, her body jerking as his tail finally rewarded her desperation, plunging into her dripping core in sync with his hips.
"Mmmph! Mmm! Mmm!"
Pleasure and overstimulation blurred together—her throat stuffed, her cunt stretched, her mind reduced to a writhing, needy thing. She could feel every vein of him, every pulse of his cock as it twitched against her tongue, and when his hand fisted tighter in her hair to hold her still?
She came.
Shaking, clenching, dripping around his tail as her vision whited out—her moan a broken, guttural thing swallowed by his relentless thrusts.
Her body convulsed wildly as the orgasm ripped through her, muscles clamping down around the thick intrusion of his tail in pulsing waves. The vibrations of her choked moans only seemed to spur Malrik on—his thrusts turning rougher, meaner, as he used her throat with abandon.
"Ghk—! Nnngh—!"
Saliva and tears splattered onto her chest; her lips stretched to their limit around his base. The taste of him flooded her senses—bitter, salty, addicting—and her tongue moved weakly against him, as if her body couldn't help but worship even as she gagged.
Between her thighs, his tail curled just so, pressing against that sweet spot inside her that had her seeing stars all over again. Her hips jerked erratically, her thighs trembling as another wave of pleasure coiled tight—
Then snap.
The crystal shackles shattered.
Not from force.
From magic.
Her hands flew forward on instinct, nails digging into Malrik's thighs as she pulled him deeper, swallowing around him with a broken, guttural sound.
More. Harder. Ruin me.
The thought was primal, raw—no longer her own. Just his.
Malrik laughed, "I'm coming undone," he said lustfully as he fucked her throat. Warmth climbing up his shaft with each thrust, "and I'll give you the choice of where it'll be spilled~"
Her eyes widened—half-panicked, half-ravenous—as his words slithered through her pleasure-fogged mind. Choice? There was no choice, not really. Not when her body burned to be marked by him, claimed in the most primal way.
But she played along, lips tightening around his shaft in one last, desperate suck before pulling off with a wet gasp. "I-inside," she panted, voice wrecked, throat raw. "P-please"—breathless whimper—"fill my… throat…"
Her fingers trembled where they clutched at his thighs, nails biting in as if to anchor him there. She tipped her head back further, baring the fluttering column of her neck, her tongue lolling slightly in silent surrender.
Drown me in your seed.
The thought was a prayer, a plea—one she knew he'd answer exactly as she needed.
"Very well, Eleryn," He spoke her name for the first time, shocking her slightly, as he used his thumb to pry her mouth open even farther.
Her breath hitched—he said my name—before his thumb pressed down on her tongue, forcing her jaw wider. A fresh tear streaked down her cheek, but her eyes never left his.
"Nnnh—ahh—"
The sound was barely more than a whimper, her throat fluttering in anticipation as she relaxed into his grip. Her fingers tightened on his thighs, nails leaving crescent marks as she braced herself.
Do it. Ruin me.
Her body trembled, her core clenching around nothing—needing—as she waited for the flood of him, the final claim.
Malrik's lips curled wider into a devious grin. His hips pulled back and then lunged forward, cutting down her throat and burying deeper than before; his shaft pulsed, and warmth burst into her throat.
"Hhhnn—! Mmmph!"
Her body locked—spine arching, toes curling—as the first thick pulse of cum flooded her throat. The heat was overwhelming, scalding her raw flesh as it spilled straight into her convulsing depths. She gagged instinctively, but Malrik's grip on her jaw held firm, forcing her to take it, swallowing every last drop as his cock twitched violently against her tongue.
Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her nose scrunched in a mix of pain and bliss as her throat worked desperately around him. The taste—salt, musk, power—seeped into her very bones, branding her from the inside out.
When he finally pulled back, a string of cum and saliva still connected her swollen lips to his glistening tip. She gasped, coughing weakly, her voice a shattered whisper:
M-More… please…
Her trembling fingers reached for him, begging even as her ruined throat ached. Mark me. Own me. "A-again…"