Thread: Dagor Dagorath - 1x1 Lôminzil / Jukha [LeaT x Prince]

In other circumstances Lminzil might have considered Jukha an almost perfect mate. Fierce, strong, and thinking more with his cock head than the one on his shoulders. His pesky questions from the ride seemed to be forgotten as the promise of her sexual submission became primary in his little orc brain. He continued to babble somewhat, confusing the effects of the poison with his animal lust towards her. She did nothing to help him learn and even if she wanted to her mouth was full of his engorged meat. The taste of orc must be an acquired one as she found him bitter and foul, almost thankful for the taste of poison still in her mouth. Her jaw began to ache slightly from trying to open so wide around him and sparing him her teeth at least to start. Reflexively her mouth began to water and helped dilute his musk, though he began to ooze thick orc precum. She tried to ignore the foulness of him and soon had to struggle with him forcing more and more of it into her mouth. She didn't gag, she had learned to suppress that particular reaction, though she did struggle mildly. Her struggle was more for his benefit than any panic from her, orcs were cruel and domineering creatures, they would want to see her resist. She squirmed and pretended to pull back as he thrust her deeper onto his cock, his large hand controlling her head. At first she placed her hands on his thighs, as if trying to fight him. Eventually one soft hand went to his shaft, trying to limit how much he could thrust into her, the other went lower, cupping his huge balls. She squeezed his over-ripe fruit, making an unseen face at the idea of swallowing the product of such large full spheres. She used her fingers to caress his hairy sack, her touch gentle and feminine. He pushed her so far down his shaft she felt her throat stretch about him. She coughed a muffled cough several times, no matter how tight she gripped his shaft, she couldn't stop him from forcing himself deeper into her throat. Her small hand simply squeezed closer to the base of his cock as her lips were forced deeper. Finally she released his shaft as he forced his full length into her. Her nose wriggled as it was pressed to his hairy base, tickling slightly. When he did let her up, her spit mixed with his precum lathered his shaft and trickled down her chin. She coughed again, thick globs of their mess dripping down his shaft only to be slurped up again as he forced her back down. Each time he filled her throat she swallowed hard and often, her stretched neck muscles caressing his length. As he leaned back and growled his pleasure she only hoped he would cum with his cock down her throat so she wouldn't have to taste it. But then she was surprised as he pulled her off his cock and onto his lap. She choked there for a moment with his fist around her slender neck. He lifted her so easily she felt like a child's play thing. Her eyes met his and for a moment she showed a glimpse of fear, as if she thought he might just squeeze the life out of her. She thought the only thing saving her was the promise of more pleasure. Her dark body hung from his hand, his for the taking. Still choking she struggled, breasts jiggling, legs flailing, her smooth sex bare and wet. Her inner lips were swollen and wet, pushing her outer lips into a puffy mound of softness that separated slightly to reveal her pink folds. Clearly she was ready to be matted and bred, except she had made sure he wouldn't breed her. Just as she felt the world going black, blacker than the perpetual night, she could suddenly breath and found herself in his lap. Her slender body pulled tight against him, she felt the pressure of his thick wet cock pressed against her aching mound. While she gasped for air, her face a mess of his precum glistening in the light of the fire, she heard what he wanted. Reaching down her soft hand stroked his cock from the tip as far as she could reach. Probably not halfway down his length but far enough to guide him to her willing and eager opening. Despite how wet and willing she was, Jukha's sheer size was going to make this difficult.