Thread: The New Eden Project {darkest_fate&Google}

The fact that she objected, pointing out that it wouldn't fit into her mouth was entirely pointless to Jandrax. He wasn't planning on fucking her face, no doubt her throat would have some trouble dealing with its girth but none of that really meant a thing. The prince didn't care all that much about how it was that she got him off, her hands would do just fine but in the end he planned to finish inside of her mouth, holding her in place while she drank his cum. It wouldn't bring her the relief that she claimed and Miss Watson would likely figure that out before very long, really all the prince wanted was some physical release. In time he would have the pleasure of seeing her humiliate herself and beg for further attention as she desperately tried to get some kind of relief from the heat that would consume her. You like the taste of that don't you? He asked with a slight chuckle, quite pleased with the little show that she was putting on for him. All that dignity and self control that she had struggled to maintain before was falling apart now that they were alone together, her body responding to him in the most pleasing of ways. The touch of her tongue to his cock was enough to make his hips shift and his eyes to roll back a little bit, the hand that was resting on her hair wrapping itself in her hair, keeping her from pulling away, wanting to keep her close to his cock, wanting to keep her from being able to think about anything other then the exotic shape and the precum that was slowly but surely lubricating it and her hand. Its alright to admit you like the taste, its one of the changes brought about by the Splicing. I will be making sure you have all you need to satisfy your cravings. Sure he had promised to help her with those cravings earlier but in truth he was speaking of what he really had in mind for her. Jandrax didn't just want her to be some little plaything for the night, he intended for her to be his for a very very long time... not that he expected her to know the difference. Slavery was a long tradition among the Rangnar... something they didn't tell worlds they were taking over slowly so he really doubted Emma would be aware of that aspect of their culture. The tail never ceased its movement down into her dress, slow and sensuous it massaged her flesh, always winding and twisting in its journey downward. It took time but eventually it brushed against her panties, the very tip of her tail finding the lacey edge of the material, pleased to find that she had unknowingly dressed for him so perfectly. As the tail continued downward, still outside of her panties and rubbing over the moistened material. The feel of the soaked fabric got little smirk from the prince as he looked down at Emma. Of course they were both aware of how aroused she had been since entering his presence but it was still nice to find the physical confirmation of that. Slowly he teased her, trailing the tip along her slit through the expensive panties while letting the rest of his tail inside of her dess writhe and run over her flesh to further stimulate her body with his touch. You really do need this. He commented, his tone rather smug. I have no idea how you resisted for so long while you are in this state.