Thread: A New Queen for a Chief {darkest_Fate&Jack Stalker}

God, this really was something out of a nightmare. Not one that Emma had personally had, thank God... though eerily close. It had always been a downside of her life. Beautiful, young, open about her support and her beliefs, all that drew constant attention toward Emma, mostly good, but enough bad. There had been a few messages toward her to the effect that she'd just love doing something precisely like this if she met a real man. The thought always twisted her stomach, but as her eyes swept up to look at Tyrese, she had to wonder if she hadn't perhaps found someone who seemed to fit the definition all too well. His plans had the taint of masculinity all over them, speaking to violence and authority with equal ease. It kept her stomach fluttering, and she had to swallow hard, fighting the rising panic within. Kill everyone? It was possible. What could she do to stop? He already knew the possible consequences, knew what he could do. Fuck, there was a chance the media would buy a familiar sounding lie like that. All spoken while he had her hair in his hand. A few days of hard work made the soft strands just gritty enough to stick, and Emma could see the twists of light brown just poking through his clenched fist. she almost focused on them as he kept outlining, particularly as he tugged tighter, yet again demonstrating his physical superiority over her, as if she wasn't already acutely aware of it, of her position here. Her gaze finally drew up at However. Here would be what he actually wanted, and what she'd have to do. A hand on her throat made her tense, but she kept still, listened. Keep clothed, do as he said, and it was becoming more and more apparent he intended something sexual. Emma felt the anger spark, lighting her eyes for a moment, tensing her body. she fought the urge to spit it out at him, or to start railing against injustice. That instinct had been long honed, but intelligence could beat instinct, particularly when you had the amount Emma had been blessed with. She kept quiet as he explained in explicit detail. Kept quiet as she watched his grossly large cock slap into face, connecting with her soft white face. The actress couldn't help but stare. The thing he boasted, his.... his manhood had to be nearly the size of her arm. It easily dwarfed the few boys she'd actually gone far enough to see. Fuck, jus seeing it made her instantly classify them as boys to this man before her. Though perhaps beast would be more accurate, with the thick black pillar glistening, a testament to primal sexuality that simply insisted upon deference and attention. Emma had to almost break her gaze away from him as he kept going, continuing to make it clear. She fought the urge to start crying, knowing she had to try this. It wasn't as if she could tell him she couldn't, because even Emma knew that she could... for the most part. She, well, to put it bluntly, she sucked at what he was asking, and not in the way he wanted. When you were a gorgeous starlet, you didn't exactly have to work to get guys to cum for you. It had mostly been a few pumps, a kiss or two on a domed head, and shuddering white would soon spurt over her face. Maybe she'd get lucky here, and most of what Krutanga said was just bluster. Most men came quick upon a female's touch he'd probably be the same. The starlet couldn't help but gasp as he nibbled her ear. Her head jolted back, and soon she found her gaze sliding toward him while he whispered more promises. Who had fantasies like that? yet something in her seemed to react to the picture he presented. Worse, she realized that he'd almost read her mind regarding everything else. Take one, action. Fuck, training kicked in. Training and the simple fact that he'd already wrapped her tiny ivory hand about his cock. Emma didn't even recall that happening. But she couldn't deny that it had happened it was there. She rolled her hand up and down, gathering some of his precum. It lathered against her hand and she fought back a wince. Act, Emma, she told herself, knowing that she could manage that much. She simply rolled her wrist, trying something that usually helped the boys along. Fingers glided along the sensitive domed head for a moment. The nails flitted just near that slit, gathering a little, nicking it for just a moment. Emma gathered enough to start working down, releasing as she went. her hands went wide, fingers first barely touching, then not at all as he seemed to continue to grow. How on earth did this fit inside a woman? After what felt like minutes she hit the bottom. Squeezing, Emma worked her way back up, trying to milk. Another hand went up, moved to slice back some of her light brown hair. Her head moved, hovering just above him. The raw stench hit her hard, and the girl had to fight the urge to gag. Eyes pinched shut as she swallowed, trembling, hand still working, though it had jerked slightly. The raw, masculine smell was unlike anything she'd ever experienced thick, heavy, musky, it made her almost want to lose herself then and there. But she pushed through, taking a few deep sucking breaths. she dared stick her tongue out, the little pink muscle trembling before it darted across the slit. His powerful flavor hit her hard, and Emma brought her hand up to cover for a moment, swallowing. Fucking act or he will kill someone !! She swallowed, moving to spread her lips. She circled the cock, looking up at him. Trying to keep focused, Emma braced, both hands pressing against him. She slowly tried to slide down, moving her lips passed his head. Already her jaw ached from stretching, and she could feel his flesh hitting against his teeth. She swallowed hard, trying to move forward, gagging shortly after the head. A blast of spittle shot downward, hitting against him, and she felt it happening again, throat spasming as she pulled out. I'm trying! she insisted, pumping at his cock. You're just so---so large! she insisted, trying to move her head. The simple fact of the matter was that she barely gave blowjobs to boys a quarter his size. With this? She could barely get a few inches down before she started almost gagging again. Though that didn't stop her from trying... ...and after a bit, it wasn't just the threat. She wanted to prove she could do this. She was Emma fucking Watson, who often only needed a single take. Surely she could handle a blowjob.