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

This man had to be some kind of devilish monster! Emma would've never thought something like that if it weren't for all the evidence to the contrary. His thick cock skewering her face, his unwavering confidence, his continued insistence upon her reacting. Each word hammered into her, making the poor little Brit shiver. They slid over her skin, dug into her flesh, made her question just their truth. Did she want his thick, black, cock? Did she want to take the huge thing inside of her? Thoughts like that had hovered near the edges of her mind, thoughts of what it would feel like puncturing her body, of how something like that could even fit . Now he insisted, laying it out before her as if he'd read her mind instead of injected thoughts there. This time, she had to let out a sharp noise of protest, even tried to shake her head she didn't want this.... truly she--did she? She swallowed around him, feeling more spittle leaking from around her tightly stretched lips. Another pull of her head, and Emma's mouth dropped open instinctively. Her tongue lolled out, eyes looking toward him, every inch the obedient little cocksucker. In truth, the girl just couldn't help but fulfill a role when demanded. Yes, that had to be it her trained ability to slide into position. Not the ache she began to feel in her chest or between her legs at his raw masculinity and primal sexuality. That... that wasn't her, surely. He grasped that head and fucked it . Emma felt herself gagging, but already much deeper than they'd started, then possibly the start of their last attempt. She felt inches of him filling, overfilling her throat. More spittle rose out, falling, and she almost caught it, smearing the liquid over his cock. He'd threatened something about wetting him for her, so clearly he wanted her spittle smeared over him. Delicate hands worked frantically, running her fluids over his shimmering girth, the black pillar soon glistening with juices. Eyes met, and he repeated directions, demands. She blinked her wide, expressive brown eyes, understanding showing even as they watered slightly. the strain of holding her jaw open, of keeping her mouth about his cock, started to weigh on her. Emma's stamina hadn't been built for intense face-fucking, after all. Something that became even more apparent as Krutanga shifted again, almost violently fucking the starlet's face. Once more she started to gag, a burst of spit splattering against him. She felt her throat constantly working, squeezing and rippling about him even as it vibrated. Fluids kept leaking outward, drizzling out, and she was beginning to wonder if she even had any spit left . A glance showed some of it streaked with white. Foolish, naive Emma thought perhaps he'd finally spurted within, that she saw his cum drizzled with her sperm. The mixture didn't quite foam, didn't quite have thickness, but surely he'd--- ---no, she was wrong. She whimpered as he insisted again, offering a new alternative. Take it all or beg. Her eyes flicked toward the pole. He knew she couldn't take him, not now, likely not ever. A phone appeared, and her eyes flicked to it... a camera. God, how many times had she posed for one of those? Never like this. But she couldn't see a way out. She couldn't swallow him to the hilt, not even with his help. His thick arms had only brought them a little past what she'd managed on her own, leaving at least a few inches left. And he had just said he wouldn't actually fuck her... here. The thought made her body shiver again. Finally, she acted, not seeing the choice. She pulled herself from him, spittle again connecting cock to Krutanga. 'I admit defeat,' she said, almost using his words. She stumbled to her feet, almost falling over, slightly dazed. 'I can't take your thick---thick cock into my tiny little mouth,' she said, trying to recall the words even as she said them. She swallowed, turning to look to the pool. She moved to it, hands shakily grasping onto it, bending slightly, figuring that was the idea. 'Please, General, please fill my--my tight little white sex with your thick black manhood,' she said, almost whimpering. She shivered, shaking her lower half again. 'You won and I am here just to help you and your people,' her gaze flicked toward the phone for a moment as she swallowed again. 'Please, ransack my white body with your dark flesh. I---I want it. I need it,' she looked back to Krutanga, trying to express need in those big eyes. 'I need your thick cock inside one of my tight holes...' she said, hoping against hope it was enough.