Thread: Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

Fiera panted as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she ran it slowly up the shaft, the smell and taste of the illithid's arousal overwhelming her keen senses. She couldn't tell, as her gaping mouth settled over the tip of the monster's cock, whether it was controlling her body or her mind at this point. Was there even a point in distinguishing anymore? She tried to resist. To ignore the burning want that kept building in her, the jolt of pleasure that bloomed from her groin as she lowered herself, the head of his cock filling her mouth and stretching her jaw. But, she couldn't anymore. Fiera had never learned to cope with such a relentless assault on her mind, never learned to cope with anything really. She had only ever learned to force herself and to try harder, and if that wasn't good enough it was only because she wasn't good enough. She was too weak, too limited. And now she was at her limit. There was little resistance left as he forced her to take his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, just autonomic responses a feeble gag reflex, a cough, a spasm of pain. It hurt, it hurt so badly. The same childhood injury that rendered her a near mute--so ancient she didn't even remember how it had happened--now left her throat tender. As the thick shaft was forced roughly down her throat, she could feel it chafing, brusing. She gagged, coughed, choked a torrent of drool began to ooze from within her mouth, her body desperately attempting to lubricate the massive cock and spare herself the worst of it. And despite the pain she still wanted. The taste, the smell, the feel of the monstrity's slick skin against her lips, it was strangely intoxicating to her. It mingled with the scent of her own desire, wafting up from below. Her eyes began to roll back in her head. Even so, there was a certain relief to feel the shaft sliding out, freeing her. She coughed and sputtered, her desperate gasps for air nearly as painful as the cock that she had been choking on, but instead of being smothered by the musk, the rush of air left her light-headed. It took her a moment to become aware enough of her surroundings to see that the monster had sat down, his upright cock eagerly awaiting her. Fiera knew that the desire filling her mind was not her, that it came from him. But it was merely a flat acknowledgement, not any vain attempt at defiance. That had passed. Though her hands were unsteady and nearly numb, she managed to find the waistline of her pants and pull the garment down to her knees, peeling the cloth away from her drenched thighs, exposing her womanhood to the monstrosity before her. She shifted her hips, pressing herself to the tip of his cock. But, as eagerly as her body yearned for him, taking him in was... complicated. She squirmed her pelvis futilely against him, the slickness of her sex frustrating her desires as he slid teasingly against her flesh without ever quite entering her. With a whimper, Fiera reached forward with trembling hands. The nimble fingers that deftly picked locks in the pitch black, now seemed clumsy and childish as she wrapped them around his shaft, still slick with her drool. She held him steady as best she could, before pushing her hips once again against the head of his cock. This time, her lips parted, swallowing up his tip until it strained against her hymen. Haa--aaaahh... The strangled sound that escaped her lips, raspy and grating and more like a bird than a woman, expressed both relief and yearning.