Forgehound face fuck

“And then I walk free, right?” you ask.

“God, yes,” the leithan replies. “With any luck I’ll never see you again in my life. But then again,” he continues, laughing a little and tapping the keratin protrusions on his head, “I’ve got a funny feeling you’ll be back. Now kneel, bitch.”

“Hey, you don’t need to be rude,” you mutter, kneeling down in front of him, noting how muscular his forelegs are from up close. “Like this?”

“That’s right. So you can follow an instruction if I keep it simple enough,” the man says, letting out a breath of relief. “Good girl.”

 You stick out your talented tongue at the leithan, provoking him just a bit. He steps over you, what’s hanging between his hindlegs drawing closer. Oooh, his balls are fat! His cock is apparently still in its sheath, but there’s more than enough to keep you entertained here.

“Oh, taking the initiative, are we?” the man chuckles, enjoying the moment as you take his two gigantic balls and press them against your face, licking his sack while his musk surrounds you. Each one is as big as your fucking head, some perverse impulse inside you driving you to wonder what it would be like to make these beasties empty themselves inside you. You’re shuddering when he talks again. “Hey, put your lips on my sheath.”

You hasten to do so. The thought of giving his emerging cock a nice greeting kiss and a cursory suck before you really get down to giving him his ‘apology blowjob’ and then going on your way is cute, after all. You’re gonna have so much fun watching him grunt and groan while you jack him off to finish him, his cum flying everywhere!

You barely even notice the pointed tip emerging, but you definitely pay attention when the next several inches spring free so fast as his cock becomes erect that they shoot down your throat. Suddenly your eyes are wide and you have more than a foot of his monstrous dick down your gullet, practically pinning you directly beneath him as he gets thicker and thicker.

“Aaaah, fuck yeah,” the man sighs, luxuriating while you gurgle under him. “Knew you were dumb enough for that. Bet you thought you were gonna be on the giving end, huh? Wrong, bitch,” he grunts, punctuating the insult by lowering his hips just enough that you’re forced to straighten your spine to take him further inside. “You’re going to sit there and be an obedient cumdump while I fuck your face until I cum inside your stomach.”

You reply by way of wet, desperate gurgles around his massive length, your jaw stretched so wide it hurts. All you can see is his underside, covering your panicked vision. You frantically beat your open palms against it, but receive nothing for your efforts but a mocking laugh.

“Haha, did you not listen to what I said?” the man asks, shifting his hindlegs a little. “Do that again and I’ll claw you hard enough to scar that pretty face of yours. Just calm down and you’ll realize it’s pretty good.”

By some miracle, you can still just barely breathe through your nose with him plunged what must be two feet inside you. At the very least, you’re not in imminent danger yet, and you don’t want to be clawed open - those hindlegs look extremely powerful, and you can’t even escape. It would be best to accept what he said and relax as best you can.

“There you go,” he says encouragingly, raising his hips and sinking them again. You gurgle some more, feeling his thick cock rub against the insides of your throat and stretch it taut. Tears leak from your eyes. “You know, you’d never be able to fit this if you just started sucking it when I was already fully hard. Your throat just seizes up instinctively when such a large foreign object tries to get in. But if you take it offguard...” he continues, raising his hips once more, “you get a fantastic fucktoy!”

He begins slamming himself downwards, mercilessly battering your face with his cock. It feels like your entire upper half is being stretched around a tree trunk, and to make matters worse you can feel every singular throb of his overlarge dick in your throat, taut as it is. Each one signifies another spurt of precum directly into your stomach, and as irritating as it is to admit it, that feels really good. A wave of pleasure radiates outwards from each splattered deposit, and you find yourself looking forward to the next outrageous throb of his cock.

Luckily for you, he seemingly has more than enough to spare. You can feel your vibrant purple cocks hardening even as the bulge of your partner’s cock swells your neck outwards twice a second. You don’t know if it’s just the raw eroticism of the act or what he’s putting in your stomach, but you know your vibrant purple slit is getting wetter with every downward thrust.

“You can masturbate, you little biped cocksleeve,” he grunts from above you. How did he know?! He can’t even see you! “I know how horny you must be getting. I can feel your tongue lashing my cock even while I’m treating you like shit. You fucking love this, you dumb whore.”

Fuck it. You can ignore the insults, even if it hurts a little when he acknowledges that he’s treating you poorly. What’s important is that you’ve been given permission to get yourself off while you’re serving him. You already know how; you’re going to jack off in time to those brain-massaging throbs of his cock, then shove your fingers up your cunt on his outstroke until he cums. If he ever does, anyway. This guy seems like the kind of stud that could just go forever and ever...

The moment you start, it’s evident you’re not going to last nearly as long as he will. It’s been barely ten seconds and already you can feel the familiar pangs of orgasm rising within you, halting your hands movements doing nothing to help. Have you ever been this sensitive? Is there something in his cum doing this to you?

“Go ahead and cum,” he tells you from above.

You’ve barely even processed the fact he just commanded you to cum like you’re a two-bit whore being instructed to act out his fantasies before it happens. Your eyes fluttering at the sensation, you groan and gurgle into his majestic cock as your own begins spurting seed all over you, your pussy tightening up on your fingers and dripping on your palm.

“Good girl,” he grunts, and that’s the only acknowledgement you get.

What the fuck just happened? He just made you cum, like you’re some kind of willing bitch! You’re gonna ask him to pay you some respect after he’s done pummeling your throat with his big, beautiful dogcock. Well, make a polite request, anyway. For now, because you’re tired of the treatment and for absolutely no other reason, you decide to massage his gigantic, hanging balls so he cums faster and this’ll be over.

You can hear his appreciation and you’re intensely grateful - you have no idea how long he’s been facefucking you, but you know you’re going to have trouble talking tomorrow and your neck’s going to be sore. Finally, when he cums you’ll be able to get out of here and away from this - this impossible cock, well before he can take command of you with it. You’re cognizant enough to recognize something is going on, just not what... yet. Maybe when he cums you’ll figure it out. That thought spurs you on to try just a little harder.

Your efforts are rewarded when you hear him begin to pant and strain, his cock hardening inside your throat. Then jets of slick, creamy jizz begin to jet inside your stomach, splattering against your walls, and your consciousness is being buoyed away on a hazy white cloud. Your shapely lips stretched taut around his spasming cock like any other fuckhole would be, you dimly perceive yourself sitting completely still and obediently letting him make use of your stomach to store his great, throat-stretching loads of cum.

You don’t even get to taste it. His gigantic dick is far too deep inside you for that, so the only reward you get is the sense of joyous fulfillment as your belly begins to swell with his spunk. You hardly even notice when he’s done, pulling himself out with a satisfied sigh. You just sit there with your mouth still hanging open, like you’re just waiting for him to use you again. His cock lets out one last spurt, spraying your face. A heavy rope of seed lands in your mouth and up your nose, coating your open eye with extremely sticky spunk.

You don’t even notice. You sit there with a tummyful of hot jizz until the man orders you to stand and close your mouth.

“Now get the fuck out and only come back when you’re ready to submit completely. Oh, and hold the rest in your mouth.”

That’s the last thing you remember from the encounter. When you open your eyes again, you’re alone again. What the hell just happened? You look down at yourself and see your belly, still swollen with a baby bump of jizz, then notice there’s something on your lips. You wipe your hand across your mouth and check what it is: thick, sticky cum. Before you can stop yourself or even think, you instinctively swallow the rest of the load in your mouth.

You immediately groan in disgust and spit. You can feel it travelling down your abused throat to join the rest, its heat massaging your sore insides. That man is dangerous. He’s done something to you, gotten inside your head somehow. You ache just thinking about him, wanting to walk back inside and offer all of your ho- no! Damn, this is what he meant by you coming back to him. You have to find out exactly what it was he did.

Maybe you’ll ask him about it when you go back and see h-no! Fuck! You’re going to go back and fight him, not fuck him! You shake your head and look down at yourself, steeling your resolve. Yes... you’ll go back and settle this once and for all.