Monster Claimed

“On your knees, Elney.” He was already pushing me down, my knees collapsing onto the soft robe as I kneeled before him, that thick twitching bulge at eye level now.

“You belong to me,” he said in that tone I recognized, it pulled at everything that Logan had trained me for and I swallowed, everything shaking as I looked up to him.

“Yes, master,” I said, watching his face. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to unwrap my cock. Unwrap your present.” Alan’s hand rested on my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as I lifted my hands, fingers curling around the waistband of his shorts, as I began to pull them down.

The v on his hips narrowed, the waist of the shorts catching on his cock, the hem bulging with the head before I shifted the shorts and his cock sprang free.

The ebony staff was rock hard as it fell down from its restraint, the head tapping against my nose and leaving a drop of wet there.

I gasped but didn’t move as I stared at it, the width, the length. It was different from the others I had seen. It almost looked like the twisted coils of a unicorn horn that I had seen in a coloring book as a child. Two thick ropes twisted around each other until it came to a point, the throbbing tips seeping drops of wet. I reached forward, grabbing it as I had the one from yesterday.

My hand couldn’t wrap around the shaft, the skin warm and hot and pulsing beneath my palm.

“God. Little girl.. that hand.” Alan’s head was thrown back, his voice strained as he grunted. His hips thrusting toward me as his cock slid against my palm. Pulsing through the O of my grip as he began to moan.

The motion scared me and I pulled pack, or I tried to. Before I could move more than an inch, the two ropes of his cock separated, one of the tick ropes wrapping around my wrist, pulling my hand back against him. I yelped in surprise, but the ambient motion of his cock held me in place.

“I will show you all the wonderful things I can do with my cock, but for now I want you to hold me, baby,” he demanded, the dual ropes of his cock holding me in place as I held the other, as he forced my hand to move over him. A little drop of white began to form on the tip, the bit of cream pulling into a drip.

That I knew. That I had been told about all my life, I’d had dreams about it.

The delicious cum from a cock.

The drip of cum grew with each thrust, and as the tip of the cock I was stroking moved closer to my face, I leaned into him, tongue out as I licked the wet from the head.

His thrust stilled as my tongue hit his flesh, the salty-sweet of his cum flooding my tastebuds.

“Mmm,” I moaned, licking again in the hopes that there would be more.

“God! You minx,” Alan gasped, his hands moving to tangle through my hair again. His fingers clenching and pulling as I licked him again, this time letting my tongue run around the ring of his cock’s head, feeling the ridge below my tongue as I searched for more cum. I only found the salty lust of his penis. Which was almost as good.

He moaned again, the part of him that was wrapped around my wrist releasing to coil back with its brother, the thickness of his exploding as his fingers pulled tighter. As he pressed his dick against my lips, the iron rod pressing against my tongue as it worked its way into my mouth, the two pieces separating just enough to force their way in.

“Open wide, Elney,” Alan growled, his voice husky now as he pushed against my teeth and tongue and he pressed his cock into my mouth.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could in an attempt to fit him, letting my lips wrap around his erection as I tasted the cock of a Denon for the first time. My eyes were wide as I stared at the pleased smile of the man who was pressing his cock into my mouth. Pushing himself deeper as he began to moan. My tongue ran along the underside of his staff as his hands pressed against my head, pushing me against him. Deeper. Deeper.

His cock hit my throat. With a jolt of panic my stomach clenched, my throat tightening, panicking at not being able to breathe rushing through me. I failed and tried to move away but he gripped my hair tighter, pulling painfully. He thankfully backed up, giving me a chance to breathe. Although my panic didn’t leave.

“It’s okay, Elney. We can make this easier the first time,” Alan said, his thumb caressing through my hair as all his other fingers gripped harder. His cock uncoiled again, the width of him decreasing as one half of his cock slithered out of my mouth only to wrap around my neck, only to pull me back into him. “Just relax. Relax your jaw. Your throat. Relax.”

I tried to do what he said, but his cock was pushing back into me now, the swollen head pressing against my throat so painfully that even with the decreased width I just was sure I was made to do this.

Judging by the look in his eyes, this was going to happen anyway.

“Relax, baby. Relax or this is really going to hurt,” Alan said, still pressing into me, the snake of his cock firm against my neck as he pushed me down so that I was sitting on my ass rather than kneeling before him, my head forced to tilt up thanks to the swollen cock that was still spreading my lips.

“I don’t want to hurt you, yet. Do you want me to hurt you?” he asked. I mumbled something through his dick in response to his question and he smiled, pressing himself down into my angled throat.

“Good, because you are going to take this cock.”

Warm tears began to spill from my eyes. My own saltiness coming from someplace between exertion and fear as that pressure in the back of my throat turned into something closer to pain. I wanted to gag, my body screaming that I was choking as he pushed deeper. The warm length pushed past my jaw, his cock bulging into my throat. I could feel him there, pulsing inside of me, pressing against the skin of my neck from the inside out.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move with the thick pipe that was being forced into my throat. I instantly went into fight or flight mode. Panic took over as I flailed and tried to push away from him. He held on tighter, one half of his cock tightening as the other slid deeper and he moaned.

“Swallow my cock, baby,” Alan’s voice was a grunt as his cock hardened in my throat. “I want to feel you swallow my cock and then you can breathe.”