Page 109 of Trove’s Purpose

He tilted her head back further, and he straightened. Her mouth opened just a bit further. Waiting for him. Anticipating him.

But she didn't move. She didn't take more than he offered. Even when he rested the head of his cock there against her chin, she didn't try to take him past her lips. Her tongue didn't dart out for a taste. She was patient and obedient, waiting for his choice.

Trove shook from the power he held over her. From the absolute control. Then, he pulled her head forward, rubbing her lips across his cock head.

And groaned. It still hurt, burning like a brand against the sensitive skin, but he craved that pain with a riotous hunger. He wanted more.

So, he took it.

He pressed his head against her lips, pushing forward. The heat of her breath, the slickness of her tongue, the stretch of her mouth made him groan as his hips, quite involuntarily, jerked forward. His head popped past her lips and she started in surprise but quickly gained control over herself and returned to obedient stillness. Unmoving. Not sucking.

“You’re so good,” he praised, rubbing her scalp.

He began bobbing her head up and down, fucking her mouth. She remained so perfect, just letting him take as he desired.

It felt unreal. Incredible. He couldn’t quite describe the feeling. It was heat and electricity and silken softness all bundled up in one sensation that seemed to center his entire being on that small point of connection between him. Like the rest of his body didn't exist. His entire being was reduced to nothing more than his head rubbing against her smooth tongue and the harder roof of her mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered, pressing further. Burying more of his shaft into her mouth.

She groaned and obeyed.

Trove groaned as her lips tightened around him. As her tongue rippled and pulled. She sucked as instructed. Turning herself into a toy for him. One that just slurped messily as he continued bobbing her head up and down, pushing himself deeper and deeper.

Then, he reached her throat. He felt it like a wall in the back of her mouth. She gasped and gagged, automatically, reflexively drawing back.

He tightened his grip on her head and pulled her in. She didn't tap his thigh; she didn't try to pull away again. She hummed low in her throat, and the vibrations against his cockhead sent a shudder all the way up his spine. His eyes rolled back.

And he forced his way into her throat.

Pulling her head down, he pushed past the tight ring at the back of her mouth. Even as she choked. Even as it spasmed against his head. The spasms, her choking, only made it better. She groaned, and the vibration being that much closer made it even better.

His stomach was tightening. His sac was pulling. He was on the verge of something incredible. Dancing right there on an aching edge that felt like it was going to rip him apart. If not destroy him completely outright.

It was good. It was incredible. It was wrong.

No, it was right. This was right. He loved it.

He hated himself.

Chee’s tongue undulated under his cock, the grip of her throat spasmed, she had tears rolling down her pretty cheeks, but her eyes were still squeezed shut. He wanted her to look at him. He wanted her to grab him and pull him close.

This was wrong.

No, this was incredible.

He was already ripped apart. Standing right there on the precipice, his vision turning gray, his body stiffening as every muscle locked up at the same time.

Trove came down her throat with a roar. His head thrown back, fingers digging into her scalp, forcing her even closer, his cock even deeper, as the aching throb of the shaft, of his sac, turned into waves of ecstasy that burned through every cell, razing him to ash.

It felt so good.

He was so wrong.

Chee was sputtering and trying to pull back, but his grip only tightened as he pumped his hips, chasing that tortuous pleasure, pumping his seed directly into her belly.

His knot was up. It was throbbing at the base of his cock. Aching so painfully. He released her head to grab it with both hands. Needing the pressure, not able to push the girth all into her mouth.

But releasing her head meant she could finally yank herself free. Coughing, sputtering, gasping desperately, Chee gagged and choked as she struggled.