“That,” she purred as she reached me, “was… brutal. Barbaric. Savage…”
“And you liked it, didn’t you?” I stood in front of her and grinned as urgent heat surged toward my nether regions.
“I’ve seen men beheaded and hanged in the town square before, by your uncle,” she answered, “but they were tied up, in chains, and helpless. This… this was completely different. Huge men, fighting with fury, like wild animals. And you, Vance - I’ve never seen a man move like that. You were like a dancer, a deadly dancer. Savage and powerful, yet effortlessly graceful and acrobatic. You danced the dance of death with these barbarians, and watching you do it made me feel… oh, all sorts of things. All sorts of delectable things. All sorts of impatient things that are still glowing in me, waiting for… You truly are a god…”
She hadn’t even taken her clothes off yet, but the look in those big, sexy eyes of hers was enough to get me rock-hard already. My cock was pressing with such force against the inside of my pants, I thought it might snap in half if I didn’t let it out.
“We’ve both been waiting for this for a very long time, Anna.” I slowly unbuckled my belt while keeping my eyes locked onto hers. “And now. we’ve finally got some alone time together. We’d best make the most of it.”
Her eyes drifted down, slowly tracing a passage down my chest, my stomach, finally landing on my groin and staying there.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a very long time indeed,” she cooed, her eyes fixed on the massive, throbbing bulge between my legs. “And I’ve been dying to find out if the rumors I’ve heard about a certain part of you are true.”
“There’s only one way to find out, Anna.”
I popped the end of my belt out of its buckle, but I let her do the rest. After all, her eyes the look of excitement that precedes opening a birthday gift. She sank to her knees in front of me and tugged my pants down, teasing me with painstakingly slow movements. She lowered my pants inch by inch, revealing the sight of my massive length and girth pressed against the inside of my thigh bit by bit. Her lips curved up into a wicked grin of sheer delight when she caught sight of the prize that awaited her, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. She yanked my pants down to my knees, gasping with both shock and salacious delight as my prick sprang out with the force of a trap snapping shut. It almost hit in her face, and she had to bob her head to the side to avoid being smacked by it.
“By all the old gods,” she murmured, staring at my throbbing dick in sheer awe, “the rumors were true. It is the biggest in Brakith.”
She slowly curled her fingers around my shaft, gripping it with both hands, and then, turning her gorgeous eyes up to shoot me a beguiling gaze, she opened her mouth and started feeding my pillar of power into her. Anna had a dainty mouth, but those glossy red lips were blowjob lips if I’d ever seen them, and boy, could that little mouth open amazingly wide. This wasn’t the first cock she’d swallowed; I could tell right away that she had plenty of experience with this. My suspicion was confirmed when she cupped my balls with one hand and started fondling them softly, teasingly, while she continued to swallow me, inch by girthy inch.
“Don’t choke yourself… too much.” Pleasure rushed through me as she stretched her mouth even wider. She started coughing and gagging but insisted on continuing to try to fit all of me inside her mouth and throat. I saw her voluptuous lips stretch greedily to coax more of me in.
I grinned. “You’re quite determined to fit all of me in there, aren’t you?”
It wasn’t as if she could speak with her mouth stuffed like this, so she simply nodded, gagging on my monster. I wondered briefly whether she had practiced for this moment like Isu had, and then I wondered, with a sudden smirk, what Isu would do when she realized just how stiff the competition she faced was. She’d have to put in many hours of practice to top this.
Anna must have learned some serious throat relaxation skills, because I was deep in there now. I’d be getting into her lungs if I went any deeper, but still she kept swallowing. It was fascinating to watch—and an extreme turn-on, which didn’t help her, as I kept on swelling harder to the point where it felt as if my dick was about to explode. The wet pressure along the length of me was excruciatingly delicious -, the tight squeeze of her throat that massaged my tip as she swallowed, her tongue still lapping away along the shaft, her lips caressing and sucking close to the base. Eventually, her upper lip pressed against my pubic bone. I don’t know how, but this slim, dainty-mouthed girl had deep-throated me completely. I was as deep inside her as I could be, inside a massage parlor whose only goal was to provide me slow-building pleasure of all kinds. She looked up at me with those gorgeous puppy-dog eyes, asking with her gaze if she’d done a good job, while it looked as if even a flinch on my part would dislocate her jaw. All the while, she moaned and massaged me with her mouth
