Chapter 57: [Taming Progress: 85% Success]
The sheer fact of having the proud Monarch kneel before him left Vince rock-hard and throbbing with raw, dominant lust.
His massive cock stood at full, intimidating length, thick veins pulsing visibly as it hovered heavy and demanding right across Moriele’s flushed face. The intense, musky scent of his arousal—potent, masculine, and overwhelming—filled her nostrils with every shaky breath.
The radiant heat radiating from his cock warmed her cheeks like a brand, making her head spin.
Moriele was already on her knees before him, her elegant silver hair disheveled, her emerald gown bunched around her waist. Her full, heaving breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples stiff and aching. She tried so hard to resist, clenching her jaw and squeezing her thighs together, but the seductive aura and the lingering aftershocks of her previous orgasm had shattered her composure. Her sultry desires surged uncontrollably. Her mouth watered shamelessly. Her soaked pussy continued to drip steadily onto the floor beneath her, leaving a shameful puddle of her juices.
She leaned forward instinctively, lips parting, ready to devour him. Her tongue flicked out, desperate to taste the glistening bead of pre-cum at his tip.
But Vince stopped her with a firm hand on her forehead, his voice low and commanding.
"I hadn’t told you to suck it yet, Moriele."
Her amber eyes widened in humiliated need. She looked up at him, lips trembling.
"I... I’m sorry,"
she whispered hoarsely, her regal voice cracking with desperation.
"Please... I can’t hold myself back anymore. Let me please you. Please, Vince... I’ll do anything."
Vince grinned, dark satisfaction gleaming in his purple eyes. He gripped the base of his thick cock and began rubbing it all over her beautiful face.
The heavy, silky shaft dragged slowly across her forehead, down her cheeks, and over her soft lips, smearing warm, sticky pre-cum in shiny trails across her sun-kissed skin. He slapped the weighty length gently against her cheeks, then traced the swollen head along her jawline and over her delicate pointed ears.
Moriele closed her eyes in overwhelmed surrender, letting out a needy whimper.
She extended her tongue as far as it would go, trying desperately to catch any taste of him. The salty, slightly sweet flavor of his pre-cum made her moan softly.
Beneath her, her dripping pussy clenched hard, more slick pussy juice running down her inner thighs. The scent of his cock was shutting down her reason completely—every rational thought drowned beneath waves of pure, animalistic lust.
"you’re such an eager little queen, Moriele"
Vince murmured, continuing to paint her face with his cock.
"Look at you... dripping all over the floor just from me rubbing my cock on your face."
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing torment, Vince gave the command in a deep, authoritative growl:
"Suck it."
Without hesitation, Moriele lunged forward like a starved animal. She gobbled his thick cock into her hot, wet mouth with desperate hunger.
First, she focused on the swollen, leaking tip, sucking it firmly between her plush lips while her skilled tongue swirled and caressed every sensitive inch inside her mouth. She lavished attention on the underside of the head, tracing the ridge and flicking rapidly against his slit to drink down every drop of pre-cum.
Then she took him deeper, inch by thick inch, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with increasing intensity.
Her tongue never stopped moving—lapping, twisting, and massaging along the veiny underside of his cock. She started slow and sensual, savoring the heavy weight on her tongue, the way his cock stretched her jaw so deliciously.
Vince let out a soft, involuntary moan, his eyes rolling back for a moment.
Fuck... this is the best head I’ve ever received,
He thought, stunned.
The way she handles my cock... she’s no beginner. This royal mouth was made for sucking dick.
Moriele’s own thoughts were a hazy mess of lust.
How can his cock taste so sweet and addictive in my mouth? I can’t believe I’m doing this... the Sovereign of the Canopy on her knees like a common whore... but right now, all I know is that I want to please this man. I need to make him feel good. I need his cum.
She switched up the pace suddenly, bobbing her head faster.
Lewd, wet
gluck-gluck-gluck
sounds filled the room as she gagged herself eagerly on his cock.
Thick strands of spit drooled from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her heaving breasts, serving as natural lube.
Her tongue twisted and swirled relentlessly, never giving him a moment of relief. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, taking him as deep as she could.
Vince’s eyes rolled back again, pleasure shooting up his spine. His hands reached down instinctively, gripping her silver hair tightly.
"If you continue like that, I’m going to—"
He didn’t finish the warning. Instead, he held her head firmly in place and shoved the full, girthy length of his cock down her tight throat in one powerful thrust.
Moriele’s eyes widened, tears of pleasure, humiliation, and the near-choking sensation spilling down her flushed cheeks. Her throat convulsed around him, massaging every inch as he buried himself to the hilt, her nose pressed against his pelvis.
With a deep, guttural groan, Vince came hard.
Thick, hot ropes of cum shot directly down her throat in powerful spurts.
Moriele swallowed frantically around his pulsing cock, gulping down every drop as her own pussy clenched and dripped wildly in sympathy.
The overwhelming taste and feel of him filling her pushed her even deeper into submission.
Finally, Vince pulled out slowly, his cock still rock-hard and glistening with her saliva.
Moriele gasped for air, coughing softly, but she didn’t hesitate.
She leaned forward again and began cleaning him devotedly—starting with the sensitive tip, licking and sucking gently to collect every remaining drop of cum and spit.
Her tongue bathed his Cock with long, worshipful strokes until it gleamed.
A soft system chime echoed in Vince’s mind:
[Taming Progress: 85% Success.]
Moriele reached shakily for her discarded clothes, her body still trembling with need, when Vince’s voice cut through the air.
"What are you doing?"
He asked, a dangerous smirk on his lips.
"I didn’t say we were finished here yet."
Before she could respond, Vince lifted her effortlessly from the floor.
Moriele instinctively wrapped her arms around his strong neck for balance. Her massive, soft breasts pressed firmly against his broad, muscular chest, her stiff nipples dragging against his skin.
Her dripping wet pussy hovered just inches above his still-throbbing cock, the heat of her arousal teasing the head of his shaft. She could feel him twitching against her slick folds, ready to claim her completely.
Their eyes met—hers glassy with lust and lingering humiliation, his burning with possessive hunger. The night stretched ahead of them, long and filled with endless possibilities.
Vince’s hands gripped her plump ass, spreading her cheeks as he positioned her dripping entrance right against his cock.
He whispered darkly against her lips.
"By morning, you’ll be 100% mine."
Moriele shivered in his arms, her body already surrendering again as the long night of thorough, explicit taming began in earnest.
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