78 Milking 101 3*

A flush had taken to Noah's skin. Looking down at Meira, he could barely see her face as she focused her attention fully on his girth. Even as she brought her face forwards, brought her lips close to his tip but he could tell she was smiling hungrily with this little sparkle in her eyes. By then Noah couldn't even process her two mammoth tits dangling just centimetres below. Just the fact this large, amazonian queen of a merchant was on her knees, ready to suck him off… it sent tingles down his spine of excitement.

Meira brought his cock to her mouth and opened it, puffing out a small, teasing breath she watched happily as it bobbed in response. The slovenly merchant turned her eyes upwards for a second letting him see her sharp-eyed blues and that twisted smile curling her lips upwards. She was excited, even as her hands touched nothing but the wood beneath her knees. With a sultry wink and an otherwise silent invitation, Meira opened wide her maw, strands of stringy spit connected her upper and lower jaw but broke as she pushed out her long pink tongue, longer than a normal woman's, at least, longer than his considering she easily surpassed her chin by a few small millimetres.

"Come on, don't leave a lady waiting." For a second her tongue retracted and her gaze darted to Ilsa, the prostitute ne store owner was trapped staring at Noah's shaft, seemingly entranced by its slight curvature and its furiously large glans. Ilsa gulped wantonly and Meira eyed back to Noah, "I'm not going to do it for you Noah," she laughed lowly, sluttily by any meaning of the word and continued, "so you're going to have to fuck my face yourself." When her mouth opened wide, revealing her alluring pink throat and near serpentine tongue, Noah couldn't help but tremble at the idea of what it would feel to ram himself fully down her gullet.

Part of him sunk at the idea, Meira was a woman, beautiful though she was, doing something like… like that. It wasn't how he was raised… then again… as he looked down at her, at that little stringy of spit dripping from the tip of her tongue that broke and fell to her sweaty, glossed tits leaving a trail of frothy white across the voluptuous tit, almost resembling semen… it pushed those old-world ideals to the back of his mind and brought forth new-world urges. Things that on Earth would be decried as deviant, as sick and out of the norm. But then… this wasn't earth, was it?

Slickening his lips with a swift slide of his tongue, Noah swallowed a thick conglomeration of spit and shakily brought a hand to the base of his manhood and held it softly. He was hard, painfully so, even more so than when he'd fucked Serris, the Kanyon wolf and even that nunette back in Redle. Reaching for the back of Meira's head with his other hand, he clamped into her golden locks gently and guided her face forwards. A shimmer rose brighter in her eyes the closer his shaft came, she broke her gaze from looking up at him and turned them down to his stomach. Crossing her eyes, she watched his thick rod come closer and soon she felt its heat on her tongue.

Almost instantaneously, Noah shivered as Meira tongue lifted and wrapped the underside of his member in her slick, almost gritty textured tongue muscle but kept pushing further. Soon his glans was in her mouth and Meira's lips were closing around it, already bringing a vacuum to her muzzle as if to pull more blood into the tip to make it even larger, but it had already been there. Licking his shaft with sensual twists of her tongue, Noah's legs buckled and his eyes rolled at her demonic skill and for a second his mind wandered, questioning exactly how many men she'd sucked off to become so skilled at giving head like this.

Gargles soon filled the room as the suckling slurps of her vacuum turned to slobbering slaps in tandem with Noah's hypnotized thrusts. He rammed deep into her guilt, pushing through her slickened throat pussy and to the back of it, she wasn't tight, then again, was a mouth supposed to feel tight? In the moment he didn't care to think so hard about such a useless notion. Instead, he looked down at her, felt her hands clamping onto the back of his thighs urging him to slam into her face harder, to force her to take the other half of his heft man sword. Who was he to deny her that?

Not noticing the almost cruelly mirthful grin on his face, Noah gripped the back of Meira's head tighter in both hands, uncaring for if she was aching from the feeling of her hair wrapping around his fingers, threatening to tug out strands of battered gold. As he stared down at her, observing her expression he could see an exciting haze raising in her rolling sapphire blues and rammed down harder. Meira's finger curled, her chest heaved as slobber and gags forced their way out of her mouth leaving her gushing with frothy white spit dying her tits and even parts of the floor with almost sperm like juices. Beneath her body a puddle was forming, even through her panties and her dress, her nectar sapped its way through, dripping and saturating the fabric with her own horniness.

It took all of Noah's senses to stop himself from climaxing with every thrust, to end it so early, to stop this sick skull fucking when it had just begun… it seemed too pitiable to him. So he pounded harder, bent his body over Meira's head and clutched her deeper onto his sword. When he felt on the verge of cumming once more, he stopped the furious pistoning of his hips and hugged Meira's dishevelled face into his groin until her pointed nose pushed into her pubes and her dribble coated chin kissed his tensed ballsac and held her there. Uncaring for the choking gags of her body pleading for breath. Whether she enjoyed it or not, he couldn't right tell, nor did he care in that moment as the sluttish merchant's hands dug deeper into his thighs and kept herself locked there. Seemingly revelling in the threat that she could collapse into unconsciousness at any moment.

Shivering as her tongue dashed across his cock, Noah felt a swift surge of clarity and panic when his ears finally processed her pleading chokes. In seconds he had released her head and straightened up, pulling back his hips, he was able to evacuate his cock from her damp, warm, slobbering mouth and let her gasp freely for breath. He looked down in horror at what he'd done. Meira, she barely looked like the same girl he'd met just a day or two ago. Long gone was that sly smile and that confident smirk of an up and coming merchant. Now before him was a bitch, her chocolate brown skin glistening with spit and sweat that clumped her hair into strands that stuck to her forehead, and what wasn't as messed up and frizzy from where he'd been ruthlessly grasping her scalp. Her eyes, once blue and so focused on the future… now they were milky, glossed up and rolling unable to focus on anything at all, slowly they were gaining some focus in tandem with her hastened breaths slowing.

"What… what did I do?" Noah muttered, a clamping sensation in his gut told him what he'd done was evil if anything. To use her, a woman as fine as this chocolate goddess like a cheap onahole… it was just wrong… yet… so, so right. No matter how much his mind may have churned at his actions, his instinct, the part of his human adaptability told him to fuck her face some more, even harder than before, till she couldn't even walk let alone breath. His cock twitched, catching even for a moment Meira's lost eyes and like a magnet, she inched herself closer to it. Her ruby lips puckered and pecked the pink tip, her hands fell between her legs, undid her hip wrap and pushed through her panties to fingers her dribbling snatch as her lips then began to kiss slovenly down the underside of the shaft before finding his balls. There she kissed and peppered Noah's dangling gonad's and when that wasn't enough for her, took one into her mouth then the other and swirled them with her tongue.

Noah groaned heavily, his legs shivering from the feeling of having his balls played with. When he heard a whimper from his side his spine tingled, his eyes widened, and his head shot to the side. To Ilsa, to the girl who was hunched over, hands between her thighs pushing in her skirt on the verge of fingering herself into euphoria from the lascivious show presented before her.

No matter how she tried to hide it though, that dampness soaking her clothes a shade darker. It was clear to all there that even she was aroused and ready to fuck.

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Was my mothers birthday yesterday and I was dragged to another city to celebrate...

Here's yesterday's chapter.