"Havin a go at yer mouth."
"Still a virgin?"
"Just barely, now just relax, lean back, open yer mouth, and when ya feel like its about to make ya gag, swallow hard like ya are trying to get down a big piece of steak." She did as she was told and watched as inch by inch Conner's cock disappeared into her mouth. She licked at the head and shaft as they pushed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. She wasn't concerned about loosing her virginity other then that in her drunken state she might miss it. As the first hitching spasms of gags came in response to the intrusion she tried to do as he had said and the second she did her yielding muscles allowed him to push deep into her throat. His hands on her shoulders kept her from going too far but her body below that suddenly woke up and began bucking wildly in response to the strangling pressure on her wind pipe. His hips locked and Emily's head was pinned between them and the bed; her throat twitched and clenched trying force out the over large blockage fruitlessly, only encouraging it further as Conner began to rock his hips lightly back and forth and moan loudly. She felt her body begin to give up the fight and her vision didn't just blur but waves of blackness started to close around her. Just as her vision was reduced to pinpricks and she was sure oblivion lay beyond her mouth was empty and such was the relief of the deep gasping breathes that she felt those trembling muscles between her legs clench and relax in a familiar but muted rhythm. It had not taken her all the way to the brink but the edge had definitely come into view.
Still gasping at air she felt the engorged head pass over her lips again. "Give yerself a rub this time and reckon we'll both get there." Emily sucked at the organ as he rocked back and forth and let her fingers part the already throbbing lips. She traced gently over the raw terrain of her most intimate passage. The sore damp tissue responded quickly to her gentle and familiar touch and she realized just how close the black out had brought her. In no time at all she was staring over the edge ready to fall. Conner could sense his prey's closeness to the brink and pushed the wanton flesh back to the edge of her throat. Emily, feeling those first reflexive twitches in her throat swallowed deeply, and welcomed the tension spread immediately through her muscles as her mind sounded the alarm. Her body seized all the muscles holding the great pleasure she was on the brink of at bay. Conner's deep growling moans were muffled by the position of her head but in the echoing of her air starved brain it became a sort of chorus. The searing pain as his thrusts became more savage were barely even a background to what she knew was waiting when her lungs filled and the muscles released the now building pressures. With a roar he pulled back, the rush of her orgasm as her fingers ground and gyrated her most sensitive flesh and wind filled her chest was so intense that the feeling of his hot ejaculate splashing into the back of her throat and then across her tongue as he pulled back was only an after thought. Warm seed splashing across her face and his savage howls were just the setting in which she was entranced with her deepest pleasure. She felt the vibrations of her own cries of pleasure but heard nothing but the deep echo in her own mind.
A few minutes of panting and coughing silence followed while she tried to process the night that had proceeded that one moment pure depravity. Rolling on to her stomach she felt a pulling against her skin as though split honey had dried there. She wasn't clear why but the feeling made her think of the ache in her wrist. A whole host of small pains she could not identify the causes of were now demanding her attention. She looked up at Conner sitting breathing hard in a chair watching her with a grin; her lover, her captor, her predator, her Captain and all those mysteries faded away. All those pains knew there source the only mystery now was this man; how depraved was her life with him going to be, how many of these little pains or worse could she count on, and did he have any idea how powerless she was to him.
"Still a virgin?"
"Ta, from a medical perspective at least."
Next Chapter: Into the Maelstrom
