I couldn't beg, not stuffed like this. My jaw ached and my lungs were already tight, my arms numb. But I bobbed myself onto his cock, eyes weeping as I gazed up at him, seeing only the sparks of his stare, the dense muscle of his arms rising into shadows, the ridged planes of his stomach flexing and jumping with every weak suckle of my lips.

He pushed forward and my eyes widened, body protesting the force even as my brain begged for him to conquer me. But his hands were cupped around the back of my neck, fingers flexing down to my shoulders, pushing me down to the floor at the same pace that he pressed himself into my mouth, head breeching my throat, more of that silky rich fluid soothing what surely should've been agonizing pressure. That pumping sensation inside of his cock was more obvious inside of my mouth, a complementing and contrasting pace to his own subtle thrusts of his hips.

There were only a few inches of his cock left to take, and I tried to soften my body, willing myself to swallow him, to burrow my nose to his base. But the orc knew my limits and my potential better than I did. His hands pushed me down, my arms stinging from a new stretch, thighs burning as I splayed wide, and the shocking explosion of an orgasm as the lips of my sex reached the base of the dildo and the final bulb pressed roughly into every inch of my opening.

I couldn't scream, not with my lips gagged by lovely, thick, velvety cock, but I heard the chains rattle above me as I shook, pinned in position by my full cunt and mouth. The heat surged through me, soft fire licking up my chest, right up into my cheeks where clawed thumbs were stroking, gentle scratches.

"Good little pet, so soft and wet for me now, so ready."

In the storm and bliss of the orgasm I'd forgotten there would be more, but it came back with the lovely bloom of aftershocks.

I wanted my orc's cock. It was drawing free of my slack mouth, my tongue and lips and throat feeling not stretched and sore, but soothed as if I'd received a very specific and thorough massage. I licked my lips, found more of that rich and salty flavor at the corners, and blinked my eyes. I rocked my hips slightly and panted at the flutter of pleasure that came with the rub of the bulbs inside of me.

In front of my nose, the orc's cock was producing a thin dribble of fluid, pulsating with that internal pump.