Vin moved her head forward, letting OreSeur slip further down her throat. She moaned as the phallus tickled her oesophagus.
Sitting naked on the wooden floor beside her bed, Vin had OreSeur seated on the sheets, his penis sticking out toward her. Her face and chest had been glazed with the wolfhounds slimy seed Her shiny black hair, covered and sticky, had been plastered against her swelling cheeks.
Vin had been going at it for hours. If it weren't for pewter empowering her, she would have succumbed long ago to her aching jaw. She had swallowed more loads than she could count, and had let almost as many hit her face and body. By now her senses had been completely overwhelmed with the musty odours of semen.
Despite the numerous orgasms, the kandra's supplies of sperm seemed never-ending. And now that Vin was doing the full work, he was able to go on for as long as she was.
Vin slowly moved her head back, feeling the wide shaft move up through her throat. The warm skin of the penis against the soft skin within her mouth made Vin squirm.
She hadn't reached a climax a single time throughout her long hours of sucking. She had however been close several times.
Vin wasn't only burning pewter. Tin also made her body highly sensitive and her nipples and clitoris felt sore from the prolonged arousal. It was not a strictly comfortable sensation per-se, but Vin enjoyed the discomfort juxtaposing her pleasures.
The dragged out sexual frustrations and the thick phalus within her were not the only unexplainably pleasurable sensations overcoming Vin. The moist seed covering her skin was a constant source of arousal, and the feeling of her semen-filled stomach—bloating slightly from the amount of liquid—made her mind tingle.
Letting the wolfe-penis exit her lips fully, Vin took a deep breath. As the musky scent of sex filled her nostrils she shivvered slightly. She reached out her tongue lapping desperately at the tip of the penis, now hanging free.
She tasted the salty seed on her tongue. The warm liquid, mixing with her saliva, ran down her chin and dropped onto her leg below.
Vin moved back down the shaft, once again letting her lips touch the knot. The quick widiénign of her throat would have been painful, had it not been for her pewter.
She drew back slightly. Then, pushing faster, she came back down, letting the knot slip between her lips.
She made it almost halfway over. Her lips were stretched, but—thanks to the many hours she had already been through—she could push on.
As the full knot went past her lips, Vin felt the penis hit the back of her throat. There was a feeling as if her gag-reflex was kicking in, yet no gagging came. She had been thoroughly hardened for it by now.
Vin stayed like that for a while. She had learned to breathe through her nose in a way that let her get enough air despite the wide phallus pressing on her airway.
After a few moments OreSeur gave a grunt—the usual sign of an orgasm. And sure enough, his penis began to pulse.
A jet of hot fluid shot down into Vin's already filled stomach. Quickly pulling up, she let another spurt land on her tongue, before pulling off.
Letting the tip press against her lips, Vin's mouth was quickly smeared with the sticky seed. Yet, the stream was forceful enough to scatter across her face and onto her chest.
She pressed it back into her mouth, letting the sperm fill her cheeks. Even as the load reached the point of overflowing, Vin held steady.
Soon a spurt of semen came out from her nose. There was a surprising force to the liquid.
Vin had learned to revel in the most peculiar of feelings. The absolute ruining of her body had become a strange pride to her sex-craving brain.
Vin coughed violently, letting OreSeur drop from her mouth, the final drizzle spreading down across her breasts. Her nose burned from the invading liquid flowing through from her throat.
She was left a mess of saliva and wolf-ejaculate. Strands of the fluids still connected her to the red rod that had just been inside her.
Vin panted as she recovered from her self-inflicted chaoking. Catching her breath, Vin licked her lips, tasting the potent flavours of her mate's emissions.
Throughout the last few days Vin had truly come to love the taste of OreSeur. The bottle she had decided to fill with his liquid had quickly become a routine snack. She had refilled it multiple times in the week or so since she had first come up with the idea. At this point Vin was struggling to go long without the pungent palette.
She moved her left hand up to the base of the kandra's shaft. She stroked along the moist skin, slowly massaging the half-soft member. Moving her hand was easy against the slickness of the already spent semen.
Just holding the warm, weakly throbbing rod of meat was both comforting and exhilarating. Vin couldn't believe she had never experienced this wonderful world of eroticism until a week ago. It had become such a vital part of her life in such a short time that she had a hard time imagining what life had been like without it.
Continuing her absentminded caressing of the wolf's erection, Vin's mind turned to the activities she and the kandra had devolved themselves to.
Vin had quickly discovered she took perverse pleasure in the thought of getting caught. Of course she realised she could never bear the consequences if it actually happened—at least not if anyone of any influence saw her. Still, they had often played with the risk-element.
On their nightly surveying of the city, Vin and OreSeur often stopped on a tall roof or in a secluded alley to pleasure each other. With the dark and mist as cover Vin had also decided to leave her clothes behind for the scouting—only dressing in her mistcloak.
The cloak itself had even become part of the risks she took. As a result of the numerous rounds she had received in it, the tassles had gathered many crusty, off-white stains.
Vin had however determined that these were not likely to arouse any suspicion. The stale spots of semen easily blended in with the rest of the dirt and grime the cloak had accumulated.
Still the thought never failed to stir her excitement.
She continued stroking away, the motion felt nice in its simplicity and familiarity. It helped her clear her mind and loosen up her body.
That stress-relief had in fact been one of the foremost benefits Vin had found in her depravities with her kandra. It had let her take her mind off of the numerous situations that had arisen in the last few months.
Thinking again of the little adventures they had been up to, Vin replayed the events of one of her favourite sessions within her mind.
It had been on an unusually clear night. The mists were lighter than normal.
They were at the end of their patrol, when the two landed on the flat roof of a skaa tenement. The tassels of Vin's mistcloak fluttered around her as she crouched down for the touchdown.
She looked around, inspecting the surrounding houses. She had been waiting all night for a private place, now it seemed she had finally found it.
She turned to OreSeur. Her cloak spread, revealing her nakedness, as she approached the wolfhound. She went down on her hands and knees, meeting OreSeur at eye level.
"Take behind," she whispered. "Anyway you want."
OreSeur, not about to let such an opportunity slip by, moved up behind Vin. A moment later she felt his penis poking at her rear.
Before she thought to brace herself the kandra shoved himself forward, entering her hungry butt. He thrusted quickly, adamant about his mission. In just a few humping motions OreSeur was knot-deep in his master, feeding his shaft into her rear.
Presently Vin felt a jolt within her as she recalled their fornicating. Her jerking along the stiff shaft intensified.
Within her memory Vin summoned the stretching she had been forced to endure. She had quickly given up on controlling the situation, letting the kandra stear.
Vin laid her head down onto the cold stone as OreSeur drove into her. She had already been tired and saw no reason not to let herself rest here.
Vin had by this point learned to indulge herself. She whispered desperately as the penis rearranged her insides. She had felt especially pent up today so, finally being able to satisfy her desires, Vin let loose.
Soon enough she was moaning and whining, her voice shrill and high.
Feeling her oncoming high, Vin lifted herself up by her arms once again. She opened her eyes, taking in the lights of the Luthadel night.
As she reached her climax, Vin's eyes landed on a window of a tenement opposite her. She met the gaze of a young girl, eyes wide, who stood frozen on the other side of the glass.
Vin gave the girl a gleeful smile, her vision blurring, as her sexual frezy hit its peak. She screeched loudly, feeling OreSeur let himself out within her tight rump.
As her mind cleared she found the girl had moved away from the window.
When OreSeur tried to pull out Vin stopped him.
"I've got a new thing," Vin said. She had had a little trinket made by one of the metalworkers in the city. She had made the order anonymously, not willing to risk anything.
From a bouch in her cloak, Vin pulled a glass sphere. It was about two inches across. It had a flat disk-shaped stopper on one side.
"Okay, you can pull out." As the kandra withdrew, Vin quickly replaced his shaft with the glass plug. It was tougher to fit in than she had expected. But, with a quiet groan, she pressed it into place.
"This way we don't have to worry about me leaking all the way home. Makes cleanup easier." Vin said, her flustered face showing a satisfied smile.
"It also feels really good," she added a bit apologetically.
Her reminiscing over, Vin picked up her pace. She looked up at the kandra. Their eyes met in a strangely passionate stare.
His eyes—silently observing her, taking in her tousled hair plastered against her face by the thick layers of creamy paste, running down her chin splotching her pert breasts.
It made her insides twist in strange ways.
Vin picked up the pace of her stroking, rubbing more intently.
The staring match between the two became more intense as Vin kept on. She silently started coaxing OreSeur, pleading to him with her eyes. She invited him to use her.
For the first time that day, the kandra took action.
OreSeur leaped forward, knocking Vin bakward.
Her head hit the wood hard. The pain, lessened by the pewter within her, excited her more than anything else.
Vin took a deep breath to recover the air knocked out of her from the fall. OreSeur, however, took this as an opportunity to push in.
In a single, rough thrust, the wolfhound hilted himself within his master. His knot filled her mouth, blocking her airways.
Vin struggled instinctively against the invading shaft, her body writhing beneath the kandra. She had not been ready.
As OreSeur pulled back out, Vin was given a moment to calm herself. Just a moment later however, he began thrusting into her throat—full force.
Vin gave a few muffled coughs as the hot penis stretched her gullet. Tears welled up in her eyes, mingling with the spit and seed that covered her, quickly reddening, face.
Each time the wolf bottomed within her, his heavy testicle slapped onto her chin. As the kandra moved back, strands of semen stuck to his grey fur.
The barrage continuing, Vin found her vision blurring. Her mind started blanking, the world slowly darkening around her.
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. She was terrified.
And yet. She was completely overcome by ecstasy.
In the face of the muddled state her mind was in, Vin could feel her body building for release.
She had never felt so absolutely satisfied by only felatio.
Suddenly there was a flash of heat within her. Her body exploded with sensations, the same as she had felt many times before, yet completely different.
OreSeur pulled back as he poured himself out. He coated Vin's throat in his thick seed as he exited her.
His continuing jets of sperm covered Vin's slender form as the kandra moved back, making sure he would coat her entirely.
Now she was finally driven over the edge.
Vin's nethers exploded in a hefty spurt as euforia filled her already overwhelmed mind.
Hot semen coated her stomach and chest, the white fluids flowing with force from the pulsing penis. Despite already having spent multiple hours being stimulated by Vin—ejaculating down her gullet and over her face more times than either could keep track of—OreSeur had more to give than ever before.
He continued spewing his warm liquids over her body, leaving her with a thick glaze of white sap.
In spite of having been freed from the giant phallus, Vin had had no opportunity to breathe. Semen filled her throat and mouth to the point of spilling. She coughed and spat in an attempt at forcing it down into her already full stomach.
Finally able to breath, Vin moaned as her climax continued. She had been pummelled, almost to the point of unconsciousness, but had never felt more fulfilled.
For a while Vin lay in the sticky pool, body warm and clammy with wolf's seed, panting heavily—mind far beyond this world. Absent-mindedly she moved her hands over her body, caressing her sensitive skin as the final remnants of her orgasm subsided.
She spread the liquids across her body, massaging them into her skin. As she moved her hand over her stomach, she felt the pressure of the hours' worth of seed stored within.
Vin felt satiation beyond anything before. Her body was tired and worn, but also fully pleasured.
Swiftly, she drifted off, still outstretched and naked on the floor of her bedroom.