Chapitre 14: Compulsion
Silently Maxixe continued to nurse his anger against Kaoma.
It was this silent rage festering inside him that caused his rod to droop and hang limply on top of his black curls slick with perspiration.
Another wince as her long nails scratched his skin whether unintentionally or not it made the situation for him even more unpleasant.
He pondered how long she would continue to manhandle his junk as if she was a baker kneading dough.
How dare Kaoma thought she could sit astride him and think he would willingly allow her to coax the seed from his body.
It was bearable until she squeezed the head of his penis like she was making orange juice and he dubbed her right then and there a sadist.
Maxixe envisioned giving her a taste of her own medicine.
Carrying her back to his castle in chains where he would have hung by her nipples from hooks attached to the ceiling.
Only a whip to her buttocks would sate his rage, no matter how she begged or pleaded it would all fall on deaf ears.
Who was he kidding? He had never done that to a woman before but it was crazy how Kaoma made him want to torture her.
"Hah," Maxixe groaned.
He saw her puzzled expression as she held his flaccid manhood in her hands.
This was a battle of wills between them and Kaoma could see that he gloated in her ill-advised attempts to bring his member back to life.
Honestly, Maxixe thought she would give up in frustration and flee the room to seek the counsel of her guardians giving him more time to try and free himself but she didn't.
Instead it was as if a light bulb went off in her head and she became filled with a fierce determination to bring his manhood back to life.
Apparently before Lord Horace keeled over he had offered her excellent advice, what was it again?
She was to wrap her lips around his drooping member to get it to stiffen.
He started to thrash again but she ignored his actions using her own body weight to subdue his efforts.
When she leaned over to take him in her mouth, the feel of her breath close to his skin set off a chain reaction as he could feel his member reacting on its own.
"Nnghh," Maxixe said as he flinched, his words unintelligible even to himself.
Her moist wet mouth slurped on the walls of his member like it was juice running down the side of a watermelon.
That tongue of hers was everywhere driving him insane until she swallowed him whole, taking more than she could manage and gagging on his manhood.
She stopped before Maxixe could spill his seed down her deep throat.
Now that his manhood was obediently standing at attention, she eased up off him and attempted to change her position yet again.
This time she grabbed a hold of him as she positioned herself on top of him.
It gave him more than adequate stimulation as blood rushed to his manhood causing it to swell even larger than Kaoma had anticipated.
Her soft fingers encircled his manhood and guided it to her own honeypot, swollen from his attempts to fling her off him and dripping with wetness.
Maxixe knew he would have been turned off had she been dry because he would never force himself on an unwilling woman but her moist orifice was ready and waiting for him.
Welcoming him as he knocked at the entrance that was her maidenhead.
At first he felt some resistance and Kaoma yelped softly then covered her mouth.
Her amber eyes pooled with tears a few spilled over and dripped down her face and he ignored the urge to wipe them away.
For some strange reason he didn't know why it filled him with immense relief that she was still a virgin up to this point and had known no other man.
He meant to keep it that way as that feminine smell of her engulfed the room and caused his nostrils to flare.
Most virgins would have been screaming right now and wanting to get away from their lover due to the pain but not Kaoma she lingered on top as if unsure what to do next.
In that moment he had no desire to aid her thinking she was in so much pain that eventually she would come to her senses and get the hell away from him.
Even though he had to admit as time passed and in the silence of the room he could hear their labored breathing, he briefly wondered what she would do next.
It felt like her tightness had become a sheath around his manhood and he felt a slowly building compulsion to plunge deeper within her trembling body.
Now Kaoma probably stood at five foot five but even then she appeared small next to Maxixe.
Her breasts though small would only grow bigger when pregnant.
An image of her rosy with baby latched on and sucking on tits that his own lips had yet to grace flashed in his mind.
The shock from the intense vision stimulated him down below and caused his senses to reel out of control.
His body reacted off its own accord as her widened hips over him pulled him even deeper.
She had found the courage to lift herself off him.
Now she was enacting a motion of lovemaking as old as time as she slowly rocked against him ignoring her own initial discomfort.
Kaoma's firm breasts jutted out, the nipples stiff and hard like the Prince beneath her.
Maxixe lost all sense of reason as he responded primitively.
Ignoring the chafing iron that made his skin bleed while reveling in the sensations of Kaoma riding him.
Enjoying the endless sensations until he came and spilled his seed deep within her body.
Tired and worn out she collapsed on top of him.
To his surprise he heard a light snore and he couldn't believe that she had fallen asleep on top of him with his manhood still buried inside of her.
Cadeaux
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reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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