"Not good enough."

Her eyes went wide and her head reeled back. "What do you mean, 'Not good enough'? You agreed to it!"

Straightening up, he turned his face stone again. "I did," he replied coldly. His cock throbbed angrily at being denied again, but this was not how he had taught to behave. "And now I'm letting you ask me the right way, or..." Trailing off that sentence, he took a distant but knowing look at his armor stand, and his sword.

Her face twitched as she fought back a sneer. Slowly, she descended onto her knees and tried her best to not ball her hands into fists as they rested on her thighs. "P-please... let me suck your cock," she stammered, looking up at him with as much desire as she could muster, before opening her mouth and presenting her tongue to him.

Looking down at her, he crossed his arms. "Better, but not quite," he said. Her face and shoulders sinking was almost too much for his control and he could already feel the insides of his trousers become painfully constrictive. But he had to stay strong. She either did things properly, or she would get nothing. "Last chance."

The weight of all those lives ending because of her pride sprung her into action. Scrabbling, she kissed at his inner thigh as her hands scrabbled at his groin. "Fuck my face," she begged, taking in the feel of his erection through his trousers. "Please... I want it... I need it..." Lifting up slightly, she rubbed her face against his groin, breathing in his scent heavily, and almost finding herself salivating at the thought. "I love feeling it... all the way down my throat... **** me... like the..." she paused and swallowed hard before forcing the words out, her voice shaking. "Like the... whore... I am." Pulling away a little, she opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out, and pointed to it. "Just shove it in all the way. I can't wait anymore..."

The Captain grabbed her chin suddenly, and to her credit, she did not flinch. Leaning down, he gave her his usual half-amused smile. "Good little knife-eared whore," he said, before slurping up her tongue loudly into his mouth and kissing her lewdly.

Surprising herself, she kissed him back with similar unrestrained gusto. Her tongue swirled and danced around his, before sucking on it strongly, as if demonstrating what was to come. Getting her fingers around his wrist, she pulled herself closer to him, while her other hand clawed at his belt line, trying to get his trousers down.

Reaching down, he gave her breast a few squeezes before shoving her hand away and releasing his cock from it's cloth confines. Breaking away from her, he saw her focus on his pulsing swollen member, and she could deny it all she wanted, but he could see the hunger in her eyes. But her dumbstruck stare and inaction irritated him, so he grabbed it, and rubbed it all over her face.

She chased it down with mouth agape, streaks of his pre-cum staining her cheeks, before getting her lips around it. His head rolled back and a low growl rumbled from his throat down to his core, as he felt her tongue's wild thrashing against the hot softness of her mouth. Resting his hand on her head, he merely guided her frantic movements as she slowly but surely worked him deeper down her throat. Tilting her head back, he looked into her eyes and said proudly, "See? Isn't it so much better when you behave like the cock-hungry slut you are?"

To avoid answering him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, took a deep breath through her nose, and **** herself to take him all the way down to the root. His legs threatened to give out as a shiver ran up his spine, but grabbing onto the back of her head, he managed to stay upright. "Hrn... yes...that's the right answer..." he snarled triumphantly, barely able to withstand the feeling of her throat collapsing around his cock, and the sounds of her gagging and sputtering. Spying her delectable rear behind her, he couldn't hold himself back any longer, and landed a stinging smack right on one cheek, making them both flinch. Grunting slightly, he shook his hand quickly, trying to get rid of the sharp pain in his finger, realizing that thick glass is much harder than flesh.

She, with drool hanging from her chin, blinked rapidly, coming down from the sudden overwhelming pressure that seemed to go straight to her head. Swallowing hard, and tasting him going down her throat, a revelation came to her, followed by a stab of fear.

Once she had him in her mouth, she did not want to let it go. Her desire was to suck, lick, and swallow it all into her throat. She was almost grateful that he hadn't made her do this since she left, so that she would have to struggle for it. For him to push past and **** away her resistance. To feel him grab her head and use her mouth for his own pleasure. How much easier and freeing it was for her to stop fighting him and just let him do as he wished with her. And when she felt his fingers curl around her collar, and him making her crawl over to her bunk by his heel, filled her with a perverse joy as she knew that he wasn't done with her yet.

Sitting down quickly, he wasted no time in getting her to lay down on her stomach with her chest on his lap. Wrenching her head around, he jammed her open mouth onto his cock and bobbed it up and down, sending spittle onto his groin, while his free hand squeezed and groped her ass, and spanking it whenever he felt like it needed one. "That's it slut... You're doing so fucking good..." he gasped, holding onto her head.

Squealing happily every time he spanked her, as well as from the rare praise, she focused all her attention and affection just around his cockhead, while her hand stroked and wrung his shaft, her movements made entirely smooth by the thick layer of spit on it. And so pleased he was by her efforts, that he started to very gently rub her ear, making her entire body tremble, which only made her do it more. But from the way his cock was quivering and the copious amount of precum filling her mouth, she could tell he was close.

With his eyes and jaws shut tight, he hissed at her, "Knees... Get on your fucking knees!"

Before, her collar would have **** her there, but this time she willingly scrambled onto the floor. Supporting herself on her knees, she aimed her face upwards and opened her mouth wide once again, this time eagerly awaiting his essence, instead of bracing herself for it.

A hair away from the peak, he stood above her and closed her mouth instead, before losing all control.

She just got her eyes closed when the first thick rope of his essence spewed onto her face, leaving a thick white line splitting her face in half. The next few blasts seemed to be aimed below her eyes, and by the time he was done, she felt noticeably heavier that way. Before, she used to be furious and humiliated whenever he decided to do this to her, but the taste on her lips, the smell invading her nostrils, and his warmth seeping into her, and knowing that she was the one who caused him to lose himself like this, made her feel pride this time. Cracking an eye open, she saw that his cockhead was still close to her, and acting on instinct, she wrapped her slimy lips around it, and applied some gentle suction, while licking it clean.

Fighting to not fall down, he wiped his brow, and looked down at his cum-, spit-, sweat-, and tear-covered plaything as she diligently cleaned up after her mess. Smiling broadly, he stroked her hair and face before telling her, "You did excellently, whore. As a reward for you, I'm going to assign my most loyal lieutenant to be in charge of the prisoners. Your kind will be safe from my troops and treated well."

Swallowing the dregs of his seed, she looked up at him, feeling a strange sense of trust and reverence. She knew who he was talking about. That one would fight an entire army alone if he ordered them too. "Thank you," she wheezed, her voice raspy from the pounding her throat took, before going back to cleaning his cock, in case she missed anything.

Soon, he stepped away from her, stripped them both down, and very thoroughly wiped them clean and dry, before pulling her over onto his bunk. It creaked under their combined weight, but very quickly he had fallen asleep with his arm around her, holding her close. Her eyes were feeling heavy as well, but the weight in her chest was starting to lift. She had not only stopped pointless ****, but if it came to it, she had just bought them some measure of security and comfort.

And all it had cost, was her dignity.