An ever subservient guest…

As Dala laid her head upon Drako’s thigh, staring at him upon his throne, she had an odd, golden glimmer shining through her eyes, as she merely looked on at him, taking in his awe inspiring form with bated breaths, an ever constant drip, drip, signaling how excited she really was, the sheer discrepancy of their sizes becoming ever more clear as she moved her gaze, delightfully so, as Dala reached an arm to Drako rough hewn pants, seeing the bulge from within, as she simply drooled at the prospect, grabbing their hem and pulling down, not much grace in the motion, but Drako didn’t care at all, as the pants were ripped from his thighs, revealing the monstrous member from inside, as it lightly smacked Dala across the face, but that didn’t daunt her, nor was it the sheer size, double her forearm at least, as her hand slowly approached the towering member.

“So big… Biggest I’ve ever seen.” Dala spoke lightly, a slight chuckle in her tone, but an apparent air of both satisfaction, and bliss, before she suddenly restarted her visage of faux apprehension, “Please Sir, be gentle if it pleases you…” A sultry tone was thoroughly seeping through her visage, attempting to suggest her desire for the exact opposite.

Drako, seeing the truth in her eyes, raised a hand, maneuvered it to the top of Dala’s head, utterly dwarfing her under its mass, as he spoke in a gruff, but caring tone, “Open your mouth for me, please…” As he slowly sounded out the last word, he moved his other hand to grab her chin, tenderly shoving her mouth open, as spoke once more, “Keep it open, please…” That same gruff, but caring tone, and the same drawn out please, as he loosely gripped the luscious hair atop her head, softly pulling her face to face with his monstrous member, which, following the earlier Shift, had grown to an absurd twenty nine inches.

And as Dala looked on at the absurd length, her mouth hung wide open, not in acquiescence with his words, though it would undeniably be so, if not for the sheer shock of its size, which had it dropped in the same manner, as she then followed his orders, to a T, as while she sat on her knees at the brink of his throne, she had her mouth pulled closer and closer to the oh so enticing tip.

Drako, softly grasping her hair, let Dala move on her own, as she moved herself, shifting her form, placing her lips upon the cusp of his manhood, tongue tensely roaring he tip as she looked straight into his eyes, as she helped on the process of Drako’s ever welcome intrusion, taking his head within her mouth, as she simply breathed in his member, taking an inch, and another, and another, as she engulfed seven inches into her throat, a slight gag overtook her, as she sputtered a few breaths from between her taut lips, but she persevered ever onwards, pushing further, and further, before abruptly, fifteen inches were buried within her stretched throat, tears beading at her eyes, as a smile, unseen by nature of her nearly unhinged jaw, but thoroughly denoting her enjoyment of the absurd size, before again, with an utter lack for her own health, she pushed further down, further asphyxiating herself upon his length.

Drako, as inexperienced as he was, was simply sitting upon his throne, a dull expression of rapturous bliss radiating through in a wild smile, his arms and basically entire body limp at his sides, before he felt her lips reaching past the halfway point of his absurd member, as he suddenly focused his gaze, viewing the immense distension brought about by his length, and this only served to further incense the unquenchable desire coursing his entire being, as he, with the apparent **** of a thousand men, shakily bringing his palms together, whispering out a pittance of a warning for Dala, “Dear Dala, not much longer… Can you breathe underwater?” Before abruptly, his hands had a soft, yet firm, grip upon both sides of Dala’s head, looking deeply into her eyes, as he was mere moments from losing control entirely.

All the while, the eyes of this Orcish beauty, nay a shred of fear to be seen, a brilliant shade of green, but really, she seemed quite ready for the coming moments.

And, as Drako saw this truth in the absurdity of her brilliant gaze, his grip on her head tightened, while still tender, he wrenched her head down, piercing her throat thoroughly, anchoring twenty four inches of his immense girth, the light and inconsistent gagging had heavily intensified, the beading tears from earlier breaking through, falling daintily down her cheeks in constant streams of crystal clear liquid, quite distinct from what liquids would soon be gushing through her entire system, as Drako suddenly felt a surge, a swirling in his groin, a signal of his ailing control, and as a sign of this, Drako, in a final, assumedly allowed motion, tried a single time to anchor his full length within her throat.