Eventually…

How long had it been? It felt like weeks. Even now it hadn’t stopped. He could feel her. The constant sounds never stopped. Right now it was slurps, wet and sticky. He’d never been harder, and it had never hurt more. She still hadn’t let him finish, and worse still… he was starting to love it.

Every day his memory became just a bit hazier. Every day he was in less control of himself. He’d been dragged into her cave, and he could even see the stairs in the back, occasionally remind him of the tower he’s in… but he couldn’t move.

When she had left one day, he thought he could do it. But the moment he thought of it, his cock throbbed again, and he was torn. Maybe he could finish… and that was it. He spent the next while stroking, imagining her body, and trying to finish. She’d trained him to well. Before he knew it, she was back. And it continued.

One day he’d thank her.

It wouldn’t take long.