Give in and taste his sausage

You lean over and rest a hand on Osmand's big tent in his pants. You unbutton him quickly, opening the flap of his trousers and quietly sighing at the sight of his enormous prick. It isn't especially wide, just average, but it's nearly a foot long.

"Mmmmm," is your only comment as you wrap your hand around it and dutifully lower your lips to his cock.

You kiss along the underside, feel his huge balls and lick them, before teasing back up to the bulging head. Osmand whispers dirty things to you, calling you a "little whore" and his "little suck girl." When your lips find the head of his cock he roughly grabs your hair in his hand and pushes your mouth down around his cock, spearing the bulging head into your mouth until you're nearly gagged.

He lets you stroke and like him at your own pace for a little, but never releases his hold on your head. You look up at him as you wrap your lips around his cock again and he smiles and pulls your face down, pushing his cock again into your mouth. This time you gulp as his cock hits the back of your throat and you swallow his cockhead. He pulls it down further and you feel like you are going to **** as his prick slides, inch after inch, into your throat.

"Oh yes, your throat is so tight. I can feel it working around my cock. I can feel you swallowing."

Tears sting your eyes and your tongue flutters against the twitching underside of his shaft as you sit with your face in his lap and your throat impaled on his hot pole. With his fingers roughly tangled in your hair and his palms against your temples he holds your head in place as he begins to thrust his hips up and into your throat.

"Take every inch you little slut," he tells you. "That's a good girl. Look at how you swallowed it all."

At first this is a painful experience, and you gag but hold down your last meal. Yu relax your throat muscles and allow your saliva to coat his cock as he fucks the tight 'O' of your lips and the tighter tunnel of your throat.

"Yeah, that's right," he says. "Take that dick. You like that don't you. Swallow it real good, slut. Swallow it and get ready for my cum. Are you ready for that?"

You answer yes, but it's just a moaning around his cock as he fucks your throat with no regard for your comfort. A moment later he thrusts up so hard his balls slap against your chin and he yanks your head down and pounds his cock into your throat. You can feel it shuddering against your lips and you can feel the muscular pulse travel up his shaft, through the ring of your throat, and down your esophagus.

"Yesss!" he cries. "I'm filling that little tummy of yours, slut."

You can feel it, the cum throbbing in his cock and the warm fullness as he spunks straight into your stomach. He stays like that for several seconds, his cock shuddering and pumping his heavy chowder into your throat. You look up at him and to your horror you see Harietta standing behind his back. She holds a staff in her hand and there is a wicked look on her face.

Before you can warn Osmand or even get his cock out of your throat his wife says something in the tongue of magic and a beam of light strikes you and Osmand. You don't feel anything more after that. You and Osmand are turned to stone, two statues locked forever in a carnal embrace, a monument in this forlorn place to what happens when a woman is scorned.

Whether or not Harietta takes the stone to the druids and completes your quest is something you will never know, frozen forever with a cock in your throat.