He was thoroughly asphyxiating this Orcish Beauty.

And with the full twenty nine inches of absurdly sized meat buried in Dala’Sathryni’s throat, reaching far deeper than any partner she’d ever had before, reaching past the deepest depths of her throat, a mere pittance of distance separating the thoroughly buried tip of Drako’s length, and the stomach of this Orcish beauty, signifying a direct route for Drako’s splooge to travel through, as Dala steeled herself, staring wildly at the behemoth taking her through tear stricken eyes, but not of pain, or of fear, though those should be fitting emotions. They were truly tears of joy, and of bliss, as she **** her eyes wide open, staring intensely at the true monster of a man that she had buried within her throat, and certainly not monstrous in his treatment of her, nor in his manner of being, but as his mere being, unable to breathe, on the verge of losing consciousness, she was at peace, with Drakor’Anos Incinerath Frostreaver at her side, and within her, truly, she was at peace.

Drako, on the other hand? He was not at peace. Simply put, Drako was reaching his limits, hands straining every muscle in their form to maintain a gentle grasp upon her head, holding her in a tender, yet vice-like grip, holding her tightly, fully hilting his absurd length within her throat, nay a care in his motions. In his head? Sure, he was screaming at himself to be more gentle, but smother her upon his length he did, but luckily, Selera didn’t mind, simply blissful through the entire scenario, absurdly so, indicating something Drako hadn’t the mind to ponder at the moment, as he simply burst.

In quick succession, countless spurts of Drako had been, in accordance to Drako’s previous thoughts, gallons of jizz directly gushing into the stomach of the beautiful orc, every surge passing through his hulking member, and though only slightly, stretching her throat ever more, asphyxiating her further, feeling every inch of Selera’s squirming throat, wriggling in a natural instinct to extricate the invading form from its depths, as her eyes, which she’d tried to keep open, to keep the view of this wondrous beast in her sight as long as she could, her ever steely will waned, as did the lids of her eyes, slowly closing, approaching the bliss she would inflict upon Drako… Drakor’Anos.

As her mind clouded over, as every single oddly delightful spurt of Drako surged into her stomach further expanded it further and further, and as she sat there, consciousness nearly waning enough to reach an inert state, as she contemplated her deepest desires, ‘My belly… So full… For, for my master…’

Then, as Drako finally came to his senses, his hands moved swiftly, beginning to extract his member from her throat, as every inch was extricated from the tight depths it was within, Selera suddenly reopened her eyes, the slightest breath coming through her nose, as she slapped Drako’s hands away from her head, steeling herself, as she slowly pulled his member from her throat, nay a care in her mind, except returning his earlier favor. And pleasing him along the way, she decided, as with ten inches finally safely withdrawn, upon her own actions, she slammed herself back down, fully throating the entire length once more, a single thought on her mind.