Hell yes

You twist your hand, not feeling like fooling around. A small collection of twigs leaps up off the forest floor and wedges itself inside her mouth, bracing her jaws apart. Marait recoils, scrabbling her hands at her mouth, and you wave your other hand, forcing her hands down in front of her as she sits up on her knees in front of you. You present your limp, slimy member in front of her and look at her expectantly. She looks revolted but reluctantly sticks her tongue out and licks it hesitantly. Immediately a look of disgust crosses her face and she pulls her body back as far as your compulsion will allow. "Marait." Her eyes turn up to you even as you **** her head to remain straight forward. "Do I really need to think of something that will... encourage you? I assure you, I have no dearth of creative possibilities." Her face blanches in fear and she fights to shake her head. "You can't move, Marait. Say it." Around her mouth full of twigs, she fights to say, "Yeth, Matht- yeth, thir." You nod and gesture for her to resume. Resume she does, licking slowly but with increasing energy as her face and mouth are coated with her own filth. You close your eyes and sigh, enjoying her flicking tongue on you. She sweeps up the shaft and swirls around the head, the sensations rippling through your whole body. As you grow hard again, her task becomes easier for her and more satisfying for you. As you grow stiff again, you grasp the back of her head, forcing yourself halfway into her mouth, then even further. Your cock pushes against the back of her throat, bouncing off of it repeatedly as you push her head back and forth. You flick the restraining twigs out of her mouth and she pauses for a moment, then reluctantly resumes, wrapping lips and tongue around you as she pumps her head back and forth. You push yourself deeper, and suddenly she gags, her throat rebelling. You let her rest a moment as she retches around your cock, then thrust it back deeper, pushing it in until your sack bumps into her chin. Her throat spasms and contracts and she fights to pull her head back, but you hold her in place as she writhes. Her struggling throat, the only part of her not held in place by compulsion, twitches faster and faster as she becomes more frantic. After a full minute she seems impossibly frantic, but you still hold her as you come over the edge and pour yourself down her throat. Her head remains there, her struggles growing hysterical as your cock slowly goes limp and falls back out of her mouth. As soon as she is able to breath she drags in breath after breath, **** for oxygen after nearly suffocating on you. 

"I told you, darling," you say as you step back. "Longer than you'd ever have thought, on less air than you would have believed." She collapses onto the ground in exhaustion.