Longer than anticipated

You raise your eyebrows in surprise as the fifteenth orgasm passes and still the young woman dangling before you has not broken. She has gasped, screamed and thrashed in her attempts to escape the buzzing vibrations of the vibrating orbs in her cunt, but she has not begged yet. A spray of pussy juice announces the sixteenth orgasm, the young Druid’s cunt now so very sensitive that it was hard to imagine anyone still being able to maintain a semi coherent mind within the waves of pleasure so strong they could be mistaken for pain.

Then, you hear her. A small voice, worn down by hours of shrieking, timid and ****. Perfect.

“Please…please stop. Please…PLEASE STOP THE…”

The seventeenth orgasm hits and you wave your hand, halting the vibrations. The sweat glistening on Keyleth’s still writhing and agonised body drops down to the floor to join the puddle of pussy juice you gather up and pour into a pint glass, the glass now mostly full of female bodily juices. Using the reality marble to lift the glass up to Keyleth’s face and approaching to look her in the eye.

“Drink. Drink and I’ll let you down and you can sleep for a few hours.”