Ruin your self

Ears ringing, you still follow his dripping cock. Shame burning in your eyes as they seek his, apologizing with an open-mouthed kiss where his angry pre streams down, your tongue bashfully teasing his foreskin. You don't want to risk another slap but, minding your manners, linger there long enough to whimper, "Sorry, Dad," as you gloss your lips with his sticky sap, then let yourself be drawn into his lap by the hand still claiming your ass, idly fingering your doomed hole.

He takes in your apology with a look of utter disappointment, shoving your face roughly down to his big, angry rage-boner, then jerking you around so you are face down in his junk, your own cock drooling into the wiry hair between his big, fat, bronze-ringed bull-tits, your knees up over his shoulders as he spreads your cheeks with his tusks. "You will be, you dumb shit." He grabs you by the back of your collar and wipes his sticky cock with your mouth. "Get on it." You're already licking and sucking at his hairy foreskin, sliding it back with your mouth, but swipe and swab with your tongue so he can feel it.

"From here out, I'm only talking to your sad, sorry fuck-hole," he sneers. "Because that's all of you that matters. So shut up and suck." Hot, hard tusks dig hard against you, baring your quivering, brown butthole to his bristly chin and a long, rasping lap of his tongue. "Kiss the rest goodbye," he growls, breath hot on your sticky pucker, before closing his teeth around it to plunder you with his tongue. Your own is slavishly milking him for a steady flow of pre to slather his whole, hairy, brutal cock to **** you there next.

"You think you need this hard, hairy Orc-cock to dirty-fuck your filthy chute, now, hunh?" he scoffs. "Time I'm up in you for real, you won't be able to shit without needing to cum." His tongue plies into your dirty hole angrily, and you press back, spreading your ass wider, moaning into a mouthful of cock. "And by the time I am done, you won't be able to cum without needing to shit."

You hadn't warned him that you were full, and now it's too late. Just imaging it under your lips, your own tongue, after, makes your balls flinch and your cock drool. As easily as a single fingertip against your sticky butthole had made you beg him to use your First Breeding to ruin you forever, every rough shove of his tongue breaks you further. You feel every nub, every vein. magnified. And his thick, bestial cock is so much bigger.

"Time those guards get back, to show you off to their Chief," he promises, "they're all gonna see what I already know, and you're about to learn the hard way." His tongue plies and digs, then smears around your ring to paint it slick and sticky. "That all you are is a filthy tube of shit to grease my cock, so I can I pound out another load of bull-milk up your dumb, filthy fuck-hole. Understood, son?" Drunk and dizzy with the need to cum, full of the smell and taste of his hot, throbbing cock, his words strike deep with equal threat and promise. Your nuts get heavier, and your butthole clenches, only to be **** wide again by his savage tongue.

"Please?" It's half a whine, half a moan, echoed by every cringing, instinctive sign of your abject submission and surrender, begging him to prove it all true. Your urgent need to cum, that has dragged you to your destruction as surely as your collar drags your face along your father's hot, hairy sack, it utterly overshadowed by knowing that, if he does, you can only hope to be ashamed at what you will become.

"Talk with your dirty hole, slut," he replies, slapping you again with his brutal cock. "Get it down onto my fuck-meat. Now."