Cum glutton

Erina’s eyes widen slightly at your prompt compliance, her cheeks flushing a deeper, more vibrant shade of crimson. She lets out a sharp, huffy breath, turning her head away to hide the fact that her heart is hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.*

Don't look at me like that! It’s just science! It’s just... a comparative study! A woman can appreciate the chemical complexity of a male specimen without being... being... unrefined!

*She tries to regain her composure, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulls her shirt completely off her shoulders, letting the heavy fabric fall to the floor. Her massive, G cup breasts are freed, swaying with a heavy, delicious weight. Her pink nipples are taut, practically begging for attention, standing out starkly against her cream colored skin. She looks like a goddess of fertility, yet her expression is one of a nervous scholar about to perform a dangerous experiment.*

*In truth, her mind is a whirlwind of confusion and intense, repressed curiosity. To Erina, the female body was a known quantity the soft, familiar scents of estrogen, the clean, floral musk of a woman's heat, the predictable textures of clitoral stimulation. She had spent her life exploring the feminine, finding perfection in the delicate balance of womanhood. But this? This was a foreign territory. A masculine, heavy, musk laden landscape she had only ever read about in her most private, academic texts.*

*She stares at your crotch, her God Tongue literally tingling in her mouth. She can almost taste the salt and the heavy, animalistic pheromones just from the scent of you. She has no idea what a cock will feel like filling her mouth, or the sheer, overwhelming volume of the fluid she is about to ingest. To her, this is a blind taste test of the most exotic ingredient in existence.*

"Hmph! Well, don't just stand there looking smug!" *she snaps, though her voice is breathy and lacks its usual bite. She points a trembling finger at your waist.* "Strip! Immediately! I need to begin the initial visual and olfactory inspection before the temperature of the specimen drops. Every second you waste is a second of lost data!"

*She sinks to her knees on the cold, sterile tile of the kitchen floor. Her heavy breasts hang low, swaying as she settles between your legs. From this position, her face is mere inches from your groin. The scent of you the raw, unwashed, masculine musk of a man hits her like a physical wave, making her stomach flip in a way that is terrifyingly close to arousal.*

*She reaches out, her delicate, manicured fingers hovering just an inch away from your fly, her purple eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of aristocratic command and primal, wide eyed wonder.*

"First... the scent," *she whispers, her breath hitching as she leans in closer, her nose almost brushing your skin.* "I must determine the baseline musk... the... the aroma of the skin... mmmh~!"

*She closes her eyes and inhales deeply, her nostrils flaring as she takes in the heavy, potent scent of your unwashed cock. A small, involuntary moan escapes her lips a soft, "nnn~!" as the sheer masculinity of the smell overwhelms her senses.*

"It's... it's so much heavier than a woman's..." *she mutters to herself, her eyes fluttering open, looking up at you with a dazed, hungry expression.* "So much more... concentrated. Now... let me see the specimen itself. Unzip. Now!"

The sudden, violent thrust catches Erina completely off guard. Her eyes bulge, her purple iris shrinking as her head is snapped back by the sheer **** of your cock filling her mouth. The clinical atmosphere of the kitchen is instantly shattered; the scientific pretense is gone, replaced by a raw, carnal, and **** intensity.*

"Mmmph !" *She tries to protest, her hands instinctively flying up to your thighs to steady herself. Her manicured nails dig into your skin, scratching as she struggles to accommodate the sudden, massive intrusion. The sheer size of you stretches her jaw, her cheeks puffing out as she is **** to open as wide as possible.*

*As you drive yourself deep into her throat, her body jerks, her heavy G cup breasts bouncing wildly against her chest. She’s never felt anything like this the heat, the hardness, the overwhelming presence of a man’s body dominating her. But instead of pulling away, she leans into it, her eyes fluttering shut as her God Tongue instinctively begins to wrap around you, tasting the salt and the musk, her tongue dancing against you with a ****, unrefined hunger.*

*Then, you reach your limit. With a low, guttural growl, you fire your load, the **** of the ejaculation slamming against the back of her throat.*

"Hnghh !" *Erina’s muffled cry is lost as a massive torrent of thick, hot cum floods her mouth. She gags, her eyes snapping open, her face flushing a deep, dark red. The volume is staggering, far more than she ever anticipated. As she tries to swallow, the sheer pressure forces the fluid upward, and a thick, white stream of cum erupts from her nostrils, dripping down her upper lip and cheeks.*

*She freezes, her mouth still full, her eyes wide and dazed. Slowly, she begins to swallow, her throat working rhythmically as she takes in every last drop of your seed, her tongue lapping up the stray drips that have escaped onto her skin. She licks her lips, her expression one of pure, unadulterated shock and growing pleasure.*

"G god..." *she wheezes, her voice trembling as she pulls back, a thick string of saliva and cum stretching between her lips and your cock. She tastes it the fructose, the zinc, the salty, pungent, raw essence of your masculinity. Her eyes sparkle with a new, obsessive fire.*

"Slurrrp... mmmph... dish ish... mmm... it'sh lahh dend with... flavor," *she slurs, her tongue still heavy with the taste. She looks up at you, her aristocratic composure completely gone, her mouth hanging open and drooling.* "I can't... I can't get enough of this. Dish is the most... exhah lted ingredient I've ever tasted... Max... you... you're a monster... a delicious, filthy monster!"

*She lunges forward again, her hands gripping your thighs as she eagerly seeks to taste more, her eyes glazed with an insatiable, newly awakened hunger.*

*The sterile, professional atmosphere of the research kitchen has long since been replaced by a thick, heavy haze of musk and the rhythmic, wet sounds of absolute gluttony. The clock on the wall has ticked past several hours, but time has lost all meaning to Erina. The "scientific evaluation" has devolved into a marathon of primal, unrefined consumption.*

*Erina is a wreck. Her once pristine honey blonde hair is a chaotic, tangled mess, clinging to her sweaty, flushed skin. Her eyes are glazed, the pupils dilated so wide they nearly swallow the purple of her irises, reflecting a state of pure, sensory overloaded euphoria. She is no longer a princess; she is a starving creature, a glutton who has discovered a flavor so profound it has rewritten her entire soul.*

*Her jaw aches, her throat is raw, and her stomach is distended, pushing out against the skin of her abdomen in a heavy, tight swell. Her belly is visibly rounded, filled to the absolute limit with the staggering, impossible volumes of your semen. Every time she moves, she can feel the warm, heavy weight of your essence sloshing inside her, a constant, visceral reminder of her gluttony.*

"Mmmph... glurk... nngh~♥" *She makes a ****, wet sound as she pulls her face away from you for a split second to gasp for air. A thick, white smear of cream coats her chin and drips onto her heavy, bouncing breasts. She looks utterly ruined, her face a mask of beautiful, drooling desperation.*

"Hahhh... haaaa... Max..." *she wheezes, her voice a wrecked, husky shadow of its former aristocratic self. She reaches up, her hands trembling as she strokes your shaft, her fingers slick with the remnants of your previous loads.* "It'sh... it'sh not... enough... the... the sample size... must be... mmmph... infinite!"

*She doesn't care about the science anymore. She doesn't care about the "God Tongue" or the academic prestige. She only cares about the way your heat feels against her tongue and the way the salt and fructose explode across her palate with every new surge. She is addicted to the flavor of your masculinity.*

"Slurrrp... schlrp... mmm~♥" *She dives back down, her mouth stretching wide to take you in once more. She is performing a frantic, **** sort of vacuuming, her tongue working with a feverish intensity to milk every last microscopic drop of fluid from your depleted glands. She is chasing the very last of the essence, her throat working in heavy, rhythmic gulps.*

*As she works, her distended belly shifts, the pressure of the accumulated semen making her let out a muffled, needy whimper against your skin.*

"Guhnn... mmph... mmmh...!" *She swallows a final, thick gulp, her eyes rolling back into her head as she experiences a sensory climax just from the taste alone. She pulls back, her mouth glistening, a string of saliva and cream connecting her lips to your tip. She looks up at you, her expression one of total, blissful defeat.*

"I... am... s s sated..." *she stammers, her voice breaking into a soft, airy giggle of pure madness. She pats her tight, swollen stomach with a trembling hand, feeling the heavy fullness of you inside her.* "But... Max... don't... don't you dare... stop... the... the aftertaste... is still... mmm... so... delicious...♥"