Emmaline takes one for the team... down her throat

"Should I...?"

Driven by some sort of instinct or habit, Robin followed his movement, falling to her knees in front of the creature. Her wide blue eyes latched onto his meaty pink cock, watching every pulse and movement of it as though hypnotized. Pale pink lips parted in an unspoken gasp, then stayed that way, her tender mouth spread just wide enough that, if he wanted, to, the Naga might have grabbed her crown braid like a handle bar and stuffed his cock down her gullet in one smooth motion. Robin probably wouldn't have even stopped him.

Then she turned, looking up at Fuu and Emmaline with a heady innocence that made Fuu's heart sting with something between nostalgia and guilt.

"You need not do anything you do not wish," Fuu said. She was midway through a step forward, ready to draw Robin up to her feet when Emmaline blew past her.

By the time Emmaline had reached the other girl, her hands had found their way to her wrap top, done some clever trick with the knot that held tight between her shoulder blades, and tugged the garment free. It flashed through the air like a red flag, then fluttered to the stone floor as Emmaline's heavy breasts bounced free of their confinement in one obscene jiggling motion. They shifted and bounced as she flopped down to the floor beside Robin before settling down against her ribcage, two round teardrops of utter perfection, rising and falling slowly in time to her breath.

"Someone's gotta do something, right?" Emmaline said, grinning at Robin who, for her part, was only blushing all the deeper, her eyes wandering drunkenly between Emmaline's heavy, perfect tits and the engorged, slender cock aching up at her gently parted lips. "It's only fair, right? Maybe all that hissing was just him striking a bargain. I give you free access to some profound secret chamber in the depths of the ancient temple, you get on your knees and let me blow my load down your throat. Quid pro quo. It's only fair."

Robin stared at her in a daze and murmured something that might have been agreement if it had even a single coherent syllable.

"You can sit all pretty like that and watch," Emmaline said with a wink. "If you'd like."

So Robin was treated to a front row seat as Emmaline leaned forward, breasts falling to sway beneath her like heavy pendulums as she pressed her cheek to the shaft. It's warmth tinged her skin and a flush filled her noble features as she massaged his slick length with the softness of her face, grinding herself against it like an adoring cat. Flicking out her tongue, Emmaline teased the lower edge of his cock, tracing the area where his slimy pink shaft disappeared into the cleft of his scales. She worked low, trying to find the very base of him and cleaning it of his arousal with a tongue that had been born to give noble speeches and crown knights, not work the shaft of some lowly monster like a drunken tavern whore putting on a show.

But she was definitely putting on a show. And it was quite the good one if the sunset pink that filled in Robin's cheeks below her freckles was anything to go by. Emmaline worshiped the creature's cock shamelessly, lapping and lavishing him as though he were divinity descended upon her. Her eyes stared up at his, a look of utterly debauched need filling them completely. Even though she could feel Emmaline's naked shoulder pressed against her own, the focus in Emmaline's eyes was as though the other girl wasn't even there, as if the only thing that had ever mattered to her and would ever matter again was debasing herself by treating the Naga's cock like it was more important than her entire bloodline.

Studying Emmaline's eyes as she was, it was impossible for Robin to miss the shift.

How could she possibly fail to notice the way Emmaline's motions suddenly stilled. Heavy breathing sent her tits wobbling slightly beneath her, while Emmaline lingered, cock leaning against her nose so that she could fill her every sense with his scent, touch, and taste. Then something in her eyes changed. Her pupils dilated, her mouth, pressed into a cocky and coy smile up til now, went slack and stupid.

"Emmaline...?" Robin whispered, her throat too dry to form real words.

Slowly, Emmaline reared back, reeling like a drunk stumbling down the street. She looked blearily up into the Naga's eyes, grinned, then fell forward on his cock with the same self-destructive inelegance of a man plunging from a cliff to his demise on the rocks below.

Her lips parted and she took him to the base with a wretched, violent "Glllrrrkkk!!!"

Robin watched as her throat bulged outward with his girth, as her nose flattened and scratched against the hardness of the scales that covered his belly. There Emmaline held herself for long seconds, until her eyes started to water and the flush of her face took on a different, more desperate hue. Then she lurched backward, the cock spilling free until there connected only by a string of the most obscene mixture of precum and spittle. Emmaline managed to hold herself away from it for a single second before she plunged back down, desperate and greedy. She rammed the thing down her throat, violating her own face and mouth with brutal, rapid thrusts as though she were the one getting off on it all, and not just a woman turning herself into a single hole to be used.

The heat that had been slowly swelling between Robin's thighs had reached a fever pitch of need and it was only some distant, quiet part of her which still remembered noble and stoic Fuu standing somewhere else in the chamber that stopped her from tugging down her skirt and frigging herself stupid to the sight of Emmaline's brutal, self imposed skull-fucking.

Emmaline moved like an animal, vicious and hungry, plunging his cock into her throat again and again until something about the languid creature finally shifted. It came first in the tightening of his abdominal muscles, the way his arms fell forward from their lazy stretch along the back of his stony bench to rest half encouraging and half resistant against Emmaline's rapidly bobbing face. Then he twitched violently. The Naga didn't have to do or say anything. Emmaline had already turned herself into his personal willing fleshlight, so when she felt the first twitch of release pulse through his cock, she threw herself down onto him, slamming her nose so violently against his pelvis that it stung.

But as her eyes watered, that small, fleeting pain was washed away by the torrent of cum that sprayed down her throat. Emmaline gulped every last drop of it down, as though this, finally, was the antidote to the thirst that drove her to face fuck herself so brtually on the Naga's cock that it stung.

Robin watched, entranced with a sense of profound awe as Emmaline's throat bulged with every swallow and her friend's eyes rolled in the back of her head with an unearned blissful rapture.