A surprise!

Before you can even react, you feel a pair of strong hands at the back of your head, as your nose is buried in the hips of the hunter and your throat gags intensely.

Your eyes widen and shoot upwards, to see the hunter looking at the distance with transfixed eyes.
He’s still under your control! But why is he acting on his own?

You don’t have much time to ponder this question as he roughly pulls your head from his cock until it pops out of your throat. A short breath makes its way down your now open windpipe, before it is blocked once again by his massive shaft.

He continues his rough throat-fucking as you try and fail to push him off you. His hands now pulling on your hair as grunts come out of his mouth every time his balls slap on your chin.

He’s like a machine now, no matter how hard you push him or how much you try to resist. Your throat has now become his personal fucktoy as you gag uncontrollably and tears and spit run down your face and onto your dress non-stop.

It’s been less than a minute since he started fucking your face, but you feel like you are about to pass out right now, depending only on short bursts of fresh air every now and then.

Finally, the hunter pushes with all his strength, planting his ballsack firmly on your chin as a torrent of spit escapes your mouth and rains on your green dress.

You feel a strong spurt of cum going down your throat and directly into your stomach, then another, and another, and another. It feels like he’s never going to stop cumming as your oxygen-starved mind starts to fog and your body feels heavier and heavier.

Eventually his ejaculation subsides, his grip on your head weakening as you instinctually push back with your remaining strength. His cock now free from your mouth, as a lonely spurt of cum shoots out of the hunter’s tool and crosses your face from your left cheek to your chin and neck.

You just remain there in the dirt, almost immobile, desperately gasping for air as your consciousness seems to come back and your throat spasms uncontrollably. You have never felt happier of being able to breathe.

It feels like an eternity, but you finally come fully to your senses after a few moments.
You raise your gaze. Your **** is still mindlessly looking into the nothingness with a blank expression, his now-flacid cock still bright with spit, and a lonely string of semen dangling from it and connecting the tip to the ground.

He doesn’t moves. He seems to be under your control still, but your mind still doubts this.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, BITCH!” You hear in the distance.

You have lost too much time with this, and now that Barbarian must have respawned and come with a vengeance.

There’s no time to waste. You order your pet to pull his pants back up and he obeys as you swiftly get up from the dirt floor. The mix of your pussy juices, tears and spit having made a mess where you were just kneeling.

You know you are still in no position to face that Barbarian, even after leveling up and with help, and the same trick won’t work twice. It is better to live to fight another day.

“Follow me” You whisper to the hunter, your voice coarse and almost unintelligible, as you pull his arm and make your way through the bushes and trees.

As you run into the dark forest, your puppet in tow, you can feel your juices running down your legs.

Even with the fear of getting caught, you are still very horny, and your mind fogs from time to time with visions of the tasty cock between the hunter’s legs.

Only after you stop hearing the echoes of the Barbarian’s voice, do you stop to rest and catch your breath. You feel much safer now, and even in your unsatiated state, you can think clearer.