With A Throat Fuck

You immediately grabbed Harding's head and slammed it down the length of your shaft. She let out a cough and gurgle while chocking on your cock, she clearly wasn't expecting that. You pulled your cock just a bit, allowing her to take in a bit of a breath before thrusting back into her. With a few quick jabs, you pounded the back of her mouth, not slipping her throat just yet.

As you continued to fuck her mouth, Harding seemed to relax, she clearly started to get with the program. Her little tongue massaged the base of your cock. You looked down at her and grinned at the intent focus she had to please you. In a swift motion you undid her bun and let her hair fall down along her face. She looked up at you and her eyes seemed to smile at you while her lips stretched around your thick shaft.

You finally reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair and started to push in and out of her throat. Harding let out a loud gag as you **** yourself down, her throat squeezing you tight. Any time she gag or cough her throat would work your shaft even more, heightening your pleasure. Eventually you realized that trying to get your full shaft down her throat in this angle was too difficult, so you need to switch it up. You pulled her head back off your dick, she immediately fell into a coughing fit and offered no resistance as you lifted her and laid her on the table.

With her head hanging off the edge you pushed back into her mouth, "That's better." You groaned out as you slipped back into her throat. Harding's hands went back and held onto your legs as you began to pound her little hole. Your balls slapped against her nose while her spit poured out over her face making a mess of her hair. With a few more quick thrusts you emptied your seed deep down her throat, with a very pleased sigh.

You unceremoniously pulled you dick right from her mouth a wiped off the excess saliva on her face. Harding was too busy catching her breath to even notice, it looked like you exhausted the poor girl. You pulled your pants up and gave her a little pat on the shoulder, "Thanks Harding, though I may need your help again." You said with a little smirk,

"Of-of course Warden..." She said as she took a deep breath, "All you need to do is ask." She said sweetly before passing out on the table. You chuckled and walked away. You, yourself, felt exhausted, killing a Herald, and fucking a throat three times in one day takes a lot out of you. You returned to your room and got into your bed, you barely had time to note that Morrigan slept next you. If you weren't so tired you may have treated her to a nightly load, but there's always tomorrow of course.