Submit.

The cock pounded into the back of her throat, and tears welled in her eyes. Tears of pain, shock, and shame. This was it, this is what she had been afraid of all those years ago. Ever since she had started to develop breasts, her father had eyed her, leered at her, wanted her. He had been strict about everything, and deviation led to punishment. Spankings were his preference. It was his chance to touch her forbidden flesh, without crossing the line of impropriety. He had trained her to be submissive to him for years, and she knew, when he came calling, she would give into him. That was why she had escaped.

Killian continued to **** her up and down on his thick meat, causing her to gag over and over again. Groaning in pleasure he pushed her to the root, and made her hold all of him down her throat, as she struggled to breathe. His forcefulness, his dominance, it drove her insane. She was at war with herself. Turned on, humiliated, struggling to be the strong independent woman she had become, and the submissive slut her father had wanted her to be.

Letting her up to get a short breath, she had to use her nose, as he would not allow his cock to leave her warm mouth completely. With only a few **** gasps in her lungs, he once again plunged back down her airway with deep, rapid strokes. Over and over she gagged on his huge cock, as he set his rapid pace, only to shove deep and **** her to hold her breath and his shaft down her throat. He repeated this a few times, using her mouth for his own pleasure, until finally with a groan he slammed deep one last time, and let loose a torrent of cum. Her throat swallowed greedily, hoping for air to come when she completed the task. Sure enough a few moments of basking in her mouth and he finally released her.

Teija choked and coughed, gasping for air. “That will do,” Killian said, putting himself away. “for now.” With that the cold warrior got up, and resumed his post near the door they had come through.

Spending a few minutes relearning to breathe, Teija thought about what little she had learned, and what she might yet from the books before her. It was best to pack it up, perhaps head back, or brave moving forward.