Fuu sucks the Shaman's cock

Fuu nodded. There was **** in the matter, breaking her vow would have dire consequences, not only to her faith but to Fuu herself. At the temple, it had been **** into her that she would never break an oath. They were meant to be keepers of order, after all, not common liars. Her hands found the ties that held shut the flowing fabric of her outfit, tugging them gently free until the front of it fell open. She eased it gently off of her shoulders and onto the ground beside her. At least it wasn't destroyed, Fuu thought with a pang of sympathy for Becky.

The Shaman's mouth twitched up in a greedy grin as his lecherous eyes drank in her body. She was firm and athletic from years of training, yet still pleasantly slender and elegant of figure. Her breasts were shapely, like firm, perky teardrops, her nipples small and rosy against light skin. A slim waist gave way to pleasantly round hips and firm, long legs with a rather small and pleasantly shaped pussy nestled between. He would enjoy ruining her perfect picture of trained elegance.

With a final sigh, Fuu handed over her glaive. The weapon had been a gift from the monastery, and it felt wrong to place it into the hand of a monster, but it wasn't like she had much of a choice. He held it, staring down at her as Fuu fell to her knees before him with a quiet sigh. It only took a quick adjustment of fabric for his cock to flop out from his loincloth, large, red, and swollen. Fuu certainly wasn't eager to begin, but she was certain that she already knew his next demand.

"You will show me that you understand your place here," was all he said. His fingers curled cruelly around her staff as he stared down at her.

Fuu shut her eyes. She clenched her jaw, then thought back to the monastery, to her promises, and to her friends. Then, she braced herself, and began.

He tasted salty, Fuu realized as she took his cockhead into her mouth for the first time. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, just... strange. Slowly she eased downward, taking more and more of it into her mouth until she had enveloped as much of his member as she could manage without straining herself. It was just over half of it, she realized. Fuu's eyes flitted from the length of his cock up to his face. The Shaman just stared back at her grinning.

Well, Fuu thought, there was nothing to do but... get this over with. She began to move, slowly at first. Fuu wasn't exactly the most experience at giving head, but it was in her best interest to try. She bobbed up and down, slowly finding her rhythm as she worked his cock in her mouth. Her lips pressed firmly against his red member, holding him firmly between them as the length of his shaft rubbed along her tongue, back and back into her mouth, then out again.

"You will pleasure yourself as you pleasure me." the Shaman's words came as a shock to Fuu. She had become so focused on blowing him, she had nearly forgotten he was there! His demand still stood, though, and Fuu was still bound fully to his word.