The Shaman makes Becky suck him off

"Please!" Becky gave a shuddering gasp as a new wave of pleasure washed over her, threatening to drown her in ecstasy, but not quite pushing her over the edge.

"Please what?" the Shaman sneered, maintaining his calm position as Becky stared up at him. "Beg for it, slut."

"Please! I n-need your cock!" Becky gasped with every word, as though speaking was pushing her closer to the edge. "I-I neeeed you to f-f-fuck me!" she begged desperately, but her hands showed no sign of slowing down.

"I could do that." The shaman mused. "I could lessen the burden of your inherent whorish nature. But..." his toothy smile revealed two large fangs "What would I get out of that? No, I think you need to do something for me first."

"Okay! Please!" Becky paused to give another shuddering moan, "I'll do anything whatever you want! Just-- just!"

Still smirking at how easily his foe had been overcome by his simple trap, the shaman pointed down at his cock. "Suck."

Becky needed no further prompting. She crawled the few paces across the floor over too him until her platinum blonde head was just above his cock. Her eyes fixated on it, latching onto the object she hoped might bring an end to her torturous lust.

Without another though, Becky bent down and began eagerly sucking the Shaman's cock, bobbing up and down quickly. While she lacked any meaningful technique, Becky treated the cock like she was in love with it, worshiping every inch of it that she could manage with her lips and tongue, planting countless, **** kisses on it as she sucked the Shaman's member. All the while, Becky's fingers never left her clit, rubbing and teasing herself with a constant, urgent need.

The Shaman leaned back from his seated position, losing a part of his superior stature as the pleasure started to get to him. He placed a clawed hand on the back of Becky's head, resting it there as she eagerly took his cock into her mouth again and again. Before long, the shaman's cock began to swell, and moments later, Becky was given the reward for her hard work. Spurts of Gnoll cum shot out of his cock several strands of it shooting into her mouth before she was able to pull up off of it. The rest of the cum shot onto her face and petite chest.

As the two lay there in the aftermath, something changed a little in both of them. For Becky it was the sensation of the Gnoll's cum against her skin. It felt simply amazing, perfectly pushing along the path toward her own climax. As the pleasant sensation of it against his skin built, she kept towing with herself until, moments later, she came, tensing up and crying out as her legs buckled out form under her and she toppled forward onto the pelt.

The Shaman, for his part, suddenly looked less civilized than he had before. His cock still hard, the magic in the room faded just a little. The aura of power and authority slipped from his as what was apparently a feeble control over his own mind slipped from him.