Vanilla Sucks Cock

Vanilla's heart sank at Zangard's words, a cold dread settling in the pit of her stomach. She knew she was at his mercy, **** to dance and strip against her will. But she refused to let him see her fear. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and met his gaze head-on.

As Zangard advanced towards her, a cruel smile playing on his lips, Vanilla steeled herself for whatever twisted game he had in store. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her naked body, sending shivers down her spine. But she refused to cower before him.

With a flick of his wrist, Zangard beckoned her closer.

Come here.

Despite every instinct screaming at her to resist, Vanilla found herself moving towards him, her bare feet making no sound on the forest floor.

As she stood before him, Zangard reached out a hand to caress her cheek, his eyes gleaming with malice. But Vanilla's defiance didn't fade, her gaze never wavering. "You'll never break me," she spat, spittle flying from her lips.

Zangard chuckled, a low, menacing sound that echoed through the forest. "We'll see about that."

"Let me go!" Vanilla screamed, her voice echoing throughout the forest. “I helped you escape from your prison. I won’t tell anyone that you’re free.” But her words fell on deaf ears as Zangard continued to laugh manically.

“We both know you’re a liar, Vanilla. Now let’s have some real fun.”

Kneel.

Vanilla dropped to her knees, looking up at him pleadingly. Her eyes watered. She knew what was coming next.

Take out my cock, and suck on it.

She tried to **** her hands from moving up, but there was no use. Soon she was opening his trousers and fishing out his cock. She cringed at the sight of it. It was the biggest she’d ever seen. She’d heard the rumours about mages before, but this was ridiculous. It must have been a foot long at least. His balls were huge too, it must have been forever since the last time he'd had release.

She leant it, licking the tip. It tasted so musky. He must have been down in that prison for a long, long time.

As she began to take him into her mouth, her lips tightening around his shaft, Vanilla felt a wave of disgust wash over her, he tasted disgusting, but she had **** but to suck. Her eyes remained locked onto Zangard's, defiance and determination burning behind them.

Her jaw clenched around his cock, her mind focused on one thing: getting away from him, if that could be possible.

Zangard watched her with a twisted smile, enjoying the show of defiance in her eyes.

“Keep looking at me with that filthy stare,” Zangard said before a groan. “It only makes me enjoy it more.”

Vanilla's throat constricted as she felt the thickness of Zangard's member in her mouth. She was determined to make it as unpleasant as possible for him, but every second that passed only seemed to strengthen his control over her. Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, but she knew it was futile.

As she continued to suck on him, Vanilla's body tensed with every thrust, reminding her of the **** that was guiding her every action. Despite her efforts to resist, she found herself wrapping her arms around his thighs, pulling him closer to her mouth. Her once defiant gaze had now softened, replaced by a mixture of shame and submission.

Zangard let out another moan, he seemed to be enjoying the feeling of her lips wrapped around his shaft, the sensation of her tongue darting out to lick at the head. He held onto her head, guiding her movements.

Deepthroat.

Vanilla's eyes widened at the command. She didn't think her throat could handle the length of his long cock. But she knew that defying him was impossible. She took a deep breath and lowered her head, her lips wrapping around the tip of his cock again.

This time, she pushed harder, forcing the head of his cock past her lips and into her throat. It felt way too big, but Vanilla **** it in, deeper and deeper, gagging and ****, eyes blurry with tears, throat burning, wanting to keep it out of her mouth, but unable. Her throat constricted as it made its way down, but she **** herself to relax, swallowing as he thrust deeper and deeper into her throat.

Zangard grinned as he watched Vanilla **** on his cock. He gripped her head tighter, guiding her movements until he was balls-deep within her throat.

Vanilla's eyes bulged in terror, her throat constricted around his member, but she refused to let it show. After deepthroating a second, Zangard **** her head back a little, letting her breathe in **** breaths.

"You think this is going to break me? You're wrong," Vanilla managed to **** out, spittle dripping from her lips.

Zangard only laughed, a dark and sinister sound that echoed through the forest. "We'll see about that."

He pulled her hair roughly, forcing her head up a little. Vanilla coughed and gasped for air, tears streaming down her face. But she didn't falter in her defiance, her eyes burning with anger and despair.

"Please let me go," Vanilla pleaded, **** for freedom. "I won't tell anyone about you. I’ll suck you off good, I’ll even swallow, just please let me go when I’m done.”

He placed a finger over her lips. “This is your punishment for lying. You’re my prisoner now, Vanilla. You’ll suck me off good regardless.”

Swallow every last drop.

Zangard's words sent a shiver down Vanilla's spine. She gulped and felt bile rising in her throat as she prepared to swallow his cum, but she knew she had ****. She had no control.

She closed her eyes and took Zangard deeper inside her mouth, her tongue dancing around his shaft as he began to thrust harder and faster. Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, but her body moved independent of her mind, obeying Zangard's every command.

As Zangard's climax grew nearer, Vanilla could feel the tension building in his body. She knew what was coming and braced herself for the onslaught of his cum.

He groaned loudly, his hips thrusting uncontrollably. Vanilla felt his cock twitch and stiffen, knowing that he was about to release his load. She held him tightly, her lips locked around the head of his cock, waiting for the first spurt of cum to burst forth.

As Zangard's cum began to pour into her mouth, Vanilla's eyes widened in horror. It tasted even worse than before, salty and bitter. She could taste every drop as it filled her mouth, covering her tongue, she gulped it down, filling her insides with a disgusting foreign substance.

She didn't have a choice. She swallowed, using the muscles in her throat to **** the cum down. Her stomach churned with each swallow, but she **** it all down until he was finished.

When he finally pulled out of her mouth, Vanilla collapsed onto the ground, tears streaming down her face. She felt violated, used, and completely defeated.