Yes

You manage a little nod, looking up at the woman's gentle smile with wide, glazed eyes. It's hard to focus on anything but your burning need, but as you swallow it back, you make an effort to tell her what you think she wants to hear.

"Yes," you moan, panting hard. Her smile grows, showing the sharp white point of a tooth.

"Good, good..." she coos. "Then I'll help myself to this hole, next." Her hand keeps your chin steady, thumb sliding up to your bottom lip as she pushes your mouth open.

You find yourself gulping again, this time with helpless anticipation as you submit to her hand. You can't help but stare at the shining head of her dark-red cock as it moves closer to your face. The woman guides the thick member to your lips, slipping the tip past and letting it rest there. You can taste it, a slightly-salty but unexpectedly sweet taste that has the barest hint of cinnamon, like her mouth tasted. You can also taste yourself on it, and as your tongue delicately glides over the firm flesh--if it can even be called such--she slowly pushes further past your lips.

You glance up to see her ruby lips smirking down at you, alabaster breasts heaving with her movements. Her cock slides over your tongue, and back again, as she slips her hands into your hair. The pseudo-scaly texture grazes your lips smoothly as the scent of her sex fills your nose, accentuating the taste. You're unable to suppress the occasional moan as your pussy burns desperately between your legs, making you squirm in your bonds.

The rigid length between your lips pushes deeper in, opening your mouth that much wider to accommodate its girth. It pulses hot on your tongue, secreting a spicy pre-cum to mix with your saliva. The Crimson Queen shoves her cock farther with each thrust, until soon you feel it hit the back of your throat, making you gulp helplessly around it.

As drool--and some amount of other fluids--drips down your chin, she gives one forceful thrust to bring the entirety of her cock past your lips. You gag as it slides into your throat, trying to relax enough to let it in easily. She slowly pulls back a few inches, and gives your throat another thrust, repeating the motion until it gets easier for you to take. At that point, her movements pick up speed, and she begins to fuck your throat in earnest.

You let out a sputtering cough, drool flying from your lips. She delays a thrust to let you breathe, but it isn't long before she picks up the pace again, grunting and moaning above your messy face. The taste in your mouth grows increasingly more like cinnamon as she fucks it. You gulp down the abundant fluids, taking deep breaths through your nose of the intoxicating smell of sex, sweat and spice.

Her fucking quickly grows urgent, and with a set of rapid thrusts, the Crimson Queen lets out an echoing cry of ecstasy, shoving herself down your throat as far as possible as a hot flood of spicy cum pours out of her cock. You swallow as much as you can, drooling out what you can't as the thick rod pulses in your mouth, ever so slowly retracting from your throat and leaving a trail of cinnamon-sweetness in its wake.

With a few last, slurping gulps, you manage to swallow all the cum in your mouth. The woman's blood-red nail comes down to scrape up one strand of the stuff on our chin, dusky-red eyes meeting yours as she brings it to her mouth where a forked little tongue flickers out to lick it up.

"Had enough yet, darling?" she asks, stroking your hair lovingly as her cock slips out of your panting mouth.