(Wait just a little longer...)

Zukka almost moans as he begins to bob his head up and down.

'As long as I keep giving him what he wants, he won't get violent.' After he's cummed, though... that's when the trouble will start.

He'll just have to cross that bridge when he comes to it.

"Fuck, if I knew you's such a slut, I'd shove my cock in your mouth the moment you hit the ground!" The robber huffs and loosens his grip on Zukka's head and hair as he complies more and more, allowing the apprentice sorcerer to properly give him head.

Zukka looked up at the robber, resting his palms on his knees as he fluttered his eyelashes. He swipped his tongue against his cockhead, making a show out of him swirling his tongue around the grey-green tip. Zukka's tongue wormed its way underneath a part of his foreskin, a wave of nausea washing over him as a sour taste fills his mouth once again.

Zukka tries to ignores the heat growing in his core.

He doesn't know how much more he can take...

Maybe now he should attack?