Cry for help

"H-he.. l..p"

Your voice is hoarse, your mouth dry. By the gods, how much time has passed? A new wave of pleasure rolls over you as the mouth constant suction start to oscilate slightly - from an playful suckle with just enough **** to keep you in place, to at full on demanding suck that makes your toes curl and your vision goes dark. It never stays the same long enough for you to get used to the sensation.

You're fairly sure the corner of the brass mouth are slightly edged upwards where they weren't before, and while it's seemingly still set on draining your balls, it has an increasing playful edge to it. You're also fairly sure you feel something akin to a tongue, circling your tip.. or you could be making it up.

"Help!" You clear your throat and call for aid. "Help!" Your voice is weak but each shout gains a bit of power; still, due to the nature of your predicament, there's a definite, **** moaning quality to your voice - as if you're not sure if you're pleaing for mercy or crying out in pleasure.

"Heelp.." Your voice cracks slightly as your body starts building towards yet another orgasm.

You're not entirely sure if you're going to get the right kind of assistance like this, but you barely have time to second guess when you hear someone approaching.