Holstered

Gabrielle moans softly as my lips reach her hilt, as her cock continues to pulse. She yanks my hair abruptly and jerks her hips, pushing her hilt into my throat, her balls into my mouth. “Take it, faggot. Moan and swallow, and suck on my nuts.”

Her clear, concise orders, dominate my reprogrammed mind. I immediately moan on her cock as commanded, swallowing to stroke her from hilt to crown with my throat. My tongue flexes underneath her balls, rolling around them, massaging.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Gabby sighs in pleasure, purring the words like delicate music in my ears, as the first rope of her seed pulses into my throat, longer than her cock, and thick. My swallowing bears it straight into my stomach as I kneel and receive it.

Her cock continues to pulse for almost two minutes, feeding me another dozen impressively heavy ropes of her seed, until the pulsation ends. I hold my breath, sucking in mindless submission on her jewels, moaning and swallowing on her cock.

Her hips jerk firmly against my face twice, her cock flexing in my throat, making it conform to the shape of her meat. She coos softly in pleasure, before she pulls her hips back slowly. Her balls slip from my mouth easily, followed by her phallus.

My eyes flutter, and I inhale sharply as soon as my airways are unobstructed, my eyes focusing up on hers. She sighs softly as she strokes my hair, “Gods above, that was wonderful, faggot. You have no idea how long I've longed to fucking do that.”

I smile mindlessly, licking and kissing her cock until she pulls it away from my mouth and uses my hair to dry herself off. Quietly kneeling, I take it, letting her use me as she sees fit, watching her tuck her meat away, buttoning and then zipping.

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Here the story converges with Gabrielle awakening me in Chapter 9: Yes.