"... have that arse filled, if you like it or not."

"Down." She commands in the sternest tone you've heard yet. You really angered this beast, didn't you? You slump down to your knees, in front of her admittedly tasty looking meat. She flexes her large flaccid shaft, making it bounce upwards, the head bulging, her veins becoming- if it were possible- even more apparent. Grabbing onto her thick shaft by the base, she presses it against your mouth until you open wide, at which she shovels it in at the earliest opportunity. "If I really wanted, I could disable your gag reflex for you. I'm not feeling that nice anymore, however." she says in a taunting tone, inspecting her fingernails casually whilst you slobber around her thick cockhead. Arisa begins to become erect in your mouth. Seeing as you're starting to struggle to even fit your jaw around the girth of her tip, you feel rather worried about any size. She flexes her shaft again, bulging her cockhead further, spreading your mouth even wider temporarily.

You pop her head out of your mouth for breath, gasping, her surface now slick and shiny with your saliva. Understanding your position, and wanting to please your guest, you reopen your jaw wide, barely fitting the thick head inside your mouth, and start to give it a tongue bath, twirling and licking your tongue all over its surface, to the sound of approving grunts. Bringing both hands upwards, you keenly wrap your palms around as much meat as they allow you, and start to jerk off her massive pole, peeling back her thick foreskin, feeling up the texture of her warm, muscular cock. Another breath of air allows you time to apply some saliva over its long length, getting her whole cock dripping wet and lubed for whatever she has planned next. You're just getting a cock-filled haze, when she pries your head off the feeble length you'd mustered so far suddenly.

She pushes you downward with a very hard shove to the chest. You fall backwards onto your arse, the iron chain connecting the pair of you jangling as it comes to rest, reminding you of your predicament, a drop of saliva still hanging from your mouth and chin. With a malicious grin, she strips you of your clothes, tossing them aside, leaving you bare, staring up at her from below. Her flaccid cock swings inches from your face as she strides over, dripping with arousal and your handiwork. Crouching down, she inspects your genitals with a stern attitude, taking special interest in your arse- she toys with it, spreading it wide with two, long fingers, and slowly teasing the outside of your pucker with her nails. She reaches down to her cock, wiping a drop of precum off onto her fingertip, and slowly sliding a finger into your arsehole. "Mmm... you are tight..." she moans seductively, beginning to teasingly finger your now slick backdoor, twisting her hand around as she pumps it in and out. "But I think we could improve on it with a little magic, hmm?"

She raises her hand above her hand, reciting some sort of Latin phrase whilst she does so. She's fairly deep in concentration... you wonder if perhaps you could disrupt her little session with a bit of trickery... maybe turn the tables? Or, have a wait around- the premise of whatever magic she's conjuring does sound rather kinky...