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There's no point resisting and making things harder for yourself. Your best bet is to do whatevver Therion tells you. You let Therion lead you inside, {if Gagged = true} take the gag out of your mouth, {endif} and pull your head up to their cock.

You try to get a glimpse at the starmaps around you as the tip of Therion's cock rests between your lips. You know that the numbers are despite the unfamiliar character set, you can read the names of the planets... but you don't know how to interpret any of the information. Useless.

In your brief glance around the room before your full attention is given to your task, you don't see anything labelled "Earth".

"Swirl your tongue around on the end of that," Therion orders. "Now press it... oh, yeah. That's right." Therion locks their legs under your arms and lifts you until they have a straight path right down your throat, then uses their legs to pull you up and down their cock. After a few strokes, they hold you in place, cock in your throat, preventing you from breathing. Your throat almost immediately begins to spasm.

"Oh, yeah! That's perfect!" Therion holds you there for a good long while, then, just as you start to panic, pulls you back so you can steal a few quick breaths. You can't help but moan around his cock.

"Oh, that feels amazing! Do that again!"

You moan and hum against the phallus until Therion pulls you back down onto it and your throat is too blocked to do so. Your throat starts to spasm again, and this time, Therion doesn't pull you off. He holds you there until you start to struggle in a panic. Your struggles finally send them over the edge and he lets you go; you pull back and draw a deep, shuddering breath just in time for them to shoot their load directly into your face.

As you kneel there, shuddering, gasping, covered in cum, Therion locks their legs around your body once more. "Don't go anywhere, Dreg. When that dick recovers, you're going to do that again."

You learn a lot about pleasuring Chullians over the entire day you spend between Therion's legs. You learn the right way to hum and to nibble and to lick. You learn what parts are more sensitive than others. Most of what you learn is uncomfortable to you, some is downright painful, but it quickly becomes obvious that Therion doesn't care. It's not that they want to deliberately cause you pain, it's just that your pain or pleasure simply isn't a factor, any more than that of the chair they sit in or the computers they use.

Several throat-fuckings later, an alarm goes off. "Oh," Therion says. "Bed time. are you hungry? I guess not, with how full of me you are, right? How about one more bedtime snack, and then we can both get some rest. Open wide, now -- this trick is going to hurt."