Free Web NovelChapter 652: 652. Releasing A Massive Amount of Seed Inside The Orc’s Mouth!!!**
Rex saw the light of pure, unadulterated submission flickering in Gorvasha’s eyes, and he decided to push the physical limits of her anatomy. He gripped her hair even tighter, anchoring her head in place, and began to drive his cock with a rhythmic, piston-like violence that was almost supernatural.
THWACK! SLOP! SCHLUCK! GULP!
The force of his thrusts was so immense that as his massive, vein-ridged shaft plunged into her throat, the sheer girth of it caused a visible, terrifying bulge to rise in the skin of her neck. From the outside, it looked as though a thick, moving serpent was traveling down her gullet.
Cassandra, still slumped and trembling from her own cataclysmic release, lifted her heavy eyelids. She watched, her breath hitching in her throat, as the grotesque and beautiful sight of Rex’s cock stretching Gorvasha’s neck unfolded before her.
"By the gods..." Cassandra whispered, her voice a raspy, exhausted thread. "Look at her... he’s... he’s stretching her throat like it’s nothing but soft clay."
"If he did that to me... if he forced that much of himself into my mouth... my throat would surely tear... I couldn’t... HAAH... I couldn’t handle such a beast..."
PLAP! SQUISH! THUMP! GLUCK!
Gorvasha couldn’t even respond to the Queen’s observation. Her world had narrowed down to the sensation of Rex’s glans slamming against the back of her throat, the bulge in her neck pulsing with every brutal impact.
The humiliation was immense; she was a high-ranking warrior, yet she was being treated like a common vessel, her neck distending under the sheer mass of his cock. But a primal, overwhelming need was rapidly overtaking the humiliation.
Her pussy was no longer just dripping; it was a pulsing, weeping wound of pure lust. The sensation of her own juices running down her legs was driving her to the brink of madness.
As Rex continued his relentless assault, Gorvasha’s hands, which had been trembling on his thighs, began to wander. Her fingers searched the floor, feeling the cold, heavy iron of the chains that bound her to the stone.
SCHLUCK! THWACK! SLOP!
With a desperate, shaky movement, she grabbed the heavy links of the chain around her waist. Her eyes were glazed, her mind a whirlpool of shame and ecstasy.
She began to pull the cold metal against her swollen, soaking clitoris, using the rough texture of the iron to mimic the friction she so desperately craved.
SQUISH! SLAP! CLINK!
"Mmmph! GLLLRK! My... Lord... HNNN!" Gorvasha groaned through the mouthful of him, her hips bucking upward instinctively.
The sensation of the cold, hard iron grinding against her overheated, sensitive slit was a delicious torture. She felt like a fallen goddess, a warrior reduced to a creature of pure, rhythmic friction.
The humiliation of using her own shackles to satisfy her lust was a heavy weight on her soul, but the pleasure was a tidal wave that washed all thought away.
Rex noticed the movement, his eyes flashing with dark amusement. "Using your chains already, Queenie!?"
"Is the great warrior so desperate that she has to fuck herself with iron just to keep up with me?" He didn’t slow down; he sped up, his thrusts becoming even more punishing, even as she worked the metal against her pussy.
PLAP! SCHLUCK! THWACK! CLINK! SQUISH!
The sound in the chamber was a chaotic, erotic symphony: the heavy, wet slapping of his cock in her throat, the metallic clinking of the chains, the frantic squelching of her juices, and her muffled, desperate cries of "My Lord!"
Cassandra watched the spectacle, her own body reacting to the sheer, raw power of the scene. She saw the bulge in Gorvasha’s neck move rhythmically, saw the Orc’s eyes roll back in a trance of shame and bliss, and felt a fresh wave of heat bloom in her own spent womb.
The queen was watching the orc be broken, and in doing so, she realized that even the strongest of them were nothing more than playthings in the hands of a man like Rex.
Rex felt the pressure building in his loins, a volcanic surge of seed that demanded release. His muscles coiled like steel springs, and his breathing turned into a series of deep, guttural grunts that vibrated through Gorvasha’s very skull.
"It’s coming!" he roared, his voice a tectonic rumble. "The flood is coming, QUEENNIIIEEEE! GAAAH!"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! SLOP! SCHLUCK!
He didn’t just increase the speed; he transcended it. His thrusts became a blur of dark, muscular friction.
To ensure she didn’t miss a single drop of his essence, he summoned his telekinetic power, wrapping an invisible, forceful grip around her head and jaw. He began to manipulate her skull, forcing her mouth to move in a frantic, rhythmic suction, jerking her head back and forth with violent, mechanical precision.
He was playing her like an instrument of pure lust.
SLOP! GLUCK! SCHLUCK! PLAP!
"Mmmph! GLLLLRRK! Mmm--mmph!" Gorvasha’s eyes were wide, her pupils blown so large they nearly swallowed the green of her irises.
The bulge in her neck was dancing, sliding up and down her throat as Rex’s cock hammered home with the force of a jackhammer. She was no longer a warrior; she was a vessel being filled to the absolute brink of its capacity.
Cassandra leaned forward, her hands clutching the edge of the stone slab, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and intense, voyeuristic arousal.
"He’s... he’s going to blow..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Look at her neck... it’s moving so fast... she’s going to burst!"
Then, it happened. Rex’s entire body stiffened, his back arching like a bow being drawn to its breaking point. freeweɓnovel.cøm
A primal, earth shattering roar tore from his throat as his climax hit. "RRRRRRAAAAAAGGHHHH!"
SPLAAAAAASH! SHLUCK! GURGLE!
SPLUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT~!
A massive, torrential eruption of hot, thick semen blasted into Gorvasha’s throat. It wasn’t a mere spurt; it was a high pressure deluge of white, viscous life force.
Because Rex held her head in a telekinetic vice, she couldn’t pull away, couldn’t even recoil from the sheer volume. Her throat expanded visibly, the bulge in her neck swelling to an impossible size as it struggled to accommodate the sudden influx of liquid.
"GLUCK! GURGLE! SPLUT!"
The volume was too much. Her mouth, her throat, her very anatomy reached its limit. As the pressure mounted, the semen began to overflow.
A thick, creamy stream of white erupted from the corners of her mouth, spraying across her chin and chest, while another jet burst from her nostrils, a humiliating and erotic sign of her total inundation. "SPLAT! SPLOSH!"
"Mmmph! GAAAAH! GLU GLU GLU!" Gorvasha’s throat worked frantically, her muscles convulsing in a desperate, rhythmic gulping motion.
She was trying to swallow the ocean, her throat bulging and retreating as she fought to gulp down every ounce of his divine seed. The sight was mesmerizing: the thick, white liquid overflowing her lips, the frantic, desperate movement of her neck, and the sheer, overwhelming power of Rex’s release.
Cassandra watched, breathless, as the Orc’s throat moved in a series of violent, liquid gulps. "She’s..."
"She’s actually trying to swallow it all..." Cassandra breathed, a stray tear of arousal rolling down her cheek. "Even as it spills from her nose... she’s gulping it down like a starving beast... HAAH!"
Rex held the telekinetic grip for several long, agonizing seconds, forcing the last of the pressure out of his loins, ensuring that Gorvasha felt every single pulse of his climax. When he finally released the mental grip, Gorvasha’s head slumped forward, her chin dripping with white, viscous cream, her breath coming in ragged, liquid gasps.
SLOP... SCHLUCK...
She lay there, her throat still twitching from the trauma of the volume, her eyes vacant and shimmering. She had been filled, overflowed, and utterly conquered by the sheer, unbridled masculinity of her Lord.
"Hahhh... hahhh... bleeerrggghhh..."
