Sci-Fi RP Negotiating the Way of Space Elven Connections

As she managed to turn herself to him, her mouth hanging open, sge saw her masters cock hanging in front of her, it feeling ingrained to her brain, her body even if it wasn't real. His tips pulsed, sticky with seed, her blood, abd her nectar in a aroma that was...a depraved primal ambrosia. He pushed his tip in her mouth.
 
She opened her mouth as wide as she could immediately, her tongue sliding up and down him as she began to take as much as she could fit into her mouth, her eyes glazing over as the addictive nature of his scent began to sweep over her, the mixture of his natural smell combining with his seed and her fluids into that dreamlike ambrosia that made her unable to resist.
 
As Mala'Konzo began to test her limits, he'd find his fingers sinking into her hair with ease, her long curls creating fantastic handholds even as he'd find his tip locking into her throat with his cock only two thirds of the way inside, her jaw tensing as he pushed her to her limits.
 
"Nnamahh" Was all the sound she could make as he manipulated her head, dragging her up and down on his pole, his own size working against him as her mouth just could not take him all the way, her body not designed for such a large entrant.
 
She began to choke as his precum pooled in her mouth, right on the top of her throat, her eyes bulging out as the airflow was cut off, her hands moving to his thighs to fruitlessly push against him, struggling helplessly against his gip on her hair as he began to drown her in his cum.
 
As he let her drag her head back, she hacked and coughed up the seed he'd dumped into her mouth, hunching over and basically vomiting it out over herself as her oxygen starved brain tried to just clear her airways, allowing her to gasp down as much as she could, her chest heaving up and down with each breath, underneath the layer of his cum that lay there.
 
She gagged as what was left on her tongue fouled her taste buds, before looking up at him with narrowed eyes, his pheromones and other control breaking temporarily "Fuck you, you... rapist asshole... You're no Diplomat, your just a brute..."
 
The poor woman squealed as he grabbed and pulled her hair, dragging her up from the kneeling position she'd been in, her legs scrabbling for purchase before he used his strength to pull her up off the ground, dangling her by her thick, curly locks as she made more sounds of pain.
 
She began to scream, fear emptying her lungs as she felt him move down to her neck, her legs kicking at him even as she tried to pry his fingers out of her hair, tears falling down her cheeks at the pain she felt whilst he continued to dangle her for his own amusement.
 

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