Chapter 712: Plunging All The Way In

Feeling the pressure getting more and more unbearable, Sol slowly started moving and pushed deeper and deeper.

He rolled his hips in short, controlled thrusts, feeding more of his cock into her mouth on every downward bob. The wet heat of her stretched lips slid further along his shaft with each careful push.

"Ahhhhh! That’s perfectly it," he muttered, voice low and rough as he watched another inch disappear between her lips. "Take a little more. Don’t rush... just open for it."

Zeyra gagged softly the first time he brushed the entrance of her throat, a wet, choked sound vibrated straight up his length, but she didn’t pull off.

She adjusted her angle, forced herself to breathe steadily through her nose, and took the next thrust even deeper. Spit poured from the corners of her mouth in thicker streams. Her eyes watering but she persisted and he kept going.

"Good girl," Sol praised, his crimson eyes locked on the tears already gathering at her lashes. "Eyes up. Look at me while you take it."

Her watering eyes flicked up to his. The eye contact made his cock throb hard against her tongue. He kept the pace steady, pushing a fraction deeper every few strokes, letting her throat get used to the intrusion.

"Fuck... your mouth’s so hot," he groaned. "Spit all over it. Make it messier."

She did. More saliva spilled from the stretched corners of her lips with every bob. Her eyes watered harder, but she persisted, and he kept going... inch by inch claiming more of her mouth while filthy wet sounds filled the space under the ironwood canopy.

At one point he finally pushed all the way through.

His cock slid into the tight, convulsing heat of her throat in one continuous drive until his balls rested against her chin and the cute tip of her nose was pressed flush against the base of his cock.

The sudden, perfect constriction around the head was almost enough to finish him on the spot.

Her throat fluttered and clenched around him in pure reflex...wet, rhythmic spasms that milked the sensitive cockhead in waves.

"Shit—right there," Sol growled, both hands tightening in her dark hair as he held her locked against him. "Swallow around it. Let me feel that throat work."

Zeyra’s throat fluttered and clenched around him in pure reflex... wet, rhythmic spasms that milked the sensitive head in waves.

Zeyra couldn’t resist and gagged hard, the sound muffled and desperate around the thick intrusion.

Her eyes flew wide. Tears spilled over and tracked down her cheeks. Her entire body trembled with the effort of taking him so deep, throat working frantically around the obstruction, yet she still didn’t pull away.

Sol held her there for a long, deliberate moment, hips pressed flush to her face.

"Feel that?" he asked, voice strained and dark with pleasure as he ground the last fraction of an inch deeper. "That’s all of it. Every fucking inch in your throat. You’re doing so well... just a little longer."

He simply stood locked against her, enjoying every wet, rhythmic contraction of her throat, every frantic flutter of her heartbeat that he could feel pulsing around his cock, every small tremor that ran through her as she forced herself to stay exactly where he wanted her.

The heat was scorching. The tightness was almost vicious. The sight of her nose crushed against his base and her lips stretched obscenely around the root of him only made the pleasure stronger.

"Breathe more through your nose," he reminded her softly, even as he kept her pinned. "That’s it... good girl. Just like that."

Only when her hands started to push weakly at his thighs... small, trembling signals that she truly needed air... did he finally pull back.

After all, no matter how physically strong Zeyra was compared to a normal woman, she was still human.

Her throat could only take so much before the body’s demand for oxygen overrode everything else. Sol eased his cock free of the tight, convulsing heat with a wet, filthy sound, watching the thick strings of spit stretch between her swollen lips and his glistening shaft.

If it had been Veylara under him right now, he suspected the story would have been different.

The newly ascended Layer 5 Warchief had a body that had already endured far worse and come back stronger. He had the distinct feeling she could have kept him buried in her throat until he finished... could have taken the full length and the full load without needing to tap out for air.

Just the thought sent another heavy pulse through his cock, after all she was a respected Warchief and now a layer 5 sovereign, just imagining the scene of fucking her proud, cold mouth was enough to make his cock erect further.

He made up his mind to try it with her tonight, it’s just he wasn’t sure she would comply, after all she wasn’t love obsessed Zeyra. He thought as he looked down at the woman who was currently on her knees in front of him.

Zeyra dragged in a desperate, ragged breath the second her airway was free.

Thick, glistening strings of spit still connected her swollen, thoroughly abused lips to his glistening cock, stretching and trembling between them before slowly breaking. Her chin was shiny with mess.

Her dark eyes were glassy and watering, yet the hunger in them hadn’t dimmed in the slightest as she looked up at him while still trying to catch her breath.

"Are you okay?"

Now that the sudden, overwhelming urge to bury himself all the way down her throat had been satisfied, Sol came back to his senses. He looked down at the mess he had made of her... swollen lips, spit-slick chin, tears still shining on her cheeks... and the question left him in a rough, genuinely concerned voice.

Zeyra’s answer came out completely wrecked.

Anything for you," she rasped, the words hoarse and broken from the abuse her throat had just taken. She leaned in and dragged her tongue from the thick base of his cock all the way to the tip in one long, filthy, deliberate lick, dark eyes never leaving his. The wet trail she left behind glistened in the dappled light. "I’m fine... more than fine."