Chapter 121: Throat Goat (18+)

Kanan watched as Omula eyed his cock with lust and a hint of fascination. He didn’t mind if she wanted to please him or if she simply wanted to drown out her nerves by focusing on something else.

There was a thought scratching at the back of his head, telling him that Omula was doing this to seduce him so they could become mates, and if that were the case, then it was whatever.

Kanan had no issues turning down her advances anyway.

"Mother told me that when she would get overwhelmed, she would do this to Father to focus on something else entirely. I wonder if it works."

Kanan didn’t know how he felt about learning such a fact. Facing Solan might be pretty awkward now.

Wrapping both hands around his shaft, Omula began to stroke Kanan’s cock. She felt his veins and the way it slightly twitched in her hands. Her eyes stayed focused on his shaft, never once turning away from it.

"Haaah~You’re so big and thick. I can’t even wrap my hand around this monster~" She had been wanting this for a while, but always second-guessed herself. But today was different. She wasn’t going to miss such an opportunity.

Omula began licking Kanan’s shaft, moaning as her tongue moved from the base of his cock to his tip. She tilted her head, licking at a different angle while briefly glancing at Kanan to gauge his reaction.

Seeing as he was simply smiling, she gripped his balls, smirking as she heard him groan from her attack.

"R-Really?"

Omula smirked. Moving lower, she licked his balls as an apology, painting them with her saliva before taking them into her mouth.

"Mmm~Slrpp~Mmmnnn~"

Kanan wasn’t going to deny how good he was feeling, and since it was Omula, he was extra turned on. He didn’t know whether it was the thrill of keeping her hanging or the way she eagerly wanted to please him, but watching her go down on him was extremely satisfying.

Once finished with his balls, Omula moved to the main prize, Kanan’s thick penis. Just eyeing it made her gulp. It was huge, larger up close than it was from afar when she would sometimes spy on Kanan during his breeding ceremonies.

Coiling her tongue around his shaft, she slowly invited it into her mouth, taking in as much as she could in increments. Trying to take it all in, she could feel her throat stretching, though the feeling made her pussy wetter and wetter.

’He’s hugeee~It’s stuffing my throat~’ Omula moaned as she began to suck.

Her movements were slow and methodical, yet it had Kanan tensing up, his hands gripping the bottom of the chair as his toes curled.

This wasn’t the first time a woman had sucked his dick, but for some reason, Omula’s mouth had him acting as if he had come multiple times already. His sensitivity was through the roof.

"W-What kind of magical mouth do you have?!"

"Hehe~Mmfrghh~Glrkk~Ffsshhlp~Gawk~Gulk~Slrp~" Now Omula began to suck eagerly, enjoying the sight of Kanan struggling to keep his composure. With one hand, she began masturbating, juices dripping onto the floor as saliva dripped down her chin.

She kept her pace to continue torturing Kanan. Though she wished to taste his cum, she wanted to keep watching him struggle to hold on. The sounds she made filled the room: lust, hunger, and longing expressed on Omula’s face.

"Dammit!" Kanan grabbed her head and pushed his cock even deeper.

With her throat completely stuffed, Omula could barely breathe, but she enjoyed every second of it. She choked on Kanan’s cock as it drilled her throat, yet her eyes stayed locked onto Kanan’s face.

He could see it, Omula loving the way he was using her. Her eyes told him to keep going, to keep fucking her mouth, and that she wanted more. She even kept using her tongue to show how much she loved this.

Soon, after foaming up Kanan’s dick with her saliva, Omula came hard, and as she did, her throat tensed up, causing Kanan to unload in her mouth. Semen gushed out and wouldn’t stop, yet Omula basked in it all.

She drank as much as she could, and when Kanan pulled out, she held her hands under her chin to catch all the semen that would drip onto the floor after getting her face painted white.

"Holy! What the hell was that?"

[When the host doesn’t engage in sexual activity for a while, your sensitivity increases.]

’Wait, really?’

[Affirmative. The host was told this before, but it seems the host has forgotten.]

’Clearly.’

[If the host doesn’t engage in sexual activity for certain periods of time, the host will turn into a sex starved beast and will attack any woman in sight, not stopping until the lust is quelled.]

’Seriously? This is because I’m the shaman, right?’

[Shaman and Nemean Blood. The two make the host’s condition special. A normal Shaman or Blood of Nemean would only have the sensitivity increase.]

’Fuck.’ Kanan wanted to refrain from having too much sex before his children were born, but it seems like he didn’t have that option.

"Guhh~K-Kanan, you nearly drowned me!" Omula was wiping all the cum off her face, licking her hands as she enjoyed the way it tasted.

A thing Kanan remembered was that, as the shaman, any and all sexual interactions were meant to please and pleasure both parties. This meant that a woman would always find his semen tasty, would have no gag reflex, and Kanan would have unlimited stamina.

"Sorry about that. I had lost myself."

"What? Sorry? Kanan, that was amazing! I want to do this again!"

"Really? Well, okay. I don’t mind."

"Hehe~Then let’s do this again right now." Omula hopped onto his lap, taking off her garments and pressing her bare, modest chest onto his own.

"Now? D-Don’t we have work to do? Like rebuilding and burying our dead, and–"

"Shhh. That can wait." Omula leaned close and whispered into Kanan’s ear. "I want you to put a baby in me."