Page 53 of Darkest Desire

Phoebe stopped sucking for just a moment, though she kept on working his shaft with her hands.

“I don’t mind, Master,” she purred giving him a naughty little smile. “In fact, I want your cream. I want you to come in my mouth and shoot your cream down my throat.”

Her dirty talk seemed to be almost more than Sirex could bear. With a low growl, he twisted his hand in her hair and brought her mouth back to the head of his cock.

Phoebe sucked it eagerly, taking him as deep as she could, swirling her tongue around the broad head to get as much of his melted-chocolate precum as she could.

It didn’t take long after that for her mentor to start coming.

“Gods, baby—going to come now,” he rumbled, stroking her hair. “Going to shoot my cum in your hot little mouth!”

Phoebe moaned and sucked him even harder…and was rewarded a moment later by a gush of hot cream.

His cum tasted every bit as good as his precum had and she swallowed eagerly as he pumped it down her throat, just as he had promised. Spurt after spurt of melted chocolate—it was utterly delicious and Phoebe couldn’t get enough of it.

Luckily, there was a lot of it—so much so that Thruck actually remarked on it.

“My goodness—you are a big producer, aren’t you?” he said. Phoebe could see from the corner of her eye that he had opened his velvet breeches and was rubbing a cock that looked ludicrously small compared to the rest of his massive body.

Not that she cared—her Master was giving her what she needed and that was all she wanted to concentrate on at the moment.

At last Sirex finished coming. He groaned softly as Phoebe sucked gently on the broad head of his lower cock, making sure to get every last drop. Then she looked up at him.

“Thank you for giving me your cream, Master,” she purred, giving him another naughty smile. She was still feeling horny—though not as urgently as she had before. Still, it was nice to rest her head on his knee and look up to meet his eyes as she slowly twirled her tongue around the head of his cock—which for some reason, still hadn’t gotten soft, though he had pumped about a gallon of his cream down her throat.

“You’re a good girl, Phoebe.” Sirex couldn’t seem to stop watching her as she teased him. He stroked her hair gently as she continued to lap at the crown of his cock. “A very good girl.”

“Thank you, Master,” she murmured demurely and went back to her leisurely licking. How many times had she fantasized about submitting to him and sucking him this way? And now her fantasy was a reality—she didn’t want it to end.

Dinner was over at last, however and Sirex reached down to refasten his trousers. He got up from the cushion he was sitting on and then reached down to pull Phoebe out from under the table.

“That was quite a show you put on,” Thruck remarked, also rising from the two cushions he’d been sitting on. “I was much impressed by your female’s eagerness. I mean, the Sparkler is supposed to make a female thirsty for a male’s seed, but she really seemed to enjoy sucking you!”

“Yes, she did.” Sirex gave Phoebe a confused frown. “But what do you mean about ‘the Sparkler’ making her want seed? What’s that?”

“Why, it’s the special drink we brew here to give to our females,” Thruck explained. “It’s an aphrodisiac mixture made from locally sourced ingredients. It drives the females wild—makes them very sexually needy, you know.”

“It does?” The look of confusion on Sirex’s face was replaced by one of dismay. “You mean Phoebe drank this stuff—this Sparkler—and that’s why she was so eager to suck me off?” He looked at her. “Phoebe? Is this true?”

“It tastes like a mimosa,” Phoebe confessed. She made a face. “But I spilled some on me and now my breasts are all sticky.” She reached up to brush at her chest, forgetting this time about the non-con bracelets. A sharp shock in her fingertips reminded her and she yanked her hands away. “Ouch!”

Sirex turned back to Thruck, who was still watching them, his yellow eyes avid with interest.

“How long does this stuff last? An hour? Two?”

“One can of Sparkler will generally last the entire night—it’s why we give it to them at supper time,” the Trollox told him. “That way a female is thirsty for seed and needy to be bred all night long.”

“All night?” Sirex sounded dismayed.

“Yes—it’s long lasting because we use a special ingredient, you know.” Thruck leaned closer as though telling a secret. “I oversee the brewing myself—during the final stages we stir the concoction with The Lust Finger.”

“Is that right?” Sirex’s red-on-black eyes were suddenly sharp. “What is this ‘Lust Finger?’”

“Oh, it’s an ancient artifact that grants arousal and fertility,” Thruck told him. “It’s from the Emperor’s own private collection—very valuable because of its aphrodisiac qualities, you know.”

“I see.” Sirex looked back at Phoebe again. “So my female will be really eager for sex all night, then?”

“She’ll want it badly.” Thruck nodded. “So I hope you’re not too tired for another round,” he added, laughing that high, tittering laugh that Phoebe found so annoying.

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