The mature virgin doesn't hesitate. Lowering her body further down, passing from the already kneeling posture in which she was, to actually being prostrated before N'Ïrk.
Verulkya heart rate spikes up with an unprecedented strength and vigour, beating so hard and fast that makes her massive breasts to visibly pulsate, without taking into account the additional motion provided by her labored ragged breath.
The female's panting is nigh exaggerated, yet, it diminishes severely when her mouth bites the leash's handle that is resting on the floor. Inhaling profoundly and exhaling slowly at her own lewd compliance, behaving like an obedient trained pet.
Rising her head, Veenna deposits the item on N'Ïrk's palm. Getting rewarded with a gentle but patronizing pat on her wavy black hair, a touch that comes along with a compliment.
"What a Good Girl you are Veenna. Open your mouth completely wide for me, you need to get accustomed to my taste, and enjoy my flavor too".
*Arf!*.
Verulkya barks happily and obeys, her plump glossy lips are separated, letting her long tongue completely exposed.
Expectancy and urgency evident on the female's gorgeous mature face. Her sexy elongated, sharp, slanted eyes are extremely expressive and bewitching due to the bright amber golden shade of her glowing irises.
This is an obvious attempt from her part, to deviate her sight and thoughts, not wanting to think in the eleven inches of hardened flesh that are hanging in front of her, hovering a few scarce centimeters away of the immaculated, totally smooth and stainless white greyish skin she possess on her mature face.
This continues until the obvious and awaited outcome happens.
N'Ïrk's manhood rest on Verulkya's face, another silent reminder. «I am above you».
The woman replies in kind, wordlessly, simply limiting herself to nod, smearing her pristine face with a few couple of droplets, sweat and cowper fluids released by N'Ïrk's glands, mixing their scents.
"I love the initiative, Veenna. Keep it that way". With the encouraging phrase of N'Ïrk, comes a harsh pull of the leash he is holding, the pelt magenta item is between the woman's legs, lifting from below, and being rubbed against Verulkya's damped wet, intimate folds.
In turn, the tugging, forces Verulkya's body back. Being constrained against the back of the chair.
The collar around her neck is tightening, cutting off the breath of the mature virgin, who stretches her back straight, correcting her kneeling posture as the thick veiny dick of N'Ïrk infiltrates the female's mouth.
With his length. It doesn't take much time before he reaches for the end of the female's warm mouth. Knocking the uvula with the tip of his manhood, and continuing forward with the perforation.
He pierces the unclaimed throat of Verulkya, she moistens her eyes, an obvious reaction, tears rapidly forming, ready to fall from Veenna's beautiful seductive eyes, gagging loudly, which causes her discomfort and panic.
She reacts fast, moving her hands, placing her palms on N'Ïrk's thighs, pushing out the young man, but to no avail whatsoever.
The plea for a slower approach is interpreted and taken into account by N'Ïrk. But he has other plans, discarding the petition almost right away.
"I didn't allow you to touch me, Veenna. If you want to grab something for support, hold the heels of your boots. And remember. Unless i say otherwise. While kneeling before me, you must have your hands always behind your back. Understood?".
Verulkya close her eyelids, tears escaping from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, as she is unaccustomed to the rough treatment, or to the discomfort of her mouth and throat being assaulted with seven inches of thick cock that is slowly invading a deeper and unexplored terrain.
N'Ïrk pushes his virility further down, eight inches delving into the woman's oral canal, hinting to his willing pet, the more than obvious goal he has in mind. Training her into the perfect cocksucking cleaning tool that will be able to engulf the entirety of his thick and hardened, length, without swaying an eye.
But at almost nine inches, he cannot slide more of his dick into the warm wet mouth of Verulkya, who is almost in the verge of puking if N'Ïrk continues testing his luck.
Obviously, he stops intruding into Veenna's throat, but keeps himself in the cozy shelter he has obtained, shaping it to accommodate his pride.
Nevertheless. When he was a year younger, or so. He met in a similar scenario, a stubborn young lady, who refused to give up on the contest between the two. All to prove N'Ïrk was wrong. Preferring to throw out her stomachs content, before forfeiting, which still ended up with her own defeat, on top of both of the youngsters, needing a nice long shower to clean the mess.
"Breath slowly through your nose, Veenna".
Verulkya's initial trepidation is quickly washed away with N'Ïrk's attentive yet oppressive voice. Following the instruction he gave, and saying a new. "Good Girl". That is accompanied with caring tugs and pulls on the leash, rubbing Veenna's soaked wet vagina, drenching a section of the item's surface, as well as several drops fall onto the floor.
An abrupt and powerful disturbance shakes violently The Nï'Vay. The unexpected alteration provokes the passengers to jolt across every deck of the Specs ship resort.
The couple is not the exception, causing N'Ïrk's veiny dick to forcefully impale the kneeling female's throat.
The mature virgin is trapped between her Owner and the back of the chair, having a difficult time breathing.
Her nose is obstructed against N'Ïrk's firm marked abs, her neck is tightly holded in place by the collar and the leash. Not to mention the virility of N'Ïrk is blocking her airway, as she accidentally slide her tongue under the young man's cock, reaching the ball sack where the testicles are basically resting on her chin.
The intense stimulation is too much for both sexual partners to hold back their climax.
Veenna burst into a nigh nymphomaniac scream that is muffled by the dick stuck in her windpipe. Squirting non stop streams of liquid like a broken dam.
N'Ïrk is much less impressive, unloading his viscous sperm right down Verulkya's hungry esophagus. Which slowly is reducing the size of his not so little brother, still filling the mouth of the female with a lot of semen.
Veenna doesn't need an instruction, drinking her Owner's seed.
An expected gesture, widely practiced by the Females of the Grüneder.
Though, this is a bit more relevant in the culture of Dhägna'Hür.
A simple but straight forward way to start or end a relationship.
If she spits, you are an acquittance or a friend at most.
If she swallows, congratulations with double thumbs up, and don't mess it up, as most women in Dhägna'Hür, since four decades ago or so, have become more or less toxic, depending on who asks and replies, as some are ok with the change, while others don't see it in a good way.
Which is partially understandable, as the ratio Men to Women got totally reversed, a direct consequence of the increasing spawn of Zones. Going from 16 Males per every 11 Females, to 4 Men per every group of 13 Women.
"Verulkya?". Asks N'Ïrk concerned, taking the collar from the woman's neck, seeing a purple bruise. Yet, the smile and ecstatic expression of the lightheaded female calms him slightly, rushing to his backpack and grabbing a couple of sticky patches and the incantation «Regenerarae» to accelerate Verulkya's natural healing.
"N'Ïrk. That was amazing!". The breathless state of Veenna doesn't conceal her lustful, teary, bloodshoted gaze.
She wants to do a lot more, but doesn't proceed, instead, she fixes up her attire, just like N'Ïrk, who is almost fully clothed.
*Ahem!*. "Young Man. I hope we can repeat this, encounter another time".
"Indeed. I hope it happens right after we know why we leave the «Limbus». Here, this is my personal frequency". Say the Young Man extending his smartwatch. Verulkya does the same, smiling like a schoolgirl who got a kiss from her crush, though she did a lot more.
"If you ever need me. Don't hesitate and call me. I will track you down if is necessary. Understood, Veenna?".
*Arf!*. Replies Verulkya with a cute sexy bark, leaving N'Ïrk's cabin, while the young man prepares to engage in combat, entering in a Space Zone. Because is the most highly likely outcome for The Nï'vay to be expelled from the «Limbus»…