Carla fell to her knees, her arms forcefully raised above her head by Mr. Valen's left hand, speaking to the difference in physical strength.
She raised her head in confusion at the man, her form squirming in faint arousal and when she saw him undo his strap, she understood what he soon commanded.
"Suck it!"
"No!" Carla responded immediately, a bitter feeling welling up in her chest as she scrunched her face at him, "Y-you don't have to do this... I don't want to do this-"
"I find your words amusing," Mr. Valen spoke as he retrieved his dick from his pants, his member already hardening in arousal. "You never seemed to care about that fact before."
"That's fucking different and you know it," Carla spat below him, looking away from his throbbing member. "The people I touched should be grateful I even looked upon them-"
"I grow tired of your chatter," Mr. Valen interrupted, his voice gravely as he leaned closer, "Begin!"
"You'll pay for this," Carla whispered, but her tone was hollow, lacking the fight it would normally have.
Mr. Valen simply stared, not caring for the little details, and his gaze seemed to frighten the woman before him, each second stretching into hours for Carla.
Though reluctant, she brought her head forward, her chest heaving to compensate for the increased rate at which her heart was beating.
With a tentative motion, she extended her delicate tongue, giving a brief lick to the head, her brows furrowing at the taste.
The feeling, though brief, was electrifying for Mr. Valen, sending a wave of pleasure through his spine.
'This...' Mr. Valen thought hesitantly, his breath heavy, his eyes glimmering with lust as he spoke with a bit of annoyance. "Is that all?"
'Fuck you!' Carla thought as she shot him a scornful glare, but she licked once more, this time exploring the contours of the head and the surrounding areas with hesitant strokes.
"You like that, don't you, freak?" she spoke with a frown, her eyes flashing faint purple as she unknowingly sampled a stand of his pre-cum.
"Keep going," Mr. Valen simply answered, his voice grim as he watched Carla work.
Seemingly grasping the technique, her tongue moved along his shaft in long, confident strokes, leaving trails of saliva in her wake.
At some point, Mr. Valen had let go of her hands, his eyes misty as he caressed her wet hair, watching the cold rainwater flow down the contours of her curves.
Her scrubs clung to her form, soaked from the downpour, the water washing off her saliva from his dick.
The persistent 'shhh' sound clouded the senses, but he could still trace the outline of her bra; the smell was earthy, the ground cold, but it mattered little to the two figures in the rain.
Carla seemed to lose herself in her task, licking him unrelentingly, like some kind of starved kitten, her fingers digging into his thighs.
The sensation of her devotion was unparalleled, creating ripples of ecstasy that coursed through his being.
Mr. Valen's gaze lingered on Carla's posture, a figure as alien as it was alluring. Her hand gripped his throbbing member for support, while her tongue licked every inch with a mixture of hesitance and curiosity.
He couldn't help but admire the sight of her, kneeling in the dirt before him. 'Does that mean she can take any form I desire?' Mr. Valen could not help but think, his curiosity nagging him for a brief moment.
"Slurp!" A sound, akin to a cat lapping at milk, slipped through the relentless downpour.
In this weeping forest, Carla attended to his cock for what felt like an eternity, her gaze locked on him, but as the minutes dragged on she withdrew, her hand stroking his member.
"How much longer?" She then asked, her eyes slightly pleading, but Mr. Valen's gaze remained unfeeling.
"If I were to grant us the entire day, would you refuse me?" He asked, taking a breath as he added. "I believe I instructed you to suck it."
"Tsk!" Carla flicked her tongue at those words, her gaze growing venomous, 'Should I just bite off his dick and run?' she thought, heavily debating the idea.
As though noting her body language, Mr. Valen suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, amplified by the cold water that flowed through his form.
He suddenly narrowed his eyes at Carla, his voice calm as he added, "Biting me is pointless; I'd just regenerate, but what about you? You'd make it how far exactly? A few meters, tired, weak, and hungry, with an enraged me tracking you."
Mr. Valen might have said this, but the very idea of it spooked him greatly; no man, no matter how disturbed, would want their dicks bitten off.
To his words, Carla remained quiet and opened her mouth after pondering for a moment, her lips trembling.
"Wider," Mr. Valen instructed with bated breath, watching as she fumbled with herself, his eyes narrowed to slits.
Carla Obliged soon after, her mouth opened wider to accommodate his throbbing member.
The sight was oddly intoxicating, (her lips parting to receive him) her feigned submission fueling his desire to ravage her.
But then.
"I told you we're fucking lost!"
A voice rang out in the distance, causing both Mr. Valen and Carla to narrow their eyes.