Kaito stared down at her, cock throbbing inches from her flushed lips.
"Suck it," he ordered again, voice thick with need.
Givelle's eyes flicked up to his—wide, pleading, shimmering with unshed tears. "Please… Kaito… don't make me—"
"Now."
Her shoulders slumped in defeat. With a small, broken sound she leaned forward, parted her lips, and took the head into her mouth.
The instant heat and wet velvet wrapped around him, Kaito's vision whited out and stars exploded behind his eyelids. Her tongue brushed the underside instinctively, soft and hesitant, and a groan tore out of his throat. Nothing in his life had ever felt this good.
"Take it deeper," he rasped.
She hesitated only a second before sliding further down, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to accommodate more. Her lips stretched tight around his girth.
"Bob your head. Like that—yes."
She moved slowly at first, awkward, unsure—lips gliding up and down the first few inches, tongue pressing flat against him. The mere sight alone was enough to make his balls tighten: the proud Demon Queen on her knees, her black gown still bunched at her waist, breasts spilling over the lowered neckline, servicing him like this.
But slow wasn't enough.
Kaito's hands shot to the sides of her head, fingers tangling in her silky dark hair. He gripped hard and pulled her forward, forcing her mouth down until her nose brushed his pelvis.
She gagged instantly—loud, wet, choking. Her throat convulsed around him, trying to reject the intrusion. Tears spilled over her lashes . But he didn't let up.
A demon queen couldn't die from this. He knew it. She knew it.
He started fucking her face in earnest—short, brutal thrusts that buried him to the hilt each time. Her gags turned rhythmic, sloppy, spit drooling from the corners of her stretched lips and dripping onto her chest. Her hands flew to his thighs, nails digging in, but she couldn't push him away. The collar made sure of that.
After a dozen punishing strokes he yanked himself free with a wet pop.
"Stand up," he panted.
Givelle rose unsteadily. Her face was a wreck—cheeks blotchy red, hair tangled and wild, eyes glassyy and streaming tears. Thick strands of saliva connected her swollen lips to the glistening head of his cock before snapping and falling. She coughed once, harshly, more spit bubbling out.
Kaito's cock twitched at the sight. She looked ruined. She looked perfect.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the massive obsidian throne at the far end of the chamber. He dropped into it, legs spread, and pointed at the floor between his knees.
"Keep sucking."
She sank back to her knees without protest this time and her mouth closed around him again. This time it was hotter, wetter, more desperate, she bobbed faster now, her hollowed cheeks working and her tongue swirling clumsily.
Kaito groaned, his head falling back against the throne as pleasure began to coil tight in his gut.
He was close—dangerously close—when a sharp knock echoed through the heavy double doors.
"Fuck," he hissed.
He loosened his grip on her hair for her to pull back.
Givelle coughed wetly, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then called out in a voice that only trembled a little. "Who is it?"
A muffled voice answered from the other side. "My Queen, the Council of Lords has arrived. They demand to meet the summoned hero at once."
Kaito smirked darkly. He fisted her hair again and shoved her back down mid-sentence.
She choked around him as she forced out the reply. "Tell—mmph—tell them to wait in the council chamber. I will join them shortly."
Another wet gag as he thrust deep.
"Yes, my Queen," the guard replied. Footsteps retreated. Silence returned.
Kaito didn't waste another second. He gripped her head with both hands and fucked her throat hard—fast, relentless. Her gags turned frantic, tears streaming freely, but she took it. She had no choice.
"I'm gonna cum," he growled. "Swallow every drop."
Two more brutal thrusts and he buried himself to the root. His hips jerked. Heat exploded through him, white-hot, overwhelming. Rope after thick rope shot straight down her throat. His first real orgasm with a woman, his first anything like this, and it hit like a freight train. He bucked against her face, groaning low and broken, emptying everything he had.
When the spasms finally slowed he pulled out with a slick sound.
Givelle coughed violently, doubling over. Cum spilled from her lips in thick, white strands, dripping down her chin, splattering across her heaving breasts, streaking the tops of her exposed cleavage. She retched once, more leaking out, painting her flushed skin.
Covered in tears, spit, semen, her face was a beautiful, conquered mess. Her hair was wild, eyes were red-rimmed, and her lips were swollen and glistening.
Kaito grinned, slow and vicious. He wished he had his phone. So he could take a picture to stare at forever.
But there were no phones in this world.
"Fine". He thought. He'd just have to put her in this exact state again. And again. And again.
"I'd clean up if I were you," he said. "I love you like this but the council might not approve."
Givelle lifted her head slowly. Hatred burned in her crimson eyes, pure, searing.
She raised a trembling hand and snapped her fingers.
The obsidian collar vanished from her throat in a shimmer of dark magic.
Kaito's stomach dropped. Alarm spiked through him and he braced, half-expecting her to lunge, to tear him apart now that the leash was gone.
But he saw the resigned look on her face remained and his brain quickly filled in the information for him, she hadn't gotten rid of it, she had merely concealed it.
He let out a small sigh and watched as she rose, turned on her heel, and disappeared through a side door, gown still bunched, cum still dripping down her chest, leaving him alone on the throne with his trousers around his ankles.