352 Defiling Ilkaalt Part 1, R-18 (2/2)
And as her tongue held and licked the bottom of Konrad's shaft, Ilkaalt kissed the tip, and with her two dutiful hands, jerked the cock at an increasingly faster pace.
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However, although its temperature rose and veins pulsed across its girth, it showed no sign of release. And seeing the silent disappointment within Konrad's gaze, Ilkaalt took things to the next level, opened her mouth, and let his engorged cock slide past her tongue to dive into her throat.
*SLURP*
As Konrad's shaft glided into the damp canal, a loud slurping sound echoed. Alas, Ilkaalt's lack of training showed up as she failed to take all the rod in.
”Good effort. Let me help you.”
Konrad offered to the gagging Ilkaalt, and before she could voice or grimace a reply, he grabbed either side of her head to force his cock down her throat in one brisk motion, unwittingly making her kiss the base of his shaft.
*GUH*
As she gagged harder on Konrad's rod and struggled to take in air through her nostrils, Ilkaalt's eyes widened in a mixture of fright and stupor. Alas, he was only getting started and without consideration for her well-being, pulled her back to the tip of his shaft before again slamming it in with barbaric crudeness.
*Slurp!* *Slurp!* *Slurp!*
At first, the moves were brutish but slow. However, as the thrusts carried on, Konrad's speed shot up, and before she could process it all, he was ruthlessly fucking Ilkaalt's throat while her eyes rolled back and her nostrils desperately sought breathing space.
*Slurp!!* *Slurp!!* *Slurp!!*
And while he abused her mouth and throat, Ilkaalt's hands gripped and clenched tighter on Konrad's thighs, and if not for his indestructible flesh, her nails would have long since dug blood.
*Slurp!!!* *Slurp!!!* *Slurp!!!*
Harder and faster, Konrad went, recklessly indulging in Ilkaalt's throat while flicking his tongue across his lips. Meanwhile, his cock tensed with the impending release, and with one last hip move, he impaled himself to the hilt, releasing waves of copious spunk down Ilkaalt's throat.
With a push, Konrad shoved her off his rod and wasn't startled to see the soil beneath her drenched in her juice.
Devoid of strength, she dropped on the ground. And seeing her own obvious indulgent in the abuse, shame and humiliation churned her insides, but she dared not rebel.
Konrad beckoned, and unable to disobey, Ilkaalt rose to her feet and teetered as she stepped toward him. Without warning, he grabbed hold of her collar and tore the upper half of her dress in shreds, revealing her massive breasts that bounced free in a *boing* sound.
And before she could make sense of Konrad's move, he took her by the waist, tossed her onto his right shoulder, and turned toward Else, who now played chess with Astarte.
”Zamira will soon have the khan levy all the clans to dispatch a ten million man strong army into the mountain range in the name of cleansing it of eldritch forces.
Keep them trapped while I take care of this one.”
Konrad ordered before vanishing from the two's sights to land before the fifth mountain's cavern where he'd first met Ilkaalt. In silence, he dragged her into it, and though trembling from the uncertainty of what awaited her inside, she still dared not struggle.
Instead of using his extreme speed to cross it, Konrad stepped into the cave with slow, measured step, making sure fear, apprehension, and the concealed, shameful anticipation Ilkaalt desperately suppressed all swept and oppressed her body from the inside.
Once they reached the cavern's deepest point, Konrad tossed her onto the ground, and let his black cloak drop as he moved onto her with a predatory glint.