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You Lack Discipline
- Writer's Note
I made a CYOA in the story section (WARNING: Super mad rapey). I suppose I'll post the relevant "page" here:
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Mercy - Oral Pleasure
What else? You bring your weapon to bare… close enough that he can smell it.
“Defiance has its price. Your lips…” you say, and he stares at it cross-eyed in bewilderment. You snicker. He looks up at you, and you raise your eyebrows. "If you beg for forgiveness, I may have mercy."
He turns the suggestion over in his head, and then, looking back down at your throbbing punishment stick, makes up his mind. "Aym..." he begins, but the second he parts his lips, you thrust yourself forward and manage to slip the tip in between them. Like a sword to the neck, you’ve won the spar.
"The enemy may attack at any time. An unguarded gate is no gate at all. How do you like my siege weapon? A battering ram is simple, yes, but it can be very effective."
He mumbles around the tip, and you feel him trying to close you out.
"Too late, you can't close your lips now... you can only... open up~" you say, in a sing-song voice, as you press your hips forward, slowly, but insistently. "Here comes dinner! Don't be fussy... eat it. I know it's a bit bigger than the noodles you're used to slurping on..." you say, and he doubles up his efforts to stop your forward progress. "You're stubborn, you know that? You're just making your mouth tight like a virgin should be..."
Hearing that, he looks up at you in anger. It’s true; you can feel his oral virginity slipping away as you slip further between his tight lips.
"Oh, what sweet, pouty lips. A shame they will become so raw..."
He again looks cross-eyed at the impossibly fat thing slipping between his lips, and you feel yourself release some precum that drips into his mouth as he stares at it. How embarrassing!
"Let's see how well you speak... around this," you say.
"Mmf... mmmf!" he tries to retort.
"Watch it close now, because I'm going to make it... disappear!"
“Mno!” he says, parting his lips ever-so-slightly wider to say it. He almost immediately tightens up his lips again, but it’s too late; in that small window, you slam your hips forward, and two or three inches slip between his defenses into his mouth… the result is that you are now, unmistakably in his mouth, and his lips are tight around the full thickness of your shaft.
"Uh-oh! Seems like your temper just got you a face full of wang**. I was rooting for you a second there. Oh well.
So long as I'm in your mouth, I suppose I should teach you a lesson about humility." You begin to move slightly in-and-out of his lips, and you shudder at the sensation. "Is this what they mean by 'pussy lips'? Close enough..." He tries to push the tip of it away with his tongue, crowded in his mouth, and the feeling makes you blush red and smile drunkenly. "Push it away with your tongue all you want; it's not going anywhere. No, I'm not finished with you yet."
He looks up at you in anger.
"That’s right. Look up at me while I take your mouth virginity."
He looks back down at it, and tries to say something. The vibrations make you moan.
"Seems I was right. Not much you can say with a mouth full of dick. Not that you aren't trying."
He continues to offer up an apology, or an excuse, or a threat, but can’t with your thing in his mouth.
"It's not like I can understand you. You know, because of the dick in your face. How'd that get there again? Oh, right, because you were mouthy. Insubordination doesn't taste very good, does it?"
He quiets up, and looks up at you again. You continue to move slowly in and out… enough that you’re starting to really feel it.
"It's shame. With that big mouth, you could have a real talent. But I'm guessing right now you're
regretting opening it up at all. Bet you wish you could put those lips back together and keep quiet now, don't you? You
look pretty silly with that thing in the way. You want to spit it out?"
He glares at you.
"Do you mind if I spit something out first?" He shakes his head. He’d agree to anything at this point. "No? Remember that."
You put your hand on his head, another on your breast, and continue to thrust, looking up with a faraway stare.
"Ah, yeah, that's the good stuff... little girly boys give the best head,” you say, and he harumphs his displeasure. You drop your nose to look at him. "I kind of like this conversation. Don't you?" *glare* "Alright, fine. You can say your apology now. Just hum a little tune and I'll know what you mean, and then you can spit me out and we can pretend this never happened."
He blushes, and stays quiet for a moment… and then hums an even tone. You nearly double over.
"Keep humming, yes... keep... mmm... mmmhm... ooh... oh... oh!"
You feel yourself building to a finish… and he seems to notice. Just as you’re nearing climax, he starts to pull away.
How should you handle this?
If you have Mercy, go to Corrupted Kiss.
If you have No Mercy, go to Long Noodle.
**common Chinese surname
- Artist's Note
More futa coming this week. Pun not intended. Also, he wrote a consensual story for another picture. I read it, it's cute.