The night pressed closer, every insect hum and rustle of leaf swallowed beneath the wet, obscene rhythm echoing between them. Selvara's head moved with precision, a slow drag forward, then a deeper pull back, each shift accompanied by thick, sticky sounds that filled the air like a perverse music.
Schlup… schlup… glllk… glrk…
Her gloves tightened on his thighs, knuckles whitening with the effort to keep her movements steady, controlled. Yet her throat betrayed her again, shivering with each intrusion. Spit coated her lips, slick trails running down her chin, strings glistening as she paused only long enough to drag her tongue along his length before plunging down once more.
Her lips sealed tight, cheeks hollowing with the effort, as if she sought to drain not only his strength but his very essence. The goblin's guttural groans grew louder, echoing against the trees, his hips jerking with a primal need that shook her steady rhythm.
"Fufufu…" she let slip between breaths, her laugh broken by the wetness in her mouth. "So noisy for… such a weak opponent…"
Another long, lewd suck followed, her throat convulsing audibly as she forced him deeper.
Ghhhk… glrrrk… shluuup…
Saliva spilled freely, dripping from her chin, splattering onto the mossy ground below in glistening droplets. She swallowed hard, again and again, but still the mess clung to her lips, smearing as her tongue lashed hungrily.
Her body trembled, thighs pressing together as though her own desire answered the rhythm of her mouth. Her thoughts whispered that this was training, discipline, refinement of skill. Yet the heat coiling in her stomach betrayed her every clinical word.
The goblin snarled, claws dragging along her scalp, tugging at golden strands. His body lurched forward, each thrust met with another glrk as Selvara refused to yield, refused to pull away.
Her eyes lifted briefly, pupils sharp and shimmering with veiled hunger.
"Mmm… combat indeed," she murmured, before plunging back down, the sounds of her mouth devouring him resuming with renewed intensity.
The forest itself seemed to still, watching, as though the night bore witness to this corrupted duel.
Her pace quickened, each motion harsher, wetter—no longer just control, but a deliberate assault with her mouth. The goblin's guttural growls pitched higher, his legs trembling under her grip. He was close—she could feel it in the twitch of his muscles, the way his body jerked against her lips.
Schluuup… glrk… glrk… shhhlllkkk…
Her throat worked furiously, swallowing down every inch he gave, her tongue coiling and pressing with practiced cruelty. Spit and precum mingled into a froth, strings clinging to her lips before breaking and sliding down her chin. Her jaw ached, yet she refused to relent.
"Fufufu… so fragile," she murmured in a breathless whisper, her voice dripping with both mockery and hidden warmth. "Come then… surrender."
The goblin's howl split the night. His hips bucked violently, forcing her head down in a final, shuddering thrust.
Ghhhlrk—gllrghhkkk—shhhlllpppp!
[Hot liquid erupted, flooding her mouth in thick pulses. Her throat convulsed as she gulped down one wave, then another, eyes fluttering as each swallow was loud and obscene in the silence of the forest. Still more spilled past her lips, trailing down her chin, dripping to her collarbone in sticky streaks.]
"Mmmnnnhhh… nghhh…"
She fought to drink it all, her body trembling as though each swallow fanned the fire hidden deep inside her. The mess clung to her tongue, thick and heavy, but she drank greedily, letting the last drops slide down her throat before finally pulling back with a wet, gasping breath.
Plpphhhkkk… sshhllk…
Her lips parted with a small, obscene pop, strands of saliva and seed stretching between her mouth and his softening length. She licked her lips slowly, collecting what lingered, before letting out a dark little laugh.
"Fufufu… weak… but satisfying."