She had been appropriately worried after she refused him. He thought it was much too late to be so sensible. She even had more to say, but lost it when she saw her fate spelled out in the undoing of his jeans. Controlling her was easy enough, and the only real resistance when he took her hair and leaned her forward, off two of the chair's legs, was to balance her. Still a fighter, she tried to make the best of the air in her lungs, but her gasp hit against his sensitive tip soon, so he could pop over her lips. He sighed with triumph when she gagged first. It was a beautiful, frog-like sound that was really a compliment. His jaw dropped when her tongue moved on him. He let her writhe however she wanted, it only added to his pleasure.<br/><br/>"You're right. This is a much better activity for your mouth. I'm glad you suggested it." he said and continued to feed her the length slowly. The head stopped once it pushed the back of her tongue down, and rubbed against the beginning of her throat, and one of the walls of that tunnel. Carefully he slid backwards, until he dislodged from her lips. Before she could close he stabbed into her again, straight to her swallow this time. He inhaled in reverence to the sensation of it. With two hands he grabbed her head and started bouncing the hulking member to where her throat stopped it.<br/><br/>He pushed harder, methodically trying angles to enter deeper into her. He found that letting her move further forward, straightening the angle of her head in relation to her neck, would give him a better path. Laius grunted when he fed her at a faster velocity, a dark joy filling him over punishing her unreasonable mouth, that had refused him so much. "Is this what you wanted instead of kissing?" he said with a mocking tone, words hurried for his building lust. "You're something of a whore, then, aren't you? I never knew."