((Hey Necro, not sure if you're even still around, but I've had a week of hell, here. Feel like I should post.))<br/><br/>Dax could not speak, but the expression on her face would tell volumes. She could breathe, barely. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her entire body would jerk, spasming, but otherwise held completely immobile. As she saw the tendril jut forward from her face, her eyes went wide. Nothing had ever done this to her before, ever. Nothing. He was pushing limits beyond limits. He was driving her.<br/><br/>She was not done yet.<br/><br/>And then, suddenly, she fell, hitting the floor on her hands and knees, coughing and gagging at his feet. Her tiny, toned body shuddered as her eyes glazed over. Warm. So, so, warm. Burning. Blazing. Heat. She shook her head, trying to clear it, but it was like she had been drugged. Her senses flared, her skin tingling. Looking up at the warlock, she gravitated instantly to his rigid member, placed so strategically in front of her. That was so unfair. Squirming as she crawled towards him, she stood, slowly, until his cockhead was just beneath her chin. Her right hand moved to squeeze the base, the other sliding down to knead his balls between her fingers. If Deathwing himself had landed outside the cottage, she wouldn't have cared. She needed his cock, and his cum, now. Now, now, now. Her lips parted, and she dove in, without hesitation, burying his member all the way into the back of her throat...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>