He tried everything in his power to prevent her from getting that precious reward she so hungrily sought out. He bit lips until it bled, but to no avail. He tried to picture her with a spider's maw and horrific pincers, but the reverberating warmth of her throat and mouth, the way her lips messily smeared saliva across his rigid cock, made it to no avail. He tried to imagine her tongue was a serpent's, forked and coarsed, and not the supple, coy thing that danced encouragingly just beneath the velvety, plump cockhead, but to no avail.<br/><br/>"No, no..." he breathlessly spoke, pleading with himself. Yet he had never been so hard in his life, hung like a horse she could feel every pulse of his pounding heart against her lips and curled tongue. How could she do this to him? She was a bitch-whore of a sorceress, he thought. He wanted to make her pay for doing this. He wanted to fuck her throat until she gagged and suffocated. He wanted to see the look in her eyes when he smacked her in the face wetly with his shaft. Yes, he'd cum all over her and make her regret her decisions... He growled out loudly as the thoughts of dark revenge and deviant sexual need betrayed his mind to his wants, and more sinister, to her.<br/><br/>"No --!" A strangled cry as she felt it jerk against her tongue as she successfully teased him beyond his control. Soon those thick, gooey strands of hot cum would lance out, to slide over that masterful tongue and fill her mouth, lest she chose to do otherwise with it.