Araña leaned back, still admiring Agathon’s girth as she shook her long ebony strands to one side. “I thought so,” she said, grinning. “You claim yourself to be a noble hero, but I wonder, how many times have you visited the brothels to satisfy your lust?”<br/><br/>She parted her plush black lips, and then leaned forward and took the impressive organ into her mouth. His thick cock forced her lips apart further and filled her mouth. A peasant woman would have trouble fathoming even a third of Agathon, and the whore a king? Not even half. Araña, however, was trained explicitly by her mistress in the art of fellatio and the dark magics behind it. Just to give her captive a brief taste of her true abilities, she wormed her tongue out of her mouth, then slid forward further, forcing his cock down into the recesses of her throat without so much a gag.<br/><br/>Araña moaned into his shaft, then chuckled with a full mouth as she bobbed her head back and forth, each time his wide head dipping into the back of her throat. Her black lips were laced with a special poison that sent a tingle washing over his wet, slippery sensitive shaft.<br/><br/>Her goal was not to pleasure him, though her actions would bring him such. There was no tease or hint of sensuality as she methodically bobbed her head back and forth upon his cock. Every time she slid down on it, her cheeks flattened as she sucked greedily to his balls, wanting to draw forth his seed.<br/><br/>Araña settled back on her haunches, the black silk of her dress pooling behind her as she spread her legs. Aside from an occasional slurp or light purr, she blew him in silence. The volume of her breasts contained within the halter of her dress sat squarely beneath his balls, moving with equal pace to her upper body.<br/>