The young woman's eyes left his - flickering down to his cock for a moment, trying to judge the length of it before darting back up to meet his downward gaze. Then she began to work forward upon him, bit by bit, suckle by suckle, taking him deeper and deeper over her tongue and into her mouth, until the end of him was prodding into the top of her throat. It made her gag a little, and she gasped for breath, eyes watery before she made a final push.<br/><br/>Her back still stung with the warning of what might come of displeasing him at the very least, and the memory of Brom's cruelties were large in her mind; if that was what the apple could do, who knew what might come from the tree?