<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Hazeel would hold her until he got some sort of answer, but it seemed Irelia was hellbent on being a frustrating little wench. He looked left and right towards the blue magic that began to surround the room, and he shoved Irelia further down onto the floor while she muttered something about knowing his place. Oh yeah... he knew his place for a while. Back home, he had always minded his manners around those who were lighter and more rich than he was. But now, being treated like dirt and without answers was only angering the man more. He watched the magic grow lighter and he closed his eyes, waiting for some pain or even a hint of a forceful attack, but it all fizzled out. The whisper came again. It must have helped. Whoever these whispers were, they were giving him more answers than Irelia. He wrenched Irelia's head off of the floor and smacked her across the cheek hard enough to leave a red hand print.<br/><br/>"Shut up," Hazeel snarled as he wrenched her dress down, baring her tits before him. Barely a handful, much more disappointing than his wife's. Irelia would probably be a boring lay, but the whispers were already showing their power more than Irelia was. He kept hold of her hair while his other hand smacked her breasts, twisting her nipples and leaving red hand prints on the pale white flesh. He raised his hips and moved to his knees so that he could undo the sash that held his pants up. The cloth fell down to his knees and his pride flung forward, standing proudly in the air. A massive black scepter, 12 inches in length with a fat width, Hazeel wrenched Irelia to her knees while he stood up. His shadow eclipsed her own body, his large thigh muscles throbbing with power and a threat that this could be way worse if she kept being a haughty little bitch. He pressed the head of his dick against her lips while his other hand tested her jaw, finding the muscle that helped keep her jaw closed. He pressed down on it, forcing her to open her mouth so that he could jam his dick into her throat.<br/><br/>With no regard for what she wished or any more annoying words coming from her, Hazeel shoved his dick into Irelia's throat, smothering her head against his pelvis until his mess of pubic hair brushed against her face. He choked her for a full minute before pulling out. "Be happy I'm getting you ready..." Hazeel merely muttered as he smacked the fat head of his dick against her cheek a few times before he pressed it back against her lips. Finding her still fighting him, he pressed down on the muscles in her jaw so that he could shove his dick into her mouth again. His hips formed a slow rhythm, fucking the back of her throat slowly while the rest of his dick imprinted itself on her taste buds. His wife was always the best at giving head, and Irelia seemed entirely inexperienced. If it would get Lillith back... he would fuck her until night fell.<br/><br/><strong>Pleasure roll: 1d20 = 8</strong></span>