Circe couldn’t understand what was so impressive about the man in black standing before her. She had - in her time - seduced and used gods. Yet this man, his masculinity was so much more. His strange armor was as black as the void, and clung to him tightly, seemingly emphasising every curve and bulge of his athletic body.
And talking of bulge, his armor left nothing to the imagination. A huge bulge was between his legs, and a thick tube was pressed against his left thigh. Gods, she couldn’t turn away, it was… it must be 12 inches when soft. She bit her lip, thinking about how big it would be when hard, and how it would taste and feel inside her mouth.
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Felicia’s fingers danced over the keyboard as she entered another name for the Master PC to display its profile. Winston Fisk. Her and the Kingpin had history, and it would be sweet revenge to make him suffer...
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“That’s right. Flash is here now.” Flash spoke with a confidence that he didn’t have moments ago. Just before he had saw his entire group taken down by the sorceress. And yet now somehow, he knew he had the upper-hand. And it wasn’t just that Circe had stopped to stand before him with a dopey look on her face. “So Circe, what will it take for you to change all my men back again and surrender.”
She knew above everything what she wanted. “My Lord, please… may I suck your cock?”
Flash laughed. “So you go down on me, then go down?”
Circe didn’t quite get the meaning of his words, but knew the gist. “Yes, please. Anything. Just… let me suck you.”
“Ditch the top, slut. Let me see those jugs of yours.”
Her hands glided up and over the top of her robe, pulling it over her shoulders and letting it fall.
“Arms up, hands behind your head.”
She complied, the pose making her chest stab forwards. She couldn’t help but smile as she felt his eyes taking her in. She knew she had a good body, and that he would be pleased.
“Not bad, but a man-hating little slut like you should have bigger tits? Don’t you think? So that everyone can see that now you’re not a frigid little tease, but a fuck-doll available for any man to use.”
Circe nodded. “Yes, My Lord.”
“Then do it you dumb cunt.”
Circe cast a spell and her tits grew, huge round globes packed onto a slender torso. “Like this Sir?”
Flash laughed at the sight before him. Circe was now looked like a bimbo. The enemy of men now nothing more than a walking Barbie-doll. Fuck she was hot.
His costume parted away from his cock and balls, as he sneered at the transformed magic user standing on display before him.
“Is this what you want?”
She looked down. His strong tower, straight and thick, pointing up from a thatch of wiry golden hair. Gods, it was magnificent… so beautiful. Thick veins ran up it’s expansive length, and its end was a swollen crown. She couldn’t take her eyes off it as it softly jerked.
“On your knees whore.”
She slowly fell to her knees, her legs spread, her full round ass resting on her heels. Her cunny tickled as the cool air danced on its wet lips. His black form was like a shadow on a wall cast from a light source too close. He seemed much larger than he should - a giant of a man, making her feel so small.
“Tell me what you are”
“I’m a dumb little fuck doll. My huge titties let any many know that they can use me. Any way they want… pound my hot cunt, fill my tight ass, or fuck my massive udders.” she giggled “... or feed my hungry cocksucking mouth.”
She scooped down her newly enlarged boobs mashing against his legs as she grasped the base of this mighty meat sword with one hand. Immediately she was overwhelmed by his scent. A strong, pungent odor. But despite her wanting to turn away, she couldn’t. Her body wanted this, she wanted it too. She breathed in his masculine scent and it was glorious… She brushed her cheek against his shaft, acting on a primal urge to wear his scent. His pre-cum smeared across her cheek, and her body gave an involuntary shudder. She closed her eyes and moaned, her lips brushing his thick mushroom like head. His scent was so strong here, she could taste it on the back of her throat, its presence making her mouth pool water.
She bowed her head and licked at his lowest hanging ball, lifting it with her tongue to feel its weight as she tasted the salty bitterness of his sweat. She curled her tongue around his ball, letting it sway and run against it as she bathed his skin in her saliva, her tongue scooping up his delicious masculine taste. She closed her eyes as she moved to his other ball, taking it all inside her mouth, sucking and caressing it carefully with her tongue. She felt him shift his weight as he breathed out slowly and her body briefly tensed again, its epicenter between her legs. Her cunt was screaming for attention. She took several rapid, half-breaths before her body returned to normal.
Nodding she flicked her tongue over its base, selecting a vein and slowly following it up his mighty rod. He sighed as her wet tongue reached its full head. Holding the base firmly, she ran her tongue over the deep ridge, pressing it down into his piss-slit. Her body sang as she tasted him. It was his seed, mixed with sweat and urine and it was delicious. Eagerly her tongue lapped at the source.
Her eyes widened as she opened her jaw, letting the bulbous head push past her lips and into her mouth. It rubbed against the back of her tongue and as she breathed in through her nose, his musk was harsh against the back of her throat. His manliness was invading her, conquering her, overwhelming her. And she put up no resistance. No, she welcomed it. Her body wanted it so bad to fuel the tidal wave forming in her cunt and belly, and her mind wanted it just as much, She wanted him to become part of her. A column of her drool slowly rolled down her chin as she swirled her tongue in circles against the underside of his cock, concentrating on the hollow below its smooth helmet.
Pressing her head forward, she took more of his length inside her, letting the tip press into the soft wetness at the back of her throat. She felt the urge to gag, and her breathing became erratic gasps and coughs. Each expulsion resulted in spittle escaping, some spraying onto his shaft, but the majority pooling around her lips and dribbling down her chin..
Her head bobbed forwards and backwards, the sexy sorceress forcing his invader deep into her throat each time, Her nose pressed against his wiry forest of hair, Her chin, slick with her own drool and spit, pressing against his heavy balls. Each downward thrust of her head making her quietly choke, and each retreat making a soft “slurp” sound. Her lips covered in spit and bubbles.
“Ah, Ah, Ah,” she made muffled squeals of excitement with each forward thrust, and Flash couldn’t help but think how cute they were. The dreaded Circe - enemy of men - not only on her knees taking his cock like a pro but squeaking like a mouse. His hand grabbed at her hair as the other slapped her face sharply.
The slap triggered her orgasm, and she stopped bobbing as a huge wave crashed over her. A electric heat stifling her, making her muscles tense then release. She wasn’t aware of Flash pumping her head up and down his shaft. She wasn’t aware of anything except the throbbing purple overwhelming her vision as her body jerked and jerked and jerked. She was eagerly swallowing his seed before she even registered that he had cum, gulping each release down instinctively, the hot, thick soup sliding down her throat into her stomach.