Chapter 143

Natalie felt like she was on fire, and there was more than one reason why.

First, there was the obvious. She had her own cock in her mouth. It didn’t matter that Ana was the one piloting her body. It was still her cock bulging her cheek outward, its sweaty scent filling her nostrils.

Adding to that, making the situation even more overwhelming, was that this was her first time being intimate with Ana. The dark-haired mage had always been a bit of an enigma, and not someone Natalie had grown especially close to—though maybe that unfamiliarity only made this more exciting. Because she would hardly deny attraction to the woman, for all that they didn’t know each other well.

Finally, adding to the sludge of arousal, was that this was Natalie’s first cock. As in, from the receiving end. She’d always preferred girls, and while she had been magically granted a weapon, she’d never played around with one besides her own. Much less another girl’s—which was, of course, even better.

Her first experience with girlcock. It was more than she could have hoped for. And maybe this was egotistical, but it was a thick, veiny, amazing girl cock on top of that. Having it pulse heat and twitch inside her mouth as she ran her tongue across it was mind-melting. The way it so easily filled her mouth, stuffing her cheek outward.

“For how reserved you were a second ago, you’re really getting into it,” Ana murmured, a smirk teasing the edges of her lips. She slipped a hand onto the back of Natalie’s head, into her hair, then pressed down, working Natalie deeper. “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a slut for your own cock?”

And there was that, too. The last factor turning Natalie into a puddle of hot arousal: Ana’s suddenly confident demeanor. How easily she had fallen into a dominant role. Why did that do so much for her? Usually, Natalie preferred the opposite.

“Or is it my cock you’re a slut for?” Ana asked. “I’d want an answer, but your mouth is full, and I don’t want to distract my toy.” She worked a second hand into Natalie’s hair, then pushed harder, working her cock toward the back of Natalie’s throat. “For that matter, I’m sure you can do better than this. Let’s see how much you can take.”

Timidity wouldn’t have made much sense on Ana, Natalie was slowly realizing—though any kind of complex thought was difficult. Seeing Ana reciprocate in any capacity was strange after so many weeks of stoicism from her. Strange, but more erotic for the fact. Getting to see Ana’s walls finally come down. Even if maybe Ana was doing it intentionally, making a show of dominating Natalie for Natalie’s own sake. Ana had all but said she wanted to make it better for her.

Intentional or not, honest reactions or not, it was working. And Natalie could tell Ana was being honest in some regard. The noises of pleasure made that much obvious. She liked the feeling of her cock in Natalie’s mouth.

And by how she was pushing Natalie, she wanted to go farther. To claim her throat and make it bulge outward.

Natalie could do that for her. Relenting to Ana’s pressure, she loosened her throat, relaxing as Ana urged her forward. The other girl’s thick cock brushed against the back of her throat, and Natalie fought the reflex to gag. Her arousal made it easier than she’d have expected, despite her lack of experience. She wanted Ana’s cock in her throat—her own cock in her throat—so badly that overriding other instincts wasn’t much of a struggle.

Her throat strained as Ana’s cock pushed into it. Ana was slow, but not gentle: she urged Natalie down with a firm pressure, pressing her hips forward to shove her cock in. When it finally slid down, popping into that restrictive tunnel, Natalie’s entire body flashed with heat. In her throat. Ana was inside her throat.

It was a lot, both literally and figuratively. Natalie’s cock was huge, and having it bend her throat outward was an intense experience. But the insane pressure, the way she gagged and struggled to make space, drove her wild with excitement. Her entire body pulsed with heat, her stomach squirming with so much arousal she felt like she might pass out.

Ana didn’t stop there, and neither did Natalie. The two of them worked together to have Ana’s cock sliding further and further, with Natalie wiggling her head and relaxing her throat muscles to make as much space as possible. Finally, Natalie buried her nose into Ana’s soft pubic skin, kissing Ana around the base of her cock.

Ana sighed in satisfaction, both hands on the back of Natalie’s head. Natalie looked up with watering eyes—then gagged, unable to help it. She had a lot of cock in her throat.

“Impressive,” Ana murmured. “You really are a natural. But I’m not done, so be a good girl and keep it up. You don’t need air that badly, right?”

Ana pulled her hips back, sliding thick eight inches from Natalie’s throat, then slapped back forward, violently shoving Natalie down. The sensation of cock emptying then stuffing her in such quick succession renewed the fire burning across her skin—and also made her gag, which Ana ignored.

The other girl worked into a rhythm, rocking her hips back and forth, bulging Natalie’s throat outward with each stroke. Natalie savored the sweaty taste of Ana’s cock—her own cock—and the way it made her bulge wherever it traveled, even as she choked and struggled to accommodate Ana’s eager motions. With a sort of ecstatic awe, Natalie placed one hand on her throat, feeling it distend with each thrust.