I had sworn to myself that I would never fall for this again. Merlin had stripped that weakness out of me with her betrayal, left me hollow where trust should've been. And these… milky-girls… they weren't women. They were livestock. Cattle made to give milk, nothing more.
That's what I told myself. Over and over.
But then there was Beca.
Her voice, trembling, echoing inside me—"Don't give me to the goblins. Please… only you… only you…"
I clenched my jaw. The more I tried to shut it out, the louder it grew. Every repetition burned deeper, as if she'd carved the words into my skull. She wasn't Merlin. She wasn't scheming. She was just… afraid. Afraid of their ugly little hands, their foul faces. She would rather give herself to me than suffer that.
And now her mouth was on me.
Warm. Wet. Hesitant.
Her lips brushed the tip, leaving a trail of spit that cooled in the night air before she leaned again, sealing around me. Schlck… shlp… Obscene sounds filled the quiet room, each one magnified by the silence. My chest rose hard, my hands gripping the sheets so tightly the fabric threatened to tear.
She gagged lightly, pulling back, eyes watering. "M-Mooooh~…"
Gods. The sound of her. The way it rolled out of her throat, muffled by my flesh, vibrating against me—mmmmooohhh~. It was more intoxicating than the firelight, more real than the room itself.
Her tongue dragged over me again, hot and slick, coating me in spit as though her only thought was to worship me with every stroke. Llllck… schlrrrp… She swallowed her own drool noisily, yet pushed herself down again, desperate.
The weight of her breasts brushed my thigh as they swung, heavy and soft, pressing as if begging for attention. Her body wasn't like Merlin's—sharp, manipulative, poised to cut. No. This one was all softness, all curves, all heat. Fertility incarnate.
And she moaned again, louder this time. "Mmmmoooohhh~" Her voice cracked with need, shame, and something close to devotion.
I should have stopped her. Should've pulled her away before she destroyed the last barrier I had left. But every sound dragged me deeper—every sloppy slurp, every wet gag, every needy moo that spilled past her lips.
I felt her tongue flatten, pressing harder against me, circling my tip before plunging down again. Schhlkkk… glk… glkkk…
I let out a ragged breath, one hand trembling as it found her hair. Not pulling her, not forcing her—just holding. My fingers sank into her hair, and she shivered at the touch, moaning into me like the sound itself was for me alone.
"Only you… Arthur… only you…"
Her voice again, this time broken between gulps, but the words still carried. She repeated them like a litany, and each time they burrowed deeper.
Only me. Not the goblins. Not anyone else. Just me.
And as her throat worked around me, hot and desperate, I knew I was losing the battle I had sworn to fight.
Her mouth closed around me again.
Warmth. Wetness. The drag of her tongue. Shlrrrp… schlckk…
I gasped, chest tightening, and yet she only pressed deeper. She pulled back, spit glistening across her lips, then sank down again with even more force. Glkkk… schlrrrp… glkkk…
Again. Again.
Every time, the same movement—yet stronger, bolder, more desperate. As if with each thrust of her lips she was swearing herself to me. As if she wanted to prove with sheer devotion that she belonged only here, on her knees, wrapped around me.
Her horns brushed my thighs. Her hair clung to her face, damp with sweat and drool. And still she went down again.
"Mmmmoooohhh~… mmmmooohhh~…"
Her voice vibrated through me, every moo muffled by my flesh, every moan dripping with a need so raw it threatened to break me.
I told myself to stop her. To push her away. To remember what she was—cattle, nothing more. But the sounds wouldn't let me.
Shlrrrp… schlckk… glkkk… glkkk… slrrppp…
She pulled back, strings of saliva connecting her lips to me, and stared for a heartbeat. Her eyes were glassy, glazed with determination and fear, yet her lips trembled with hunger. Then she dove again, deeper, faster.
Again. And again.
Her devotion was in the repetition. She didn't pause, didn't falter. Each time she gagged, she only tried harder, forcing herself further down. Each time her throat squeezed around me, she moaned louder, as though my very weight was the answer to her prayers.
"Only you… Arthur… only you…"
She whispered it between gulps, then let it dissolve into another wet chorus of schlrrrp and glkkk. The more she repeated it, the less I could resist.
Her breasts swung heavily with every motion, brushing my thighs in rhythm, her body trembling yet obedient. Her hands clutched at my hips for balance, her nails pressing faintly into my skin, but her mouth never stopped.
Schlllk… schlrrrp… glkkk… glkkk… glkkk…
The rhythm devoured me. Her devotion devoured me. The wet sounds, the heat, the vibration of her moos—it all built into a crescendo I couldn't control.
I was no longer thinking of Merlin, of betrayal, of cattle and worth. There was only this girl, this body, this mouth—repeating, worshipping, giving herself to me with reckless need.
And I felt it rising, heavy, unstoppable.
Her lips sealed tighter around me, and the rhythm grew maddening.
Schlrrrp… schlckk… glkkk… glkkk…
I could feel her throat trembling, fighting, but refusing to give up. Each time she gagged, she moaned through it, the sound vibrating along my length—"mmmmoooohhh~"—and then she would sink deeper again.
Again. And again.
Every repetition carved itself into me. Wet heat swallowing me. Her tongue dragging, circling, milking me with desperate care. The more she repeated, the more I was pulled under.
Shlrrrp… glkkk… schlrrppp… glkkk…
Her hands clutched tighter to my thighs, nails pricking, her breasts swaying and brushing me in rhythm, heavy and damp with her sweat. Her whole body moved as if she were born for this one act, as if her world ended and began with every gulp of me.
And her eyes—glistening, pleading, shimmering with fear of goblins, but with devotion burning only for me.
"Arthur… only you… only you…" she whispered between licks, before taking me down again, drowning herself in the act.
The pressure built, unbearably tight. My chest ached from the pounding of my heart. My body trembled, my hands gripping the sheets hard enough to tear them.
Schlk… schlrrrp… glkkkkk… glkkkkk…
The wet chorus grew faster, messier. She gagged but pushed harder. She drooled but swallowed greedily. She moaned louder, the sound muffled around me, echoing in my core.
"Mmmmoooohhh~! Mmmmmoooohhh~!"
Her devotion was breaking me apart. Her repetition, her endless need—it left me with no choice.
"Beca… I—"
The words cut off as it hit.
A shudder ripped through me, my hips jerking forward as release surged. Hot pulses filled her mouth, and her eyes widened in shock, then fluttered closed as she swallowed.
Glkkk… gulp… gulp… gulp…
She drank it down, every drop, her throat working frantically, her hands gripping me as though to anchor herself. Saliva and seed spilled from the corners of her lips, running down her chin, but she didn't stop.
She licked her fingers clean, then leaned down again, lips pressing back around me—still warm, still devoted, still determined to keep sucking.
Schlrrrp… slrrppp… slrrrp…
I gasped, body still twitching from the climax, but she didn't care. She wanted to keep going, to worship even the aftershocks, as if afraid I might vanish if she let me go.
Her moans, her wet mouth, her persistence—it enchanted me, bound me, broke me all over again.
I couldn't look away. I couldn't breathe.
All I could do was let her devotion consume me.
I thought it was over. My chest was still heaving, my body shuddering with the last waves of release. But Beca… Beca didn't stop.
Her lips clung to me with the same fervor, sliding down again, her tongue pressing, swirling, insisting.
Schlrrrp… slrrppp… glkkkk…
"Ah—!" I jerked, almost hissing through my teeth. The sensitivity was unbearable, a searing edge that felt too much, too raw. I tried to pull back, but her hands held me in place, firm yet trembling, her nails digging into my thighs as if she feared I would push her away.
"Beca, w-wait—" My voice broke, but she moaned louder, muffled around me. "Mmmmoooohhh~"
Her moan vibrated through me, piercing into the nerves already aflame, and I nearly lost my breath. It was too much—too much heat, too much devotion, too much need.
She swallowed me again, slower now, savoring every inch, dragging her tongue along me like she was memorizing my shape. Each upward pull of her lips sent a shiver through my spine, each wet pop as she released me made my stomach clench, only for her to seal her mouth around me again and sink back down.
Slrrrp… slckk… schlrrppp… glkkk…
My muscles twitched violently, my hips bucking in reflex. Pain lanced through the oversensitive flesh, but it bled into a twisted kind of pleasure that made my vision blur.
"Beca—ahhh, I… I can't—"
But she didn't stop. She shook her head slightly, horns brushing against my thighs, as if saying no. As if saying this is mine now.
The devotion in her eyes terrified me, enchanted me. She looked up at me while choking down my length, tears streaking her cheeks from the strain, drool spilling down her chin, her throat convulsing—and still she moaned for me, still she clung to me, still she begged with every sound not to give her away.
"Mmmmoooohhh~… mmmmoooohhh~…"
Her sounds, her heat, her persistence—each repetition drilled into me, breaking me open all over again.
I couldn't fight it. My body betrayed me, twitching, throbbing, already beginning to build toward a second peak even though I thought I had nothing left to give.
And still, she sucked.
And still, she moaned.
And still, I couldn't look away.