My penis, robust to the point of being violent.
Sliding along the underside of its shaft repeatedly, she teased it with a *slurp-slurp* sound before kissing it with a *suck-suck* noise. Running her tongue tip up to the glans, she flicked it playfully and looked up at me. I couldn't help but twitch.
After moistening my grotesque member thoroughly, she tilted my erection slightly, adjusting the angle. She puckered her lips and slid it in, taking it into her mouth. Here we go.
My massive organ, likely exhausting to handle, was first taken in shallowly. She bobbed her head, stroking it with her lips, gradually deepening her intake.
Hidden in her mouth, my penis was constantly rubbed along its underside by her warm, rough tongue—a sensation I couldn't see but felt intensely. Not once did she graze it with her teeth.
She truly understands. In every action, she subtly gauges my reactions. She follows the PDCA cycle—plan, do, check, act—flawlessly. She's a master of her craft, her pride in her work evident.
This routine, too, was honed through countless PDCA cycles tailored to me. A custom experience. I enjoy being taken in bit by bit, and it leaves me deeply satisfied.
I've elevated her technique to this level. That small sense of pride adds a spice to the pleasure. I just stand there, still, yet it works.
Still, it was I who discovered her—a gem among the rough—in that crowd of mediocrity.
Soon, she began swallowing my throbbing, dark-red monster in one breath. *Huff-huff*—her rough breaths, accompanied by a warm, slick sensation, drew closer to my abdomen. It felt like being devoured by a snake, an eerie sense of forbidden pleasure racing up my spine.
Her face slid closer to my groin, slick and smooth. My heart raced in response.
As I watched intently, her forehead tapped my stomach.
She finally swallowed my massive member to its base.
So deep it was almost worrying. Yet, though she struggled to breathe, she didn't gag. Impressive.
Using only her lips, tongue, and throat's peristaltic movements, she began to stimulate me.
Her deepthroat—this is why she's my favorite. A technique unmatched.
My penis is too large; to fit it entirely inside a woman would risk breaking her. Still, it's not something I can do often, so I'm always left feeling incomplete. But her fellatio fills that void perfectly. Truly a master's touch.
Anal sex, for various reasons, is incredibly difficult. Almost no one can handle it. Deepthroat is also out of the question—forcing it would lead to suffocation.
That's why she's irreplaceable to me.
She began to move.
Her lips teased the base of my shaft while her tongue lapped at my scrotum. Using the root of her tongue, she grazed the underside of my penis, simultaneously gripping the ridge and glans with her throat.
Adding a rhythmic motion, it felt better than any woman's vagina. It was like electricity coursing through my lower body.
If my limbs were free, I'd gently stroke her head in appreciation.
After savoring her service for a while, I twitched my member slightly to signal my approaching climax—a courtesy to her.
She pulled back, letting my organ slip out with a *plop*.
Bubbly saliva dripped heavily.
A clear thread of precum stretched from the tip to her lips.
She wrapped her tongue around it, pressing my penis against her cheek. Her eyes, glazed with desire, met mine.
She continued stroking my member with her hands, face, and tongue, looking hungry. So lewd.
Especially the way her nasal cartilage rubbed against the underside—perfect. Her hot breath on my testicles, ticklish yet pleasant. Even her flushed, deep purple eyes, visible behind my grotesque penis, were captivating.
She showcased every act of service, carefully stroking my member to induce my finish. Her desire to submit to me was clear.
Guided by her, I unleashed my filthy fluid into the air, just before exploding.
The first shot hit her forehead, temple, and beautiful silver hair.
Then, the thick, white liquid poured over her face, coating it like a cream pie.
Meanwhile, she extended her long tongue, licking the underside of my glans, gently urging me to continue. I held nothing back.
They're forbidden from directly consuming Butcher's semen—neither through the upper nor lower mouth.
I realized this rule when I saw them punished by the guards whenever I ejaculated into their mouths. I don't know why. So, oral service is the norm. Timing with the lower mouth is likely too difficult.
Once, I accidentally ejaculated into her throat, and seeing her brutally beaten afterward, I started giving her a warning signal.
She quickly understood. In return, she developed various finishes I enjoy. This facial is my favorite—it makes me feel like I've dominated her entirely.
She's worked tirelessly to reach this level, observing my reactions and refining her technique. I, unable to speak, communicated as clearly as possible through my responses.
This is a conversation of membranes, an exchange of sensations. For me, trapped in this ugly flesh, the mutual understanding she provides through our acts is a solace like no other.
We're already connected on a deep spiritual level, supporting each other in this hell. It's just my imagination, but I'm certain of it.
As my ejaculation ended, she, her face covered in semen, returned to her oral service without wiping it off, her eyes dreamy.
Proud of her work's results, she reflected on her performance and prepared to refine her skills further with my monstrous member. We've never spoken, but I understand. Her dedication is admirable.
With semen sticking to her tongue, she quickened her movements.
I ejaculated twice more, mesmerized by her skill.
As her entire body became coated in sperm, the guard watching from the side intervened.
He grabbed her arm, pulling her away from me, and pushed her against the cell wall. She didn't resist, but looked displeased.
He unzipped his pants, exposing his pathetic member, and began raping her from behind.
The sound of flesh slapping and the guard's dirty voice filled the cell. He was probably insulting her.
Her ample breasts, drenched in my semen, jiggled as he thrust roughly from behind. With each movement, drops of my ejaculate splattered onto the floor.
This new guard, a hobgoblin, can't stand her exceptional service. He always interrupts like this.
Well, as a guard, he has his privileges, but this is my time to be served. It's irritating. He should wait.
Perfect work requires sustained focus. His interruptions affect her performance. That dim-witted hobgoblin doesn't get it. She looks frustrated too.
Humans and aliens—they're all the same. Idiots.
As frustration builds, I let out a loud, deep roar.
The cell shook.
The hobgoblin, still thrusting, laughed smugly.
Does he think he's stealing her from me? Such a low thought. Our relationship is artistic, elevating each other—something he'll never understand.
Throughout his antics, she kept looking at me.
She's annoyed her work is interrupted. Her gaze lingers, torn. I'm sure of it.
—That dimwit hobgoblin will be the first I destroy when I escape.
Lost in these thoughts, the guard suddenly threw her back toward me. She collapsed, confused. He said something to her, but I can't understand their language.
I've tried to learn it, but it's impossible. A completely foreign tongue. Without knowing the grammar or vocabulary, it's hopeless. I'd need someone to teach me from the start.
She crawled toward me on all fours, clung to me, and resumed sucking my member.
Is the hobgoblin done already? So quick. Just then, he stood behind her, lifted her ample hips, and began thrusting again.
I see—that's his preference.
Now, his ugly face is in full view. His protruding lower jaw, twisted and vulgar. Still, probably better than mine.
The thought disgusts me. Nauseating.
But… what a stupid face.
She couldn't focus on her work. Forced into an awkward position, she supported herself on my waist while swallowing my throbbing member.
Her face flushed, she continued serving me, breath ragged. But her usual elegance was missing. Being stimulated from behind likely distracted her. Half dazed at my groin, she began moaning softly.
Actually, this is the first time I've heard her moan. She's usually passive when the guards violate her. What's different now?
No, this is the first time I've seen an alien woman moan. Just like humans.
The hobgoblin, meanwhile, was ecstatic. Excited by her reaction… ah, he's about to climax. His body twitched with pleasure, his idiotic face deepening.
…Looking at him makes me furious. Is it facial repulsion?
I've never experienced her vagina.
With her incredible skills, I'm sure she'd provide even greater pleasure. I'm confident I could show her heaven too.
I've imagined it and held back for her sake, yet this dim-witted guard ruins my consideration, repeatedly taking her in front of me.