Some Random Smut Collection(R18+)

Description: A traveler OC unlocks the secret sluttitude of the cold-hearted Shenhe – and fortunately for him, she's as deep an oral fanatic as he is. All that murderous energy needs to go somewhere, right?

Tags: male/female, choking, rimming, fellatio

"WIND BLADE!"

The loud reverberation of the traveller's voice echoed from the small clearing, the thuds, and rattles, of hilichurls crashing into the dirt, and their equipment clattering uselessly to the ground, echoing off the sky-reaching bamboo trunks dotted throughout. With a mini flourish, and a showy crick of his neck, the sword spun around his fingers, before vanishing in a flash of light. What remained of the hilichurl will to fight was broken, the stragglers turning and running off, their campsite now abandoned. The short-haired brunette just sighed to himself, stretching a little, eyes shut, arms high, his spine arching back in a confident, unquestioning display of his victory.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch?" Patricius finally trilled out, his moss green irises slowly revealing from the languidly opening lids. He didn't even try to look towards his observer, instead merely relaxing himself into an idle pose, letting what little of the soft breeze that managed to pierce the rocky Liyue cliffsides and bamboo greenery making the mousy blonde, unkempt locks shuffle provide his only movement.

"Yes. I felt that you could handle the fight alone, and I would merely be a nuisance, thus, I was observing to ensure there was no ambush." The calm, almost icy, tones washed over, a quiet thump sounding as the ghostly touch of a well-practised landing reached the gravel floor of the hilichurl encampment. "It would seem my initial assertion was largely correct." She chimed quickly after, her gaze passing over the one-sided carnage.

Pat finally deigned to turn himself around, a smirk playing on his lips, as he met eye-to-eye, mossy green peepers meeting perfectly with the freezing, icy blues of Shenhe. Her visage was as impeccable as always, a tight black bodysuit covering most of her form to provide easy movements in stressful environments, with long, draping turquoise appendages attached to her elbows and lower back. Her wide hips, thick thighs, dainty arms and full bodice combined to make the perfect hourglass shape, the skin-hugging clothing ensuring every inch of her taut, trained body was impossible to miss. The small diamonds of visible, pearly-white flesh on her hips and shoulders made the lack of direct vision all the more tantalizing, her stance seemingly both unknowing of her own beauty, and revelling in it, simultaneously.

Her snow-white hair cascaded down her features, framing the narrow eyes, before bunching into a long braid that easily reached to her motherly hips, tipping the silvery braids with a tinge of black. Her lips remained motionless on her face, blanked in frozen indifference to the world around her, at least, on the surface. The truncated, sleeveless qipao that hugged to her immodest breasts slightly heaved with each breath was perhaps the only sign of her body still carrying life. Which, perhaps, was lucky, with how rotund, and eye-catching the twin bosoms were. Even beneath the twin layer of skin-tight suit and more relaxed clothing, the size, and weight, of those twin tits was inescapable.

"So… you're saying I couldn't handle an ambush?" Pat teased, nary missing a beat, his playful smile just widening across his face as he already started to pace towards her.

"No, merely that-"

"That you wanted to follow." The traveller interjected before a single further word could utter from her lips.

Her brow furrowed slightly, "I…" She started, the gap between them closing to touching-distance.

"Lying doesn't look cute on you, Shenhe." The man trilled playfully, finally stopping as they came face-to-face.

"You seem to be mistaken. I'm not lying, nor attempting to be… cute."

There was a slight pause, Pat nodding in turn, "Mmmh. You succeed though." A single hand extended out, carefully cupping at her hips, his long, skilled fingers barely needing a few moments to press the smooth prints of his digits against the square of visible flesh. "Come on, I'm not stupid. You left your mountain training, just to make sure I wasn't ambushed by hilichurls?"

This time, a much longer silence rung out, the first signs of emotion breaking through the glacier façade as blazing tinges of crimson slowly blossomed across her cheeks. It was subtle, but the pale snow-white complexion made it all too obvious to the piercing emerald eyes examining her every feature like a hawk. Her chest rose, a deep inhale, gathering together her thoughts, before;

"I… Have heard rumours." Pat, for once, unwilling to interrupt this wondrously humiliating confession, just kept his fingers brushing across her silken thighs, waiting. "About you. And… And…" Another deep breath, her eyes focusing – what was once a subtle splash of red across her face, had finally bloomed to an embarrassed rose. "I miss your cock, Pa-… Daddy."

Without a single moment's hesitation, the moment the final word had crossed those plump pink lips, Patricius surged forwards, his arms wrapping tight around the woman, holding their bodies together tight, her breasts squishing to his toned chest, lips interlocking in a long, loving kiss. His eyes closed, hers followed suit, revelling in the passion of the moment, before breaking a minute later. "I know, I know. I just like hearing you say it. C'mon, I got a small camp, beautiful view, you'll love choking on my dick there." Again, no waiting around, his hand clasped around her wrist to tug her with him, his brazen, shameless confidence leaving the naturally secure woman feeling her chest somersaulting in joy.

The auburn wash the rays of the setting sun provided glistened off the rolling crash of frothing water at the base of the waterfall. The tall rocks and lush, yellow Liyue vegetation perfectly surrounded the small tent the traveller had set up before his little expedition, the soft, cool blues contrasting with the warmer oranges of the grass surrounding, the burnt sienna reflecting off the slowly flowing rivulet passing by matching to the glistening, damp greys of the rock structure. Picturesque, certainly. Even the late noon warmth seemed to want to make the moment as comfortable as possible, the calm air and tingling temperature seeming to have been blessed by Barbatos himself. Perhaps it was, knowing Patricius' inclinations.

The muted roil of bubbling water tumbling down the cliff face added a subtle backdrop to the wet sounds of Shenhe's plump lips slowly dragged up and down the meaty shaft of the traveller. He sat, back resting against one of the more levelled, featureless rocks near his tent, a long, plush blanket separating the pair from the touch of the dirt, his trousers discarded callously inside the awning, his thighs spread wide, hands behind his head. Shenhe herself was splayed across the throw, still fully dressed, one hand against her own cheek, elbow pressed against the floor to hoist herself just tall enough to reach her goal – her second hand firmly clasped around it's based to hold it steady. Those ice-cold eyes of hers were fully locked upon Pat's crotch, her attention undivided towards that dick, her nostrils slowly flaring open as she dug up and down a few inches. The wet squelches of her gooey, spit-filled adoration were quiet, but in the relative suspense of the otherwise abandoned clearing, it created a delightful symphony of love, the occasional little muffled moan ringing from her occupied throat to massage the dick-head she nursed.

With a long, languid tug, her head pulled upwards, lips dragging delayed behind her movement, tugging to form a slight 'ant-eater' of a look as they refused to just desert the delightful dessert they had been offered. Still, with a resounding wet 'pop', the now-glistening, spit-soaked mushroom was finally freed, the silver-haired girl turning to smile up. Feeling the stop, Pat's eyes blinked open, rasing a brow playfully;

"Done already, Shenhe?" He cooed out, one hand moving from behind his own skull, to her ear, brushing aside a few locks of long, snow-white hair, to let a few digits curl against the pale shell. His own lips couldn't resist matching her smile just as wide, the usually frigid faced woman did look cute when she relaxed – and if it was for the small price of indulging her with his sex, who was he to deny it?

She, however, shook her head, "No." A pause, again, Pat knew what thoughts were running through her eager little mind, but watching the 'emotionless', prideful girl bite it back… well, it was a hobby, if nothing else. "I… Cannot provide the… the torque… necessary."

"Necessary? Necessary for what?" He hummed down, his head tilting, feigning utter ignorance;

"For." Another pause, another vision of delight as her fair cheeks dusted a warm flush. "Just… I want you to fuck my face… Daddy."

"And just how, how, how, is anyone supposed to deny such a cute ask like that?" He did pause though, squinting, tilting his head the other way, "But, there are a few thin-"

Before he could even begin his statement, she blurted out; "I'll eat your ass, Daddy." For once, Pat was taken aback, but, not for long – in mere moments, his face cracked into a grin;

"Hah. Key to my heart, you have." With a playful, almost mocking, little pat on her cheek, he indicated her to shuffle from between his legs, moving himself to get onto all fours, before lowering his head down to the warm, fluffy surface of the blanket. His ass held high, waving those twin-cheeks from side to side, inviting her to get to it. A task she took no hesitation, rushing into position without a single care in her thoughts. Pat's eyes once again squeezed shut, letting the heat of the afternoon sun on his skin sink in, the soft caress of nature against his ears – and now, a plump pair of lips kissing at his hole.

Shenhe might have had to 'offer' the service, but her willingness, her enjoyment, was unquestionable. Long, dainty, pale fingers squeezed into the flesh of the traveller's rear end, slowly tugging the meaty, bubbly cheeks apart, letting that twitching, cute man-hole expose itself to the air. Her mouth leaned in, silken soft cheeks brushing besides the heated crack, velvet lips pursed up to lock against the wrinkled, dry hole. A lengthy, if chaste, peck. Well, chaste were it anywhere but a lover's asshole. Another kiss, slightly above, near the base of where a tail would sprout, then leaving a trail of smooches running down the crack, over the twitching, winking anus, along the puffed, bulging taint, and once onto each of his balls.

It made Pat smile every time, imagining how what few people had ever interacted with Shenhe had only met the mysterious woman in white, bound by red ropes – a human masked as an adeptus. Even on their first meeting, he had thought much the same. Yet, here, now, her lips hungrily pressed to his jewels, her mouth slowly lifting towards his backdoor. "Eat up, make every whore in Liyue harbour seem like an amateur." He teased, one of his own hands idly reaching backwards, gripping into the toned rear-end to expose himself all the more, flexing to twitch his pucker – "Tongue-punch my musky asshole, you beautiful degenerate." The woman, for all her icy charm, did find Pat's brand of teasing just right. Her natural instincts were a mess around the man, from tepid interest in the new, to a world of exploring sexual pleasure.

She surged forwards, her plump lips pressing to the dry, wrinkled pucker, soft pinkish kissers to the shrivelled beige – she pursed up, eyes shutting, her attention utterly, unquestioningly focused to its entirety on her task. Perhaps she may have asked to kiss the base of Patricius' dick via the whole shaft, but 'offering' to eat his anus as if it were a task she would be remiss was… inaccurate. At the least. Icy-blue eyes slowly opened, admiring the sight of Pat's body, before tugging back an inch, releasing her lock with a loud, echoing mwah. Hearing the happy mumble out front, she pressed forth once more, lips-to-ass, though, this time, the silver-haired maiden's tongue slithered free, parting her lips to let the slimy muscle press to. Each wink of the puckered sphincter drove her onwards, her slimy, sloppy, wet, oozing tongue finding it utterly mesmerizing how easily it could let such a beautiful asshole dance.

Shenhe had never had sex before meeting Patricius, being the only human on a sacred adepti mountain, her only interaction the fear of others. Even her own violent tendencies, her own drive to be efficient and forthright, had simply achieved to largely to push away such thoughts, from herself, and the invitations of others. Such it would be a surprise to anyone who knew her, to stumble upon the scene, her mouth tied tight around a man's star, the suction from her mouth dragging her lips away from her face, tongue lathering the hole ahead in enough spit to be audible from metres away. A rhythmic, practised pace as her muscle dragged, toyed, teased and enjoyed its snack – even without digging past the taut, shrivelled pucker of an entrance, enough to work and taste. Pat's head, his cheek to the ground, eyes still shut, had to wonder if she'd been practising since their last endeavours, she certainly seemed to have been looking forward to this reunion.

The woman's tongue kept up its languid cycle, just loving feeling the once-parched hole wriggling under her attentions, feeling the tip of her muscle brushing over the entrance, tasting his essence so purely. Her drooling maw certainly agreed with the notion, supplying more and more spit to match her hungry attentions, the sheer overflow of messy, bubbling drool spilled past the corners of her lips, the seal around Pat's anus not tight enough to withstand the deluge, pouring in gooey rivulets down his crack, and her face, pooling over his taint, and down her chin. The wet dribbles of her saliva slowly dripping down, at first muffled by the blanket, slowly growing in volume as a damp patch appeared. She couldn't help it, or stop herself, the damp squelches of her tongue dragging and flickering against the outside of that wrinkled, puckered hole rising in volume, matched only by the delighted, muffled moans from her vibrating throat.

By the time she finally broke the lock, it had been almost five minutes. Five minutes of non-stop ass-eating. Five minutes of sloppy, needy anus-cleaning. Five minutes of unending sloppy butt-munching. Her face was drenched in spit as she lifted, her chest heaving hard, half-gloved hands releasing the cheeks to take a moment, one palm to her breast. She couldn't stop herself from panting away, her head spinning-;

"Done already?" Came that eternally teasing tone from ahead, the aggressive, violent, competitive spirit flaring to the fore of Shenhe's mind. No word of reply, no calm speech – she didn't even pause to let the panting entirely quell. Her body surged forwards, her arms enveloping fully around the traveller's lithe waist, gloved hands wrapping double-fisted against the still spit-slicked cock-meat, the naked fingers prodding out the body-suit easily finding purchase along the turgid shaft. They swiftly found sensitive little glans, angry, throbbing veins – spots across that beautiful dick to tease and rub with her velvet soft, smooth fingertips, the squelching mess of spittle from earlier providing all the lube needed for the twin grip to slowly jerk that fat cock off. Simultaneously, her face pressed right back into the warm crack, the slurp of her drool-stained jaw meeting the saliva-soaked asshole making an organic Velcro-attachment sound.

Fitting, too, as this time, her lip-lock was tighter than before. Suckling with all her might, her tongue thrust inwards, digging past Pat's anus and pushing the pucker wide around the drool drenched muscle, sphincter clinging tight, clenching against the invader. Once she heard the elongated, and satisfied, groan from the bend-over man, it funded all the assertions she needed to continue. Her tongue swirled inwards, taking a slow corkscrew to the guts, dragging in careful, long cycles. Her ears perked up, checking for every noise, even the smallest squeaks, memorizing each and every one. The adeptus training was coming in useful, it seemed, noting the sensitive spots to tease and enjoy later, while still revelling in the newfound taste of that hole. She'd kissed his rear before, plenty of times, but, actual, full-deep rimming? New, and unexpected.

Patricius was certainly taken out of it, his fingers clenching into the blanket below, his eyes opening slightly to just roll into his head, mouth cracking ajar. Perhaps missed for the only occasion so far, no cocky little teasing comment was to follow – just relaxing, emptying his mind and enjoying the ass-worship to it's fullest. The tiny jolts running up his spine each time her tongue dragged somewhere new, the wet, oozing feeling of spit slowly being deposited in his hole. It was so… dripping. Quickly enough, he could hear the sheer quantity of spittle and drool being stuffed inside him, the drag of squelching, gooey, sticky saliva, constantly deposited, swished, mixed and blended. He could definitely feel it – the flowing excess baste of slobber building in his ass, rising, eventually cresting out to bubble from the wrinkling pucker and overflow, across Shenhe's mouth. Those were the only pauses he got, the white-haired beauty tugging back, refilling her lungs with air, and wrapping her mouth over a wider area, tongue scooping any seeping mess of her own drool, and stuffing it back inside – the instrument hastily following suit.

The noisy, echoing squelches ringing free each time her tongue rammed deep inside that willing, quivering asshole were finally drowned out, however, by an ecstatic, extended, dragging groan of pleasure – a deep happy moan that finally matched the endless cacophony of moist, spit-filled love. Shenhe noticed instantly, her appendage unknowing what it was doing, yet, seeking to repeat the stimulus, coiling the muscle into a slight inverted arch, and prodding, stabbing and even flicking. The slimy muscle had found the prostate, each flicker, each thrust, each spine-tingling thought-rending punch followed by another, and another. Waves upon wave of pleasure surging from her efforts, the prolonged deep-diving tongue forming a backup of spit and slobber. It drooled from the corners of her mouth, pooling at the base of the jaw, and dripping down her face.

When she was finally forced to pull back, bereft of air, the sheer quantity of gathered slaver flooded out like a tidal surge, the wet splutters of a half-choking throat, the pale face turning to the side to hoarsely grab a breath of fresh air into her beleaguered lungs. Patricius, ever swift, had already turned himself over, escaping the touch of her hands across his prick, his rear making a wet, moist, oozing squelch as it touched the floor, the overflowing saliva from his guts creating a lovely swamp between his cheeks, and now the blanket. One hand moved to his turgid meat, the 'poor' erect shaft looking almost pained with how much blood was rushing in.

"Hah… Fucking hell, Shenhe…" He panted out, the brazen nature of such a delightful rimming knocking the air clean from his lungs. "I can still feel your spit sloshing in my guts. Didn't know your tongue was so fucking good at prostate punching, might need to drag you around full time." The silver-haired woman, in lieu of a response, just let her breath fully catch, before shuffling down the mat. She rose from her laid out pose, instead kneeling, spreading her knees a good metre apart, her hands moved to the middle of her bodysuit, fingers gripping into the taut black fabric:

Riiiiiiiiip

In one motion, a huge tear was formed in the centre of the bodice, tugged apart just as easily, twin breasts flopping free, the nature of their release causing each of the big chest-balloons to shake and wobble in opposition for a few moments, before they came to rest. Each one was gorgeous – wonderfully rounded, silky-smooth pale flesh, inch-wide pink areolae centred with a perky nipple, already standing to attention. Without a word, her hands moved to either side of her tits, palms pressing against the outer edges and shoving inwards, the weighty masses easily squashing up together, a perfect line forming down the centre of the cleavage. Buxom, motherly, huge – plenty of ways to describe the woman's mammaries, but subtle? Never.

Just above the wonderful display of held-together cleavage, her head tilted upwards, those piercing, ice-blue, murderous eyes dilated in need, looking right at Pat with a hungry, starving fervour, nostrils flaring wide to drag the scent-drenched air into her lungs. Shenhe's mouth was agape, pink, puffy lips spread, moist with drool, caked with drying spit, tongue flopping out and laying a flat runway. Patricius could see inside that maw, watching the drops of gooey spit slowly dripping down from the cavern's roof to the waiting red carpet. No words needed to be said, nothing further asked – how, after all, could anyone try to bargain with such a wondrous, silent request?

Pat's hands moved in, palms resting each on the silvery locks of hair, digits stroking over the long, silky-smooth waterfalls of white, shimmering in the evening light. His cock was easy enough to aim – the sheer turgid mass swinging towards the open, eager target, feeling the heavy, heated breeze of Shenhe's exhales. Those freezing pupils quickly drifted from contact with the traveller's to watching the dick, the heaving, naked breast idly lifting and falling, measured, long, deep breaths to fully ready herself. He could look at that face for days, plump lips, needy gaze. She was a marvel, that was for sure, and luckily for her, he had something far more appealing than just looking. He edged his hips forwards, observing with amused pleasure how her eyes lost focus in mere moments, the second her slimy, hungry tongue made contact with the heated tip of his cock. His own heart racing, pulse accelerating to a pitched fervour, watching her cheeks flush. His fingers clenched, tightening their grip upon her skull, using his strength to fully hold the head in place;

"Ready?" He cooed down;

Her eyes flickered, needing a moment to readjust, before turning up to meet his gaze. Her body was quivering, her tits wobbling slightly as her lungs dragged up a deep, full breath. She was gorgeous, especially with the head of a dick in her lips, the shaft trailing out a good few inches, puffy, perky kissers already forming a seal. As if reading his mind, her tongue slithered up, stroking along the slit, lapping up whatever slimy pre-cum he'd managed to produce already. She was so needy, and she was shamelessly showing it off. Her hands, seeking a distraction, elected to reach for her chest, palms flat against the pink areolae, fingers sinking into the doughy masses of breast-meat, before starting to idly massage them. With how big her tits were, even with the twin hands covering them, there was plenty to see, the pert nipples each eliciting a soft groan as the palms swirled over them – the resulting vibrations travelling up her throat, along her tongue, and through her lips, adding a slight vibration to the suckling.

"Ghhhk-!"

The loud gag spread across the clearing like lightning, wet, noisy half-coughs and retches as in a single move, Patricius' hips were flush against Shenhe's face, balls grinding on her chin, crotch plugging her nostrils. Powerful as the traveller was, unending in his might – but resisting a sight so gorgeous as that was not on his agenda. He had wanted to tease a little longer, see those needy ice-blue eyes beg, but with her fat tits being toyed with, and her sloppy mouth waiting left him little willpower to delay. His hands tugged hard, forcing her to stay right up to his base, cock forcefully buried to the base, no movement at first. Just the supple feeling of slobber coating his dick, the heated breath, the retches, the gags, the vibrations running from tip to foundation. Her eyes were rolling back, her throat desperately trying to clear the sudden blockage, engaging every gag-reflex, every choking response, every squeeze and undulation the muscles could manage. All such efforts truly resulted in, however, was pleasuring the prick inside. Spasming, muscles sliding against the meat, massaging and rubbing each inch.

Pat's hips couldn't resist, after about twenty seconds of feeling the building spittle gathering at the head, the gags plateau, and dip; he started to rut his dick a half-inch back and forth. Never enough to fully escape her throat, or clear the blockage, just enough to constantly aggravate the nerves inside, make that gagging and spluttering grow and start anew. The slight movement was enough to release the dam – the ocean of slobber building in the greedy maw rushed like a tsunami from the tiniest gaps, surging into the slick maw, surrounding the prick in a sea of gooey, warm spit. The gaps at the corner of her maw were totally insufficient, the trickles turned to rivulets of slimy, glistening slobber. When the backed up tidal wave couldn't escape her mouth, instead, it found the only open hole, splattering out her nostrils in a shotgun blast of snotty spittle, hitting Pat's crotch as he ruthlessly kept his dick-head teasing and torturing her retching throat.

By the two-minute mark, Pat finally tugged back, the awaiting torrent of slaver needing no better excuse – as the cock withdrew, a deluge of spit followed, splattering down Shenhe's chin, a waterfall splashing her naked, buxom tits, soaking into what unripped bodysuit was still on her. Her eyes were watering, a few tears managing to form a stream at the dip around her nose to meet the ring of slobber around her used mouth. Her jaw remained slack for a few moments, hoarse, needy inhales dragging full breaths into her lungs, before devolving into panting, desperately suckling air in as her gaze lingered on that dick. It was a marvel, every inch of white dick coated with a glistening, viscous, thick slime, the still connected strands leading from the bulbous head to the puffy lips, snapping one by one as the face-fuck stopped. Veins studded the length pulsing happily, nuts clenched upwards, the excess drool applied to the shaft starting to create droplets which then fully dripped from it.

"H-ha… Fuck… y'wa-" Patricius started, at least somewhat concerned with how blown-out the usually dignified oral-addict was looking. Shenhe, however, was not in a mood to justify anything. Before the man could even start the question, never mind finish, she already gave her answer. Her body launched forwards, mouth open, impaling her own throat upon that cock in a feverish lust for more. The sounds were as sublime as her appearance, the echoing coughs, the wet gags, the slimy chokes – a joyous choir of discomfort and need, each ringing squelch joined by a tightening of the sloppy throat around the buried prick, squeezing the head of it until it was milked. Pat got the message immediately. His hands wrapped firmly against her head, this time angling towards the back for full grip, digits digging into the locks of hair, curling under the skull towards the neck. Strong leverage, tight clasp, hips tugging in retreat, and…

Thwp, thwp, thwp, thwp.

The loud sounds of hips smashing to face, nuts clapping on chin, the wet squelch of slobber-soaked, wrinkled nuts hitting the smooth, spit-stained chin echoing around the clearing. No mercy, no waiting, just brutal, unending, constant, throat-torturing jackhammering. With his arms dragging Shenhe's head back, and his hips thrusting his cock forwards, he was almost thrusting at a 200 beat per minute rate. A cacophony of muffled squeals, slimy gags and weighty claps. The silver-haired woman was loving every moment, her hands fully digging into her breasts, fingers wrapping around the perky nipples, tugging and twisting them as her ice-cold eyes rolled into her skull. Each time her supple fingers gripped at the udders, shocks of joy ran through her spine, combining with the deep adoration for the stretch her throat was feeling. The liquid pouring from her lips added a nice lubricant to her tit-play.

Patricius was enjoying it no less, her mouth was divine. Warm, humid, wet, a thrashing, loving tongue tickling and teasing the glans of his shaft, an undulating, vibrating throat around his head, squeezing it in the sloppy embrace. The suction, too, was blissfully intense – every inch of skin coating that rock hard, vein-studded shaft was being hoovered, all that breath training from the adepti tutelage was paying off. Though, perhaps, not in the manner her tutors were expecting – though, with how skilled her technique had become so rapidly, maybe it was their intent after all. She certainly surprised him with how good that rimming tongue of hers was, and now, slamming repeatedly into her throat like an expensive, self-lubricating fleshlight only to hear the muffled squeals of joy from below.

Each thrust of the traveller's dick elicited new noises to add to the lewd choir – whether grunts of joy from Pat himself, the suppressed gurgles from a filled in throat being cock-punched, the wet, sticky sounds of spit-slick ball sack smacking repeatedly over three times a second. A mix of the clap of flesh to chin, and the Velcro sounds of overly viscous slime sealing the nuts to Shenhe's jaw for a millisecond, before being forcefully peeled as Patricius' hips tugged backwards to ready another brutal strike a third of a second later. Hoarse gagging had long turned into retching coughs, the most disgusting, vile, inhuman sounds echoing from the throat, a mix of discomforted muscles vibrating and squeezing pleasurably around the man's prick. The vacuum of spittle dragged from her mouth allowed the proceedings to be accompanied by fluid popping and slushing noises, echoing around the small clearing over and over. Tears welled up in ice-cold eyes – her usual murderous gaze lifting into her skull, as weeping rivulets of salty excess poured down the inroad of her sculpted nose and puffed out cheeks. Her lips seemed to have been locked outwards, the rim of her maw dragging out a good half-inch from the jaw, desperately trying to hold onto the dick repeatedly, unrelentingly ramming into her face.

Without any warning, Pat suddenly tugged his cock fully free, fingers clenching tight into the locks of silver hair to forcefully, painfully tug her hair back, watching the arching splatter of gooey, wet, slimy slobber fire in the air. Between the tears, snot, and run-off drooling from her nostrils and maw, there was plenty of replacement to add to the film of glistening liquids painting her face. The excess from the slut-mask escaping down to slather her rounded, fat bosom, the hands – having long since lost the commands from the woman's frazzled brain – instead were just holding her breasts from either opposite side, pushing them together, forming a beautiful cleavage for the slimy goo to puddle against. It had been almost ten minutes of animalistic, seemingly-eternal face-brutalization, Shenhe finally suckling air into her lungs, thoughts light, eyes readjusting. Her jaw remained wide open, tongue flopped out, her neck loose enough that her head tilted slightly from side to side – breezy, bubbly, happy.

Despite being covered in her own slaver, drooling out of nigh every orifice on her upper body – the huge smile printed across her face, grinning happily from ear to ear, eyes practically displaying little pink hearts instead of pupils. If anyone were to see her like this, she'd happily murder them without a second thought, but with that slime soaked dick sitting inches from her mouth, each inch of turgid meat in all its glory…

From on high, Pat just panted down, feeling his legs quivering from exertion, his twitching prick primed and on edge; "Beg for it." He growled out, panting himself, as he prepared for the finale;

"Gh… hh… I need your cum, Daddy."

"More."

"Douse me in sperm, j-just, spray me with your babies, I want to be Daddy's cum-dump, please… Please, I missed your dick so much, I want to feel it cover me in jizz." Her voice was so hoarse from the throat fucking, still carrying that overly officious tone of a woman so separated from the outside world. So delightfully innocent, yet so devilishly slutty. It succeeded unequivocally – a sudden rush of energy flooded Pat as a second wind rushed through him. Without missing a beat, his eyes dragged from the intoxicating display of Shenhe's debauchery to quickly scan around, finding his goal and leaning down to tug up the length of red-rope that she had discarded before they'd begun their fuck-fest. The woman was not so cock drunk to not raise an eyebrow in confusion, but as her gaze divested, lingering back on the glistening erect meat inches from her needy lips – they both knew full well she would be willing in totality.

An evil smirk spread across the traveller's face, "It's meant to stop murderous intent, right?" He gestured with the rope, spinning it lazily between his fingers;

"Yes, Daddy."

"Hah. Wouldn't it be so ironic, then…" He paused, squatting down to her knelt level, the length of crimson, braided cord snaked around her pristine, snow-white neck, "Deep breath." There was a single chance for Shenhe to back out, she knew what was coming, no words stated, and no need for it. Her consent was given in full as her nostrils flared open, mouth wide, sucking every bit of air into those already tortured lungs to ready herself. Ice-blue eyes staring right into emerald pupils, Patricius rising to his full height, that slobber-soaked dick pointing at her face once more. "Then grab on tight, and keep stroking. Hope you're nice and fast, 'cus I ain't letting go until my cock says you've done good."

She gave a quick nod, shuffling in, arching her body to make sure there was a good view of her face, and tits, stained with sex, dripping with saliva, the less thick spots already drying into a shameful, humiliating slut-mask, the more oozing spots still wobbling slightly like the puddles of slick slime they were. Even when not held together, the woman's magnificent bosom was a sight to behold, such fat, motherly breasts, the turgid, perky nipples just begging to get tortured for hours. Her hair was a mess, too, the constant grip of fingers had loosened the well-braided weaves and left the flowing waves of silver locks as a soiled, unkempt chaos. Her harsh facial features hidden wonderfully as the deluge of hair covered the angled edges to leave the softer look of pure sultriness staring upwards.

Pat gave those hands a head-start, patiently awaiting the twin palms to meet his prick, soft, supple mitts wrapping around the shaft, the left near the head, the right near the base. Manicured nails showing over the top as her digits pressed into the rock-hard cock. With the sheer volume of slobber coating it, lube was not an issue, and unlike her earlier handjob, she didn't have to start slow. Indeed, after a few careful rubs up and down, dainty fingers eventually had to converge, double-fisting that dick to provide the necessary squeeze, and pressure, necessary to start fully pumping the gigantic length of mammoth fuck-meat. Her attention couldn't be entirely divided towards her task, her vision staring up at Pat as he grinned at her; needing to use her tactile senses, and her novel intimate knowledge of his genitals to bring him towards his orgasm.

"And in-"

It was the only warning she'd receive, and the only warning needed. Within seconds of sucking the last breath in, the lasso around her neck suddenly tightened into a vice grip, the coarse, rugged touch of naked rope squeezing taut to flesh, pulling into the throat and fully collapsing the airway. The chafing surface ground slightly back and forth as the traveller tried to hold the twin ends of crimson cord as rigid and stretched as possible, the loop collapsing around the supple nape. Shenhe's hands quivered for a moment, pausing as the sudden rush of adrenaline hit, her reflexes demanding she halt the choking immediately, using every ounce of willpower to instead keep her hands and arms working. At first, it was just the burning pain of rope around her neck, the pinkish red rash starting to form around the rope's ingress, her fists picking up pace as she kept eye contact.

Long, slow, loving strokes swiftly turned to aggressive, quicker, panicked movements. The first signs of lack of oxygen starting to hit her as the onrush of energy poured in, her body attempting to fight off the assailant, her brain channelling the efforts directly into the dick ahead. Such beautiful, plush fingers, the delicate touch of feminine digits, the skilled, dextrous proficiency of a trained fighter. Her eyes started to bulge a little, the pupils starting to lose focus as the spreading numbness started to set in. Unable to force down the reflex, her mouth started to open, trying, and failing, to drag air into the lungs, just making rasping attempts. Tears re-welled into her eyes, starting to dribble down her cheeks. It was agonizing, painful, and so enthralling. She'd never been so vulnerable in her life – and yet, she loved it. All the power, control, everything wasn't in her hands, just a fat, slimy cock to beat desperately. This was submission.

Pat, watching every movement with glee, yet, his eagle gaze carefully monitoring her condition. His knuckles whitened as he gripped into the choker's handles, his eyes rolling back as he felt that orgasm fast approaching, hands dragging over his cock, the sounds of Shenhe's choking below. He could feel those eager eyes giving everything to him. He could feel the pain he inflicted. The pleasure he wrought. He could see her body trying to reject the lack of oxygen, he could see her submissive sight using it's last efforts to match his own. Her only movements, rejecting her own safety to maximize his pleasure.

"Gh-GHHH!"

The loud growl of his orgasm rang out, his hands tightening the grip to a painful crescendo, watching the blood-shot, air-deprived face – usually so crisp and pale, now inflamed and bright pink. His hips pushed forwards, humping into her palms as he felt the onrush of semen spurt out, the first shot catapulting out hard enough to fully clear her head, arching so tall, it seemed to float a moment in the air, crashing down to meet the second splatter of jizz across her face in a double-splatter. A huge, slimy, white 'V' painted across her face. It didn't remain too long, however, before more and more cum deluged forth, a tidal wave of pent-up love, his balls having almost an hour of non-stop tongue-worship to prepare the load of his life.

His hands relaxed by the fourth spurt, the sudden opening of air forcing Shenhe's mouth open to suck that beautiful air into her lungs, the next few spurts of semen directly hitting her tongue. Her mouth held open, looking up with a blissed out look of pure ecstasy, letting the last few splats of seed crash into her mouth. It was the perfect finish to the crusty mess of spittle coating her – a thick layer of gooey, wet, slimy cum. The sheer excess of sperm-laden liquid forming jelly-like clumps across her skin, her hands, once finished stroking that tube of fuck-meat empty, ensuring it was milked to perfection, moved to her face, scooping thick handfuls of creamy goodness off, and applying it to her tits, spreading her legs fully to allow the view of her soaked crotch to be displayed.

Patricius, having finally released, collapsed onto his ass, grinning as wide as he ever had, panting heavily as he dragged air into his beleaguered lungs;

"F-fuck… fucking…" A gulp as he looked over the woman; "S-sorry, if… I went too… too hard." He groaned out, having to lean back onto his arms, head pointed skyward as he pulled air in.

The silver-haired, semen-stained slut just giggled, having to take a good half minute of merely sucking oxygen down to quell the burning sensations of being choked half to unconsciousness. "Don't… Daddy… phew… I loved… loved it." She finally managed to trill out, before collapsing onto her back, laying out flat, chest, and tits heaving. Letting all the liquid across her face and breasts slowly trickle along her skin. "Even with my fingers…" She paused, gesturing to her oozing crotch, "Never that… that much… many."

Pat nodded, his smirk returning, glancing around at the dark clearing, the sun finally having fully crested below the horizon to leave them in the relative dark of early evening; "So, how about I start a fire, cook us some dinner, and we get to round two?" He chuckled, flashing a wink, before, contrary to his statement, instead crawling up next to the woman. He was tired enough, even his bravado had to take a back seat for the time being – not that either was fooled into believing come morning they would be getting right back to it. For now, though, they both accepted the soft interlude, Patricius electing to cuddle his face against her chest, and hugging around her thighs. Just sharing body heat for a few moments into the encroaching chill of night. Twin chests heaving, their thoughts empty, wisped away to bask in the total post-orgasmic bliss.