Perfecting Brina's Throat Vacuum
—Thank you for compensating for the tightness of my insufficient throat pussy, Master♥♥
First, let's savor Brina's throat pussy a little more thickly and intensely. Squeeze—
“Glurk♥ Gek...!♥ Guhuk?!♥♥”
“It felt a bit bland since it couldn't squeeze all the way past your throat. So I'll just squeeze it for you. Right?”
—Thank you for compensating for the tightness of my insufficient throat pussy, Master♥♥
Even as he choked her throat for the absurd reason that her throat lacked tightness, this onahole was genuinely grateful—apologizing for her throat pussy's shortcomings and thanking him for squeezing it in her place.
“Ah, haha! If you get it, then squeeze properly!”
At this point, the sheer ridiculousness hit him, and with a mix of exasperation and amusement, Han Yeoul gripped Brina's throat tight with one hand while seizing her head with the other, pistoning it up and down.
“Oghhek♥ Keheuk!♥ Glurk...♥ Ok!♥ Keheuk—♥♥”
“Doing fake gags like some onahole? Who knows if that expression means your throat's getting wrecked in agony or ecstasy!”
—I'm so happy♥ I'm thrilled to be Master's onahole throat pussy♥♥♥
Squelch— Squish— Squelch—!
Every time his glans prodded her throat depths, faint air bubbles burst from the slick throat pussy walls with wet pops. He wanted to suck out even that tiny bit of air.
Using the hand on her head too, he swept his fingers from the base of his cock outside her throat pussy upward to her jawline, squeezing firmly. With both hands clamping down, he methodically worked upward, feeling the bubbles ride his shaft up and out her throat.
“Oghuk?!♥ Gek...!♥♥ Grrlurk....!♥”
So absorbed in purging the air, he'd risen from the bed without noticing. Brina, still impaled throat-deep on his cock, dangled from his hands gripping her neck—her mouth and throat pussy stretched in a straight line, suspended midair like a helpless puppet.
Prurrrk— Pop—
“Oh, it's coming out. Coming out nice.”
“Grrlurk...♥ Gek...♥ Glurk...♥♥”
With her full weight bearing down as he squeezed upward, lubricant-foamed bubbles erupted from Brina's throat in a frothy gush. That missing 2% tightness now enveloped his cock perfectly—a seamless unity between her throat pussy and his shaft.
Just one concern lingered.
“You can hold your breath on your own until all the air's gone, right?”
With her throat choked to extract the air, nothing blocked her nose. It was purely up to Brina's willpower to suppress her breathing instinct and maintain the vacuum. She didn't need to breathe, but the mental terror of suffocation lingered...
—Gek...♥ Kuk...♥ M-Master...♥♥♥
It was the ultimate command, smothering even her instincts. Before Master's order not to breathe, if her body craved air, then an onahole's duty was to suffocate those instincts too. Even her incorporeal mind choked and gasped as if truly breathless, overriding her flesh's urges.
Her efforts paid off—all the air bubbles finally bubbled out her mouth pussy. Brina held the vacuum until they dribbled down her cheeks and jaw.
“Good girl, Brina. You're a truly excellent onahole.”
Settling back on the bed, he pinched her nose shut again and stroked her pink ponytail tenderly. Now perfectly vacuum-sealed around his cock—mouth to throat too tight for even a moan—Brina conveyed her joy telepathically.
—Aaah...!!!♥♥♥♥♥
That praise and touch—rewarding all her torment—filled her with divine bliss, as if blessed by the Demon God she'd forsaken. Tears and pussy juices streamed down, yet she smiled radiantly at her Master. An onahole's duty was to always show her pretty face; to keep it ready for him to twist into whatever shape pleased him.
'I was right to ditch that Demon God♥ My Master responds like this—stroking and praising me...!♥♥'
To Brina, Master was now God. No mere Demon God compared to this personal deity who needed her, used her, praised her.
She craved more attention, more praise for pleasing him. No limbs was such a shame— she could only receive his pleasure passively. Her merciful Master seemed content just using her wretched form, but she yearned to serve more actively. To offer her utmost devotion to her God.
'Just endure a bit more...♥ The day I can serve my God myself...♥♥'
The thick, delicious semen Master bestowed wasn't just proof of his satisfaction. His almighty grace infused it with power to heal and grow her flesh. Hadn't her pathetic body—once only able to serve with her pussy—grown this far by his authority? Today's load was several times more; perhaps another evolution awaited. Then she could serve with a perfect body.
Imagining that day alone made her pussy gush lubricant in orgasm. The floor already pooled with her juices.
—Master...!♥ Please use this lewd Brina's mouth pussy more♥♥ Ruin it completely...!♥ Pound it relentlessly until it molds to your cock's shape!!♥♥♥
Her earlier resolve rang hollow now—orgasmic bliss hijacking her mind, begging for her own pleasure first despite prioritizing his. Pathetic. Yet her merciful Master gazed down indulgently.
“Alright, I'll ram your throat until it reshapes permanently to my cock.”
With that, Han Yeoul gripped Brina's head in both hands, reveling in her flawless vacuum grip.
“Gonna get rough, so hold your breath yourself.”
—Y-Yes...!♥ Hngp...!
Who would dare refuse such a divine oracle? Brina smothered her mind to obey. Her face flushed blue in seconds, eyes rolling back. Yet through tears, she strained to keep a smile—yielding a hauntingly perfect blend of terror and ecstasy.
Watching her face warp beautifully by his command, Han Yeoul began wielding her head like a tool.
Ju-bob! Tzubop! Thwack—! Chwaak— Chup!
Starting slow, the pace accelerated, wet slaps turning to fleshy impacts. Ignoring her face's fate, he slammed as deep as possible.
Chak—! Chwaak—! Jjaak—! Thud!
—Uk?!♥ Uuub...!♥ Keheuk...!!♥ Oook?!♥
Even facial pulverization turned to ecstasy, slamming her anew. Each time, she clenched her mind tighter against blackout, preserving the vacuum mouth pussy. Han Yeoul hammered mercilessly, as if trying to break it.
Sometimes burying her face fully in his crotch, he'd twist her head side-to-side, wiping his shaft clean with her throat like tissue. Thrusts occasionally bypassed smoothly into her throat, instead pummeling the soft spot behind her uvula—sending her quivering, pussy spraying lubricant. Like a button for her juices; he pounded it repeatedly.
Through it all, whenever possible, she'd lock eyes, gazing in utter bliss with droopy, lovesick eyes. Had fear been utterly excised from this perverted onahole?
“Ngh, haa. Urk...!”
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Now her face and his crotch battled violently over his cock. Such force would've bruised his pelvis on her bones, but Brina's onahole skeleton softened on contact—per [Onahole Absolute Dominion]'s rule: 'Onaholes cannot harm you.' Like pliant shark teeth, harmless.
Her face absorbed the full brunt, crumpling—only for [Onahole Restoration]'s auto-heal to consume semen and rebuild it endlessly. Everything about this onahole existed solely for his pleasure; of course.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
—Gek!♥ Oghuk!♥♥ Guhueuk?!♥ Kuuuep...?!♥♥♥
Her limit approached—not from weak will, but mental exhaustion. With regret, he prepped the finish.
To unload deepest, he hoisted her, flipping her body 180° around his cock as axis.
—Oghueuk??!!♥♥♥♥♥
Couldn't see her face—pity—but this buried him most stably. Upending her until her belly met his, her massive tits pressed his thighs for balance. As if this was the intended use.
Upward on tit-bounce; downward on gravity and vacuum suction. Supporting her neck firm on his shaft to avoid snapping, he mortar-pestled her toned abs' feel, relentlessly impaling her depths.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
This ecstasy neared end. Breath ragged, world fading—only his cock's warmth in her throat remained, trance-like thrusting.
Climax swelled. No reason to hold back from an onahole; he'd gift her beloved semen.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! ...Thud!
—Keheuk...!♥ Semen... toilet...♥ Mouth pussy...♥ Cum in me... please♥♥♥
“Grraaah...! Cumming in the semen toilet's mouth pussy...!!”
Bluuuuurgh—!! Blurgh—! Bllluuuuugh—!!! Pffft—! Pffft—!!