The Slave's Bitter Oral Service
Whether he hadn't expected me to push back this hard, or for some other reason, Terria looked impressed.
"With your mouth? You think you can handle that?"
"Nngh..."
"You don't have to force yourself, you know? Is it really necessary to go that far?"
He was surely thinking of what I'd been through. That incident, not even two full weeks ago, still lingered in my memories, tormenting me. I'd been trying so hard to bury it, but his words dragged it back up, making me shudder.
Who the hell is responsible for putting me through all this?
Terria wore a deeply sadistic expression, the kind that anticipated what was to come, flashing that vile smile of his.
"You... it's you! You're the one going off to have sex...!"
"So just let me go, then. You're the one offering to do it with your mouth—I won't stop you."
"You bastard... please, just die already..."
"For real? You want me dead?"
Even as he said it, Terria's face was bright and cheerful, hardly the look of someone facing death. He knew I would never kill him—not even poison him. Once I realized that possibility, it hit me: the greatest pain he could inflict on me would be his own death. The surest way to eliminate any chance of going back would be for Terria to die in my body.
"No, no. I take it back. Don't die. Don't... haa."
"I know. I don't wanna die yet either. At least not before you do—so relax, and just do it from the start."
"...From the start?"
"Yeah. I'll stay still, so you take the lead."
Terria spread his legs wide and beckoned me closer with a flick of his fingers—like he was calling over some stray dog he'd spotted on the street.
"Wiggle those fingers one more time, and I'll rip them off."
"Whose dog is that red collar on? Just clip the leash on over there, and you're good."
I crawled onto the bed, knelt between his legs, and glared up at him, his lecherous gaze brimming with dark desire.
"Shut up and just take it quietly for once. 'Now the slave finally looks like she's serving her master'?"
"As if a lowlife like you could ever be my mas—ghk!?"
Terria grabbed the choker around my neck and yanked it up like he was reeling in a fish. My throat constricted in an instant, my breath cut off. He stared coldly at me trembling there, my face turning blue.
"Hah, Ariel. You offered to do it instead of me going out. Did I ask you? You insisted. So shouldn't you show some sincerity?"
"Ghk! Nghk...! Let... go, guk, mmph!"
It felt like strangulation—the agony overwhelming my body. On pure survival instinct, I flailed at him with my slender arms, barely strong enough to lift a chair. Pointless rebellion, but I couldn't help it.
"You said you'd do it with your mouth. You know that? If you're not sincere, how am I supposed to be satisfied? Cursing and making it obvious you hate it—think I can cum like that?"
"Kek! Kkh. S-sorry... sorry... this... thing... p-please..."
"If you're gonna do it, put your heart into it."
Terria flung my choker away with a shove. Was he seriously trying to kill me? He clearly had no qualms about leaving external injuries—at least, he didn't hesitate. He'd said he had no sense of ownership over "my" body, and that wasn't a lie.
I collapsed face-down on the floor, clutching my throat and gasping raggedly. My disheveled hair swept up dust from the ground.
"Cough, cough. Hngh... snff. Hngh... sob! Hic...!"
Terria watched me coldly. Less than a minute, but the choker's pressure had left a long bruise on my neck. It throbbed with pain. Yet he urged me on, unconcerned by my state: if you're gonna do it, hurry up.
"Then start by taking off my pants."
"Hic. Sob... hic! O-okay... hic."
Tears born of terror and fear—I wiped them with the back of my hand. My watery eyes met his unyielding gaze. I straightened up again, kneeling as I reached for his waistband.
Was there really a reason to go through all this trouble? I shouldn't have offered to do it with my mouth. At least I shouldn't have resisted his teasing.
I need to know my place better.
My delicate, porcelain hands trembled as I gripped his waist. He lifted his hips slightly to make it easier to pull down his pants. Even through his underwear, the shape was prominent. It shouldn't have been fully erect yet, but it already asserted a massive presence. It didn't feel like my dick anymore.
I pulled down his underwear skeptically. A musky, fishy, sour male scent hit me—something I'd never noticed in my own body. But more captivating was the thing itself: even hanging soft, it was the size of my palm.
"I-is this... normally this big...?"
"Cute."
I blinked in confusion, rolling my eyes around. Maybe it just looked bigger because my body was smaller now. But size aside, did I really have to touch it—put it in my mouth?
Did I really say that? Was I insane?
No. I'd touched it thousands of times before. Ariel's cock—during showers, changing clothes, jerking off. This wasn't some stranger's dick. It was the one I'd lived with for over twenty years.
Putting it in my mouth was another matter, though.
I reached out tentatively, grasping it softly. Familiar texture, yet somehow alien. Ignoring the unease, I stroked slowly from base to tip, like petting a baby near the glans.
It began to swell—the organ now owned by someone else. Definitely weird.
"Ah...? Th-this...?"
Fully erect, it was monstrously huge. Thick as a small beaker, long as a test tube. A normal person's wrist can be encircled with thumb and middle finger—mine couldn't. Thicker than my current wrist? Impossible, even if mine was slender now...
"No way, it wasn't this big before... I wasn't this huge, I swear..."
Terria smirked, like he'd remembered something.
"Oh, I found a potion that makes it bigger. They say size matters, right? It was a pain to brew."
"Don't make crap like that..."
I vaguely recalled a penis enlargement potion in an advanced alchemy appendix. I'd considered trying it once but gave up because it was such a hassle. Mine had been above average anyway—or so I thought. Apparently not satisfying enough for him. Or maybe he'd never seen other guys'. That had to explain his eccentricity.
I sighed heavily. My breath hit it, and it twitched like a heartbeat. Veins bulged along the uneven surface, straining.
This size is practically criminal...
Who the hell did he plan to use it on? He must've intended to kill someone. If Clechia had taken it, she'd be ruined for sure. I'd saved her.
"How long you gonna make me wait?"
"......Don't rush me."
Should I just bite it off? Like before—but harder, really sink my teeth in.
But no. Making Ariel a eunuch... I couldn't.
Frustrated, I scratched my head irritably. I had no options. Every way to hurt him was off-limits. How was I supposed to win? Could I even?
"Mmph..."
I opened my mouth like eating a banana and took it in. Too big—and my mouth proportionally small, making it feel enormous. Like stuffing in a huge meatball. The meaty similarity amplified it.
The dick's scent flooded from my nose down my throat. Every touch of my soft tongue made it writhe. Salty-sour, maybe bitter... hard to tell. Is this what dick tastes like? Probably the first person to taste their own. Denying it meant admitting I was Terria, not Ariel. Vicious dilemma.
Still, familiar from when it was mine—or maybe my will—it didn't disgust me like with Lucas. I just hated the situation.
"Mmph... mm, slurp..."
I bobbed my head slowly. My tongue's ridges clung like suckers to the glans, drawing a groan from him: "Ngh...!"
"You're... surprisingly good at blowjobs, huh?"
"Shut... mmph. Mmm... ngh."
What good was talent at this? Annoyed, I glared—he just grinned wider. Seeing his face pissed me off more.
Fine. Might as well finish quick. Make him cum fast.
Slim fingers stroked from base upward softly. Tongue pointed, I teased the sides and indented spots. His hips jerked in pleasure. Then it hit my throat.
"Mmm. Mm... ngh...!"
Intermittent airway blocks made breathing hard. Sour-bitter fluid—precum—leaked out. Depressing.
At least I was a woman doing this. If I were still a man, suicide would've been better.
Terria's hand stroked my hair—like praising a good dog. I shot him a "don't" glare. But he touched my ear.
A jolt of eerie pleasure: zzzt!
"Mmph!? Mmmph... hmph...! D-don't...!"
I yanked the dick out and yelled. My teeth must've grazed it—he winced.
"Ow... no teeth. Fine, fine. No ears."
Terria chuckled. I took it back in, sucking diligently like melting a frozen popsicle. Mixed saliva and his fluids—I spat them out, couldn't swallow. Sucking hard like a straw, my cheeks ached. If it were normal-sized, doable—but this was too damn big.
Glancing up, he seemed close. I gripped tighter, stroking hard.
Terria panted, unable to hide his arousal. Was it the pretty girl with a youthful face and mature body—a pure, angelic beauty—awkwardly sucking him off? Or the teary blue eyes peeking up, watery from breathlessness or injustice, that drove him wild?
He stroked my golden hair, then suddenly gripped my head.
Dread hit as I looked up.
"Mmph...? Mmmph! Slrrph! Grrk!"
His monstrous cock slammed past my uvula straight to my esophagus. Gagging reflex clenched my throat around the glans. It throbbed in pleasure, but each twitch choked me worse.
Glans stabbing my throat depths—breathing impossible. Desperate, I tried shaking my head to pull out, but his grip held firm.
"Hngh. Hngh. Hnnk. Hic."
"Ngh...! Mmph! Mm! Mm! Ngh...!?"
Gasping around the full-mouth dick, a sparkle lit the portable crystal orb on the table.
Association or other mages wouldn't contact now. Polite Cain wouldn't call late, even as a friend. Past midnight? Only Clechia.
It flashed again.
"Ariel...? When are you coming?"
Clechia's voice from the orb. He'd said he'd come but hadn't—she was checking.
I eyed him: take it out! But he tightened his grip, choking me further.
"Mmph!? Mm! Mmmph! Nngh!"
"Quiet... Clechia? Kinda tired today—don't think I can make it. Sorry."
Was he insane? Risking her hearing? He kept thrusting into my tightening throat.
Choking for any air, but sealed tight—no oxygen. I'd die like this. I clawed his iron-hard forearm frantically.
Please, not now. She might hear. No, just... hurts. Let me breathe. I need air.
"Mmph... Oh, really? Thought something happened... okay."
"Drank too much earlier. Head hurts a bit... sorry I flaked."
"No worries. Rest up if you're beat."
"Yeah. See you tomorrow."
Terria lied shamelessly, face like steel—no twitch. Rage boiled, but oxygen deprivation fogged my brain; I couldn't even think.
"Mmph! Mph! Nngh... mm. Mmph..."
Orb off, he started moving the embedded cock—edging to cum. Throat gaps let ragged coughs, but not enough; I'd really die. Limbs went limp, vision blurred. Just end it. Felt like a male masturbator toy. Tears from sorrow or pain streamed.
The base swelled taut. Instinct screamed: semen incoming. Stomach churned queasily.
My crotch was soaked. Terria, face twisted in ecstasy, pounded like a stake.
"Ngh, cumming. Swallow it all—no spitting."
"Mmmph...! Nngh! Mm, ngh...! Mmph..."
Splurt! Splurt! Spluuurt!
Hot white spurted mercilessly. Reflex swallowed throat-full loads. Overflow filled my mouth. Fishy reek pierced my nose; mushy texture on tongue—bitter, thick—drove me mad. Maybe I already was.
Tear-streaked, saliva-semen mess of a face; unfocused eyes stared slackly at Terria.
"Haaa. So good. Why are you this good?"
"Kkhk, gkh, kkhk. Cough. Cough."
He pulled out; grip loosened—I collapsed, hand to floor, gulping air in death-rattles. Oxygen revived my foggy mind.
"Or maybe your mouth's just that great? First time for me, so who knows."
"Kkh. Hngh. Hic, haa, haa. Satisfied... now...?"
I wiped tears, forcing focus. Semen-saliva mess in view—stomach lurched; it'd been inside me.
Sobbing foolishly, I pleaded.
"Ahh, felt amazing. Best ever? Wanna go again?"
"You... fucking psycho... hngh. Hic, hic. Ngh..."
From some point, he'd gripped my head, skullfucking me—while on with Clechia, like basic courtesy didn't apply because he wasn't human.
Even if I'd offered, did it warrant this? Used as a sex toy—less than human. Pathetic, animal treatment—tears flowed.
I didn't even wipe my face, just collapsed against his leg, pounding it as I bawled.
"You asshole... hic! Hic, nghk, hngh. What the hell... why do this to me... why? Hic, how are you gonna give it back? How? How far are you gonna break me...!"