How may I be of service, luv?

You're grateful as he climaxes, sending a veritable tsunami of fluid down your throat. You gasp for air as he slowly pulls out, and you can feel it slip up and off your tongue like a lewd cord. You mewl, face streaked a deep cobalt indigo, face flushed lime. You look up at him, trying to relax, but knowing that he wasn't done with you yet.

You feel sparks of pleasure as he rocks the toy in you, thumb brushing over your nook and you mewl into his bulge, trying your best to rock your head with his brutal thrusts. Your mouth wasn't made for this task at all, and it's taking all your mental capacity to keep your sharp fangs from his flesh. It hurt you when you accidentally bit your tongue, and you could only imagine how he'd react if you accidentally nicked him with a fang.

You have no chance to fend him off, as his hands pull away from your bulge and cut off your pleasant buzz. Then one moves lower and makes you shriek as he twists the toy in your ass, stretching you wider and making you whimper and struggle to hold in the tears of pain that are threatening to make an appearance. Soon enough, the pain stops enough that you can recognize that his hands are on your head and his bulge is deep within your mouth and throat. Blood is welling up in lime pinpricks across your cheeks as he holds you in place. You are a little dazed, but obediently start to suckle and lick at his bulge, trying to bring your master pleasure.