He grunted and gripped the chair as he looked back out into space. It was awful. She was stuffed with cocks and he wouldn't look at her? So cruel. Any time she would shift, the cocks inside her would throb and pulse, but never move.
He huffed and the cock in her ass began moving slowly. "Fine, fine. You can have something, I guess." He said. In truth, he wasn't thinking. He was being a dick on purpose. He wanted to see her snap.
As she kept it slow, she noticed he would start growing more impatient. He was gripping the chair tight, and she could practically drown herself on his lust. He couldn't take much more.
Any moment now. When she noticed his hand twitch to grab her hair, that's when she made her move. She started to throat fuck herself again, moaning and grunting around him, casting a wordless spell to strap his wrists to his chair so he wouldn't pull her away again.
He roared loudly and the cocks inside her started pumping in a piston rhythm, his eyes burning down at her. "D-Dia what the f-fuck do you think you're doing?"
He struggled and roared loudly and suddenly broke free of her bindings and forcing her against the wall of the cockpit, thrusting his hips quickly and forcing his cock deep into her throat over and over again, rambling on in nonsense in some dead language that made her spine tingle.
Her eyes rolled back and she grunted around him with each wild thrust, loving the sudden shift in power. She could never get enough when he lost control.
He growled lowly and his cock throbbed hard, deep in her throat. His ramblings turned into almost chanting, he was saying the same thing over and over again, pounding his cock into her throat before dumping an utterly massive load. But even after that, he didn't stop.
She tried to swallow it as he kept going, having a hard time but she managed well enough. She was getting close, his torture and the cocks driving her closer and closer to her end.