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“I do not see the point in this.”
Setting a pillow down between Thragg’s thick thighs, you kneel on it.
“The point,” you begin, smiling up at your partner, “is for you to feel good. Simple as that.”
Thragg hums, unconvinced but not protesting against your actions. “I understood that much. But why you're using your mouth I haven't the faintest idea. Your vagina is more than satisfactory.”
Sighing through your nose, you begin stroking his thighs, slowly moving closer to his crotch where his cock hung heavy and filling up.
“Thragg, darling, it just feels different. And I want to give you these experiences.” You lean in, nuzzling your cheek against a hairy thigh, smiling at the prickling sensation. “Plus, this is like one of my only opportunities to have you fuck my other holes.”
The Grand Regent's expression didn't change, even as he looked lower down your form. “Crude.” He muttered, even as he eyed your rounded belly with something unusually soft.
Though you weren't wrong, were you? Ever since the very beginning, Thragg had only one end goal: to breed you full of Viltrumite spawn. Which meant he'd stuck to your pussy with little to no deviation, plugging you up with his cock every night and pumping you full of thick, rich Viltrumite sperm until, finally, you were pregnant with his child.
So, now that his duty was fulfilled (or rather step one of it), Thragg had no reason to strictly stick to your vagina. After all, it would hardly be a “waste” if he came in your mouth or ass or anywhere else on you, now would it? It's not like he could get you double pregnant.
Your argument had been sound and despite himself, Thragg did tend to give into your requests. And it wasn't like he wasn't curious about this… blowjob act.
So, he stripped down and sat on the edge of the bed as requested, legs spread wide enough for you to comfortably sit between, watching as you breathed in his musk and began kissing his inner thighs and crotch.
It sent a rush of pride through him, something masculine and primal. It also made his heartbeat speed up, insides feeling warm and cock twitching further to life, hardening quick until his bright tip was pushing out of his foreskin, eager to feel your flesh.
With a soft sigh, you gripped him, eyeing his hefty tool lovingly. For such a big, tough man, Thragg sure had a pretty cock.
Thick and covered in silky skin, you loved tracing the veins visible through the thick skin, loved pushing the foreskin back to peek at the flushed head. Never before had you been allowed to kiss it though, so now you were making up for lost time, smooching all over his gorgeous fat dick.
Humming, you nosed at the base, neatly trimmed pubes tickling your nostrils a bit, making you huff. Kissing lower, you licked at his hefty sack, also giving them a heart-eyed look.
They were so big and round, after all, perfect to play with– if only Thragg actually let you. But baby steps. You'd make him agree soon enough.
Above, Thragg just watched, eyes slightly hooded as he hummed occasionally in appreciation, laying a hand idly on your hand, stroking back hair.
“This is… adequate.” He says in lieu of anything sweeter; he doesn't tell you these little affections make him feel all the more sensitive down there. “Though I question the ‘blow’ part of the acts name. Would ‘suckjob’ not be more correct?”
You shrug a bit, gripping his cock by the side and pressing it against your cheek, giving it an adoring nuzzle and feeling the heat and softness.
“Probably, but that's what it's been called for a long time, so…” You pulled back, looking up as you slowly stroked his shaft. “It's just semantics, Thragg.”
Then, without further ado, you take his tip into your mouth, sucking softly.
Thragg visible stutters, eyes fluttering and lips parting in shock. A simple “Oh” escapes him as he feels your lips seal tight around him, tongue gently laving at his urethra, tingles sweeping up his cock at the foreign sensation.
“Little one–” he breathed in sharply, brows knitting together as he watched you slowly take more of him into your mouth, savouring this moment. “Perhaps I was too quick to judge.” He muttered, sounding almost normal. But you knew Thragg after months together, so you could hear the faint tremor in his tone, the ever so slight higher pitch.
By his standards, he was wrecked.
Smiling a bit, you continued sucking him off, moaning at the taste and feeling his thighs tense in response. Reaching for his balls, you juggle them before squeezing. Light, at first, then harder as you remember that oh, yeah, you can't hurt him.
A punched out groan is your response as you try to crush his nuts.
His hips tilt, one hand gripping his own thigh, fingers digging in and drawing blood while the other rested on your head, still gently petting your hair.
“Oh, little one,” he muttered something else, eyes shutting for a brief moment before Thragg forces them open again, forcing himself to watch you, to drink in the sight before him.
By the Emperor, you were beautiful. It was the one thought he couldn't escape these days, thinking it every time he saw you, even at your most mundane or pitiful.
You swallow around him, fighting whatever remained of your gag reflex as you bobbed your head and took him deep, tongue writhing against the underside of his cock while your hollowed cheeks brushed and enveloped the sides.
It was such a different pleasure from your slick cunt and its pulsing walls that Thragg was hurtling towards an orgasm quicker than he thought possible. It reminded him of the first time he mated you, how he'd spilled deep inside with just a few strokes.
You'd been deeply flattered, asking if you were that good.
Thragg had responded by fucking you through three orgasms, leaving you overflowing and twitching with ecstasy in the aftermath.
In other words, yes, you were “that good”.
“Mmm, heart–” his breath hitched. “I am close–” he warned, groaning loudly as you pulled off, hands replacing your mouth as you quickly began jerking him off, still licking his leaky tip and even grinding his member between your breasts a bit.
With a few harsh pants, Thragg came, thick spurts painting your face and tits in pure white. As he rode out his climax, he eyed the view with deep satisfaction, enjoying the way he marked you so primally.
Perhaps he'd repeat this act with you more often. Especially if it left you covered in his spend each and every time.