Was this something a hero did? 

Altare imagined, when he worked up the courage to speak to the hero, he'd be learning some kind of sword swing, a fighting move, maybe even the beginning of a low leveled spell. 

He didn't expect to be naked from the waist down on his knees with the hero's dick bullying its way down his throat. 

It hurt worse than the time he swallowed a cube of ice. Even after he forced it down the chilling sensation of it pressed against his flesh lingered. The hero's cock was just about the opposite of that ice, thick but hot, scraping his throat to the point of pain. 

Altare got no reprieve from the rigid member as he was pulled forward and back by his hair by the hero. His throat convulsed with each plunge like it was trying to keep it from reaching deeper, but it seemed to spur the hero on to jerk him further forward to breach the depths of his throat. Altare's gagging and choked noises went ignored. His hands digging into the hero's legs, scrambling with his desperation were paid no mind. Tears flowed down his face, aborted sobs catching in his chest, through his blurred vision he could see the rapture on the hero's face. His eyes gleaming with lust as he stared at how Altare's mouth stretched obscenely around his girth. 

He groaned pressing his free hand to his neck, feeling the bulge of his cock slide in and out. The extra pressure made it even harder to breathe. Altare choked out more cries wishing desperately he was anywhere but here. He was growing lightheaded from the lack of air, movements becoming sluggish, vision darkening at the edges. The hero huffed above him pulling Altare off his dick. 

Altare sucked in great gulps of air, wheezing and gasping.  The hero watched him fight for breaths before slapping his face with his cock, rubbing against his silky cheek, smearing precome and spit over his skin. Altare flinched trying to pull away whimpering when he was jerk forward by his hair. 

“Where you going? We aren't done yet. You still got a lot to learn.” The hero said with a low growl.

Altare squirmed whining, “Nooo no!”

“Haa pay attention now.” He was yanked down on his dick once more choking as his throat was cleaved open. “This is a very important skill you should develop.” The hero moaned bucking sinking deeper in. His movements were faster and rough balls smacking his chin as he used his throat like a toy. Altare went limp unable to fight the drag on his hair. The hero panted harshly above him the grunts he was making growing louder as he ground his crotch in Altare’s face. Then he went still holding his head in place coming down his throat. Strings of spit and semen dripped off his dick when he pulled out. 

Altare coughed drooling, mouth hanging open as he caught his breath. His head hurt, his throat ached, he felt sick,  he wanted to curl up and sleep and never wake again. Altare whimpered when the hero tapped his lips with his cock. 

“Clean it off.” More tears slid down his face, Altare hiccupped sniffling but stuck his tongue out lapping at the fluid that coated the member before him. The hero sighed giving him a hard pat on the head. He was slowly growing hard once more. “Good boy, such a quick learner you are.” His grip tightened on Altare’s hair. “Open.” The moment his mouth was open his cock thrust in. Altare gagged writhing fruitlessly trying to breathe as he was fucked again. The hero grinned down at him meeting his wet eyes. 

“Just a few more lessons and you’ll be a master at this.”

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Pub: 03 Mar 2025 03:51 UTC

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