I am a feminist, let me state that first so that when I tell you what happened when I woke up the following morning and that it was, without a doubt, the most arousing morning of my life, you cannot judge me as less than I am. I believe in equal rights, and the rights of all people. Good, now that that's out of the way.
I awoke to a strange combination of sensations, none foreign but together they combined to overload my groggy perception. As I slowly shook myself from my haze I realized not only was my cock hard and enveloped in something warm and wet, but my thighs were being expertly massaged. I groaned in response to the overwhelmingly pleasant sensations and felt her increase her efforts in response to realizing I was awake. I tried to shift to get a look at what was taking place, only for a hand to firmly clasp itself down on me and hold me to the bed. I felt the warmth of her mouth pull free from my cock, exposing me to the cool air and causing me to shiver just a little.
"Ty, lover, it's rude to interrupt a bride when she's enjoying her honeymoon. Now, if you have any requests, please make them, otherwise lay back and relax, because I'm not stopping till you tell me to or I've tasted you" Monica purred. I groaned and threw my head back into the pillows, no longer resisting as her skilled mouth slowly and luxuriously worshipped my cock. She was clearly more skilled than any woman I'd known, supernaturally so. Her muscles move in inhuman ways, stroking and milking me, feeling as though I was wrapped in her pussy rather than her mouth. Her hands were still working, expertly drawing the tension from my thighs and melting them into relaxed puddles. It was an odd combination of sensations, but the best I'd felt in my entire life.
Had I not already become somewhat smitten by the beautiful enchantress I'd likely have ridden that high for as long as she'd let me, but I desperately wanted to fill her mouth with my seed and further claim my prize. I gently lay a hand on the back of her head as a warning, though I think she misinterpreted it because she instead swallowed me further into her throat without a sound, her muscles spasming around my cock head and caressing my glands. I let loose with a growl and a buck, causing her to cough and pull back, but in my rapture my hand had become unintentionally locked in place. I groaned and bucked as I flooded her throat with my seed, feeling a surge of dominant energy as I owned her throat. She desperately tried to swallow, her throat muscles grasping around me, but a torrent of her own spit and my cum washed down my shaft and pooled around my balls. As my orgasm subsided, my mind returned to me and I quickly removed my hand, freeing her to pull back and breathe for a moment.
"Monica I'm so sorry I lost control" I apologized, sitting up to look down at her. She smiled up at me through watery eyes, her chin dripping with cum and drool, her cheeks stained with ruined makeup that I suspected was intentional, and somehow managed to look more regal than any woman I'd known.
"Lover, I should be the one apologizing. I spilled some" She gave me a predatory grin and lunged forward, beginning to tongue bathe my cock and pelvis and sucking up every drop of cum. I tried to speak but I was beyond blown away, falling back onto the bed with a soft chuckle. When she'd apparently finished her task she crawled up the bed and nuzzled into my side. "Good way to start your morning?" She asked casually, drawing small circles on my chest with a black fingernail gently.
"Beyond...I mean...Ya. I...want to have a serious conversation about...everything...but you just...fuck" I muttered with another heavy chuckle, trying to unscramble my thoughts to form a coherent sentence. I felt her smirk from my side without looking, and had to smile at myself. "That was your plan wasn't it?" I asked. She raised her body up and brought her lips to mine.
"My love, I've known you for less than 24 hours, and I can already tell that two of my wifely duties are going to be draining this magnificent cock" She gave my flaccid member a gentle and appreciative squeeze for emphasis, causing me to jump a little, and my exhausted soldier to rouse slightly. "And keep you from overthinking every good thing that happens to you. I mean, and don't think me vain, but a supernaturally beautiful warlock showed up at your door yesterday begging you to be your love slave and you paused at least three times to consider the ethics of consent. When I realized I'd been hit by the dowry I feared I was doomed to be used as a concubine for all eternity, now I'm afraid I'm somehow upsetting you by sucking you off without waking you." She flopped back onto the bed with a giggle.
