His red, panting face fell back to rest against the tree trunk as he looks up to the foliage-blocked sky. Can't be long now, Sara thought, redoubling her efforts. M-maybe once he's cum, she'll rub it into her regal breasts like a moisturiser, and spend the rest of the day with that little secret hidden underneath her dress shirt and plate. G-greeting people and giving orders, h-hugging her parents, nobody knowing that just beneath her clothes... r-rubbed all the way into her stupendous jumbo breasts... o-oh, f-fuck...
With a gasp, the famed Captain pulled herself off of the swinging, saliva-covered pendulum as she had another hands-free orgasm. W-wow!! She thought as she rapidly stroked the dick, feeling that he was getting close and watching as he began gently smacking the back of his head against the tree trunk to try to keep it in. T-that won't work on me! She thought, removing her chestplate and unbuttoning the dress shirt beneath with one hand while continuing to stroke him with the other. Once her titanic pair was freed to the open air, she put that hand back to use massaging at his balls once more.
Minutes of this passed, with Captain Purcrux constantly certain that this time around was the time he'd cum. But as time went on, it seemed almost as though he would never reach his peak - his visible pleasure never plateaued, it constantly grew (and who could blame him, with a celebrated, noble, full woman like Sara Purcrux on her knees before him, stroking him towards her waiting chest?), and his penis seemed to harden and throb with exponential power, but he never came. W-what...?
Eventually, somehow, as he struggled against the buff young Captain's grip, Jim managed to squeeze some words out. "H-haaaaa~... you should g-give it uppp!! Y-you're not gonna make m-me, cuummmmmm! You- you're not- you're not enough!!"
Sara slowed her stroking (and her slight rubbing of her own hot box which she had picked up in the off time) to look up at his eyes. W-what did he just...? That's it! Sara decided that her own pleasure can wait. As h-hot as he makes her, he's still under her command, and he's still a lowly peasant! P-plus, she wanted to make him feel good. So he'll cum! Captain Purcrux' self esteem and feelings of superiority demand it!
Shifting her muddied gold-rimmed boots deeper into the mud, and spreading the dirty patch across each of her knees wider, the Captain leaned in closer and start really beating him off at speed.
"I-I bet you c-can't!" He speaks out. Each time Sara's hand slid down his shaft, she reached out with her eloquent and well-spoken tongue to give the head a little flick. His precum was coming out in big globules... he had to be close, right?!
To Captain Purcrux' embarrassment, and to the continued taunts and degradations of the plebian cartographer that the noblewoman was kneeling before, he wasn't. She could not make him cum. Every man she'd ever been with before had happily given her their loads, but she just wasn't good enough anymore. Her soft hands and pristine skin, her full lips, her talented tongue, her smooth velvet-like hair, even having her prestigious bosom on full display wasn't enough for him. I-it was really shameful... and as her arm grew more and more tired, her body giving out from exhaustion before she could make the peasant cum, she had one final hands-free orgasm before collapsing facefirst into the mud, effectively humbled. The fine inlays of her ancestral relic of a sword were filled with the thick messes natural to the forests of this new land, as the noble Captain of this expedition lay unconscious, kneeling face-down and ass-up in the mud, before the throbbing erection that had bested her so completely.
***
When Captain Purcrux woke again, she found herself laying on her back, looking up at the starry night sky. Her face was still covered in the thick mud from before, and now her back, ass, and legs were too, but at least she wasn't left to suffocate in there. She sat up and inhaled sharply as she remembered what had happened presumably hours earlier. N-no... what if he told people?? She was equally shocked to see that her family sword, her mark of office and a sign of her fine ancestry, was missing. H-he wouldn't have taken it and paraded it around the encampment, would he?
She would later find that the thing she had encountered was a monster, the first documented finding. Swaplings, as these monsters were called, can imitate any member of any species perfectly. There is only one flaw in their disguises - that a swapling can under no circumstances cum. They build in sexual intensity, but are unable to find any release.
When the Captain eventually dragged herself up and limped her way back to camp, even her glamorous hair covered in dried mud, she would find her lead cartographer missing. When one day had passed without further word, she knew that something strange must have been afoot - or at least, her paranoid feelings and (slightly arousing) shame brought her to that conclusion. She would later go on to investigate her suspicions, but for now, all she needed was a bit of time to clean up...
