Chapter 85. The Thing Overwhelmed Catherine So Hard To She Starts Choking!**
Catherine felt as though she were crossing a threshold from which there was no return. The moment her lips fully enveloped the swollen head of his cock, the world outside that small circle of contact ceased to exist.
Her entire universe narrowed down to the taste of him, salt, musk, and the overwhelming heat of his arousal.
"Mmmph... hnnngh..." A muffled moan vibrated through her throat, sending pleasant tremors directly into his sensitive flesh.
She began to suck, not with the clumsy desperation of the drunk girl she remembered being, but with a focused, almost clinical intensity that she hoped would prove her worth. She drew the tip into her mouth, creating a gentle vacuum that made her own cheeks hollow.
The sensation of the glans filling her mouth was staggering; it felt like trying to swallow a warm, pulsing stone made of velvet.
’Oh gods, it’s so sensitive,’ she thought, her mind racing even as her body surrendered to instinct. ’I can feel every ridge, every tiny vein through my lips...’
’If I press too hard, will I hurt him? Or will it make him wake up?’
Determined to perfect her technique, she began to use her tongue. She didn’t just lick; she began to circle the corona with deliberate, swirling motions.
Her tongue traced the raised rim of the head, flicking upward at the sensitive underside where the frenulum met the shaft.
Slrrrp... schlick... mmmph...
"Nnngh... ahhh..." The sound escaped her as a wet, needy whimper.
She was hyperaware of how the saliva she had already applied was now mixing with her own saliva, creating a rich, slick coating that made her tongue glide effortlessly over him.
’This is better,’ she reassured herself, her inner voice growing bolder with every successful stroke. ’This is what he taught me...’
’Control the tongue... Use the suction... Don’t just rush to explore...’
’I’m doing it... I’m actually doing it right...’
She focused entirely on the tip, swirling her tongue around the slit, feeling the way the cock twitched involuntarily beneath her ministrations. Every time he bucked slightly in his sleep, her heart leapt into her throat, but she didn’t pull away.
Instead, she leaned in closer, her nose pressing against his pubic hair, inhaling his intoxicating scent while her mouth worked feverishly on his most sensitive point.
’I can feel him reacting,’ she marveled, a surge of pride mixing with her arousal. ’Even unconscious, he’s responding to me...’
’My tongue... it’s finding all the right spots...’
’I’m not stumbling... I’m not making a fool of myself...’
’I’m... I’m learning.’
"Mmmph hnnn... ahhh mmm..." Her moans became more frequent and more melodic as she increased the pressure of her suction.
She began to bob her head slightly, the movement slow and rhythmic, ensuring that the tip was constantly being teased by both her lips and the tip of her tongue.
The sensation of the slick, swollen head sliding against her palate was almost too much to bear. Her own arousal was reaching a breaking point; she could feel the wetness between her thighs dripping onto the floor beneath her kneeling form.
’I need more,’ the thought screamed in her mind. ’This tip is perfect, but it’s not enough...’
’I want to feel the full weight of him, but I have to be careful...’
’I have to be perfect before he opens those eyes and sees what I’ve become...’
She redoubled her efforts, her tongue working faster now, swirling in tight, wet circles around the crown of his cock while her lips maintained a constant, needy suction.
"Nnngh... mmmph... ahhh!" A strangled cry escaped her as she felt a particularly strong pulse from him, the cock throbbing against her tongue like a living heart.
The hunger inside Catherine had transformed from a gentle curiosity into an all consuming fire. Her mouth was already slick, her cheeks aching from the effort of her ministrations, but the sight of the remaining shaft thick, throbbing, and impossibly long was a taunt she could no longer ignore.
’I can do this,’ she told herself fiercely, her inner voice echoing with a mix of bravado and terror. ’I’ve studied the anatomy... I know the mechanics.’
’I am not some clumsy novice... I will take all of him, and I will do it with the grace of an elven noble.’
With a determined nod that made her hair brush against his thigh, she braced her hands on his muscular quads.
"Mmmph... hnnngh..." she grunted through closed lips as she began to lower herself.
This time, she wasn’t just teasing the tip; she was aiming for the full conquest.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she began to slide the shaft past her lips. "Nnnngh... ahh... mmmph..."
Each inch she claimed felt like a victory. She watched through half lidded eyes as the thick ridge of his cock disappeared past her lips, the skin stretching taut around her mouth.
The heat was overwhelming, a solid column of furnace like warmth filling her entire oral cavity.
’Oh gods, it’s so wide,’ she thought, her mind reeling as she felt the girth stretching her cheeks. ’It feels like I’m trying to swallow a tree trunk...’
’But I can do it... I must... I need to feel every inch...’
She pushed further, her throat opening reluctantly to accommodate the invading mass. The sensation was primal, overwhelming her senses.
The slickness of her saliva made the progress smoother, but the sheer volume of him was pushing her limits. She wanted more.
She wanted to feel the very base, to feel him scrape against the back of her throat.
"Mmmph! Ghk!"
The ambition proved to be her undoing. As she attempted to take the last few inches to reach the base, the head of his cock slid past her soft palate and struck the sensitive back of her throat with devastating accuracy.
Her body’s natural reflexes seized control. Her eyes flew wide, watering instantly as her airway was momentarily obstructed.
"Ghk! Ckh! Hngh!" The sound was a wet, strangled noise. Her throat constricted around him in an involuntary spasm, and her lungs burned for air.
Panic flared. ’He’s going to wake up...!’
’I’m choking...!’
’I’m dying right here on his lap!
In a desperate move to prevent a loud coughing fit from alerting William, she didn’t pull away instead, she clamped both hands over her own mouth, muffling the sound of her coughing as she struggled to swallow the intrusion.
"Mmph! Khhh mmnph!" Her face flushed a deep crimson, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought the urge to retch and cough violently.
For several terrifying seconds, she remained frozen in that undignified position: kneeling between his legs, cheeks puffed out, hands clamped over her mouth, eyes streaming with tears while she desperately tried to regain control of her breathing.
Finally, the spasm passed. She slowly, carefully eased him back out of her mouth, her lips glistening and swollen.
"Haa... haaa... haaa..." She let out a series of silent, shuddering breaths, her chest heaving as she fought to quiet her ragged breathing.
She immediately froze again, staring up at William’s face with wide, horrified eyes.
’Please don’t wake up... Please don’t wake up from that pathetic noise...’
William merely shifted, rolling onto his side with a soft grunt, still deep in his slumber.
Catherine let out a long, shaky exhale, her shoulders sagging with relief.
"Oh gods," she whispered to herself, wiping a stray tear from her eye. "That was humiliating..."
"I’m supposed to be a master of control, and I nearly choked to death like a common peasant."
She looked down at his cock, which remained standing proud and imposing despite her clumsy attempt. It looked almost mocking now so massive, so unyielding.
"You are impossible," she whined softly, a sound that was half frustration and half worship. "How can anyone truly conquer something like this?"
"It’s not a man’s body... it’s a challenge designed to break me..."
Despite her embarrassment, her gaze lingered on the glistening, throbbing length. The failure hadn’t diminished her desire; if anything, the near death experience had sent her arousal into overdrive.
"Nnngh... ahhh... fine..."
"If I can’t take it all at once, I’ll take it piece by piece..."
"I won’t give up!"