Before he could even say no, Marrianetta pressed one soft finger to his lips, her nail now safely trimmed to a delicate two inches that still managed to feel dangerous against his skin.
"Shhh, dahling," she whispered, the words rolling out in that smooth, breathy cadence that wrapped around every syllable. "No need for all those nervous little protests. Your servant knows exactly what you need."
She moved with that same fluid grace she always had. Her hands, naturally soft, warm, and impossibly smooth, worked open the front of his designer pants with practiced ease. The fabric parted, and his cock sprang free, already half-interested from the sheer proximity of her but not yet fully hard. John's face burned. He was still the same nervous gooner underneath all the new power and the new body, flustered, heart hammering, brain short-circuiting at the sight of her kneeling there like a living fantasy.
She didn't wait. Her fingers wrapped around his length, slow and deliberate, stroking from base to tip in one long, luxurious pull. "There we are," she murmured into his ear, leaning up just enough that her warm breath ghosted across his skin. "Let me take care of you, sugar. You've been through so much… my poor, sweet master. Just relax and let your Marrianetta make it all better." Her voice stayed low and velvety. She kept stroking, slow and steady, her palm gliding over him with perfect pressure while her other hand rested lightly on his thigh, thumb tracing tiny circles that somehow felt maternal and filthy at the same time.
John was too flustered to get properly hard at first. His mind raced in a thousand directions, memories of the kennel, the goblin cave, the way everything had gone wrong until this exact moment, and his body hesitated, caught between overwhelming want and that old, familiar nervousness that still lived in his chest. Marrianetta noticed immediately. She tilted her head, those blood-red eyes looking up at him with soft, coaxing warmth, and her voice dropped even lower, sweet and pleading in that breathy way that melted resistance. "Get hard for me, dahling? Please? Your servant wants to feel you throb… wants to know she's making her master feel good."
The words hit him like a switch. Blood rushed south instantly. His cock swelled in her hand, thickening and lengthening until it reached its full ten inches, heavy and rigid against her palm. She gave a delighted little hum, the sound vibrating through her throat. "That's my good boy," she praised, voice dripping with maternal affection even as her fingers tightened just enough to make his knees buckle. "Such a good, strong boy for me. Look at you… all big and ready just because I asked so nicely."
She turned his face toward hers with gentle fingers on his chin, and then she kissed him. Her lips were soft, warm, and insistent, pressing against his with a hunger that stole his breath. The kiss deepened fast. Her tongue, long, slick, and far too skilled, slid between his lips and kept going, curling all the way to the back of his throat in one smooth motion. John choked a little, eyes widening as the thick muscle filled his mouth and pressed deeper, the sensation overwhelming and strangely intimate. She didn't pull back. Instead she moaned softly into the kiss, the sound vibrating through their joined mouths while her hand never stopped stroking him, slow, firm pulls that milked every inch of his now-throbbing cock.
All of it, the good boy praise, the maternal way she handled him, the way her long tongue invaded and claimed his mouth while her fingers worked him so perfectly around his rock hard aching cock, did not feel like the actions of a powerful overlord. It felt like being taken care of by someone who knew exactly how to unravel him. John's hands trembled at his sides. He remembered hearing somewhere that choking was kinda kinky, the kind of thing confident guys did in those videos, ou know those videos, he used to watch late at night. So he reached up, fingers wrapping lightly around her throat, trying to match the energy.
His overlord strength betrayed him immediately. The moment his hand closed, even gently, Marrianetta's eyes fluttered and her breath hitched for real. She was actually choking, throat tightening under his palm, a soft, surprised gag escaping around her tongue still buried in his mouth. John panicked and started to pull back, but then he heard it: a wet, unmistakable dripping sound hitting the stone floor beneath her. Her thighs pressed together, and when he glanced down he saw a glistening trail running down her inner leg, soaking the hem of her crimson dress. Her cheeks flushed a deep, rosy color that spread all the way down her neck and across the tops of her massive breasts.
She pulled her tongue back just enough to speak, voice hoarse but dripping with need. "More… please, master… I'm so wet… you're making your servant drip just from your hand around my throat." Her stroking sped up, technique immaculate, firm, twisting pulls from base to tip, thumb massaging the sensitive head on every upstroke, even without a drop of lube. The sounds of her hand gliding over his cock filled the room, mixing with her soft, breathy moans and the occasional desperate gasp when his fingers tightened again.
John couldn't hold back. The combination of her praise, the maternal tone, the way her long tongue had claimed his mouth, and now the frantic, perfect stroking pushed him over the edge in seconds. His hips jerked, balls tightening, and he came hard, thick, heavy ropes pulsing out in powerful spurts. Marrianetta dropped to her knees instantly, mouth open, face tilted up like an offering. The first shot landed across her cheek in a white streak, the second across her lips, the third painting her tongue as she caught what she could. She didn't flinch. Instead she leaned in and gave the head of his cock a quick, reverent kiss right as another spurt erupted, the soft press of her lips triggering even more, milking him through the aftershocks until every last drop had painted her beautiful face.
She stayed on her knees for a moment, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, cum glistening on her skin and dripping from her chin. Then she stood up slowly, the motion making her massive breasts sway heavily beneath the silk. She opened her mouth, tongue extending just enough to show him the thick white load pooled there, before she swallowed it all down in one gulp.