Nathan jolted as the Tower Manager finished her sentence. "What? What are you ahhhmmmmmm..." He couldn’t finish his words — his cock suddenly felt soft pressure from both sides.
The Tower Manager had pressed Nathan’s cock between her vanilla-colored breasts.
She squeezed them tightly while biting her lower lip.
Her eyes stared cutely at the head of Nathan’s cock.
Not long after, she released the breast grip around his cock. Her black lips pouted, slowly approaching the tip of his cock.
A kiss from those dark lips landed right on the head of Nathan’s cock. Her mouth opened, breath intense, her tongue sliding out — inching closer to the tip.
Nathan flinched — a soft, wet texture clung beneath his cockhead. The Tower Manager’s tongue moved gently, and then, playfully, she began licking the tip of Nathan’s cock like a stray cat drinking dirty water on the road.
The Tower Manager’s tongue was still licking the head of his cock like a thirsty stray cat slurping from a murky puddle full of bacteria.
"Do you like... being played with this way?"
Her voice came softly through the panel, half-embarrassed, half-proud — like someone who had just discovered a new toy that could move on its own.
Nathan didn’t answer.
The muscles beneath his navel tightened — not just from pleasure, but from something stranger: a sense of losing control over the very thing that made him The First Legendary Dick Master.
Nathan’s fingers clenched like a cat ready to fight, his butt cheeks squeezed together from the unique sensation he was experiencing.
The Tower Manager grinned. Her tongue gently circled around the tip of his cock, saliva starting to spread as Nathan’s cockhead began to throb in response to her dancing tongue.
"I’ve always been curious... what it would feel like, my tongue on the shaft of a lowly human." she said.
Then she took the head into her mouth — slowly. As if Nathan’s cock were a cheap lollipop — the kind that causes childhood disease — her black lips hugged the tip before slowly sliding forward to welcome the mortal shaft into her heavenly mouth.
Nathan gripped the robe draped over his shoulder. Agghhh... shit, this feels so weird but... but I’m not enjoying this, I’m only being forced ahhh... His weak denial tried to resist the thankful pulse rising in his veins.
Meanwhile, the Tower Manager began moving her head back and forth. Her neck moved with gentle rhythm — like a lullaby playing softly.
"Ahmm... hmh... slrp..."
Those sounds exploded like incantations — turning Nathan’s body into a medium of saliva-soaked surrender.
The creature who called herself a higher being was now tasting the cock of a mortal with absolute delight. And The First Legendary Dick Master, as that mortal, could only endure the slippery, warm, sometimes stinging pull from the throat of a so-called higher existence.
Nathan closed his eyes. Not because of pleasure — but because of overwhelming shame. Shame that his body was responding more honestly than his own mind.
He bit his lip. His hands clenched the robe that was barely hanging from his shoulders.
Fuckk...... this is wrong. But why is my shit getting even harder?
The Tower Manager lifted her head for a moment, pulling her black lips a few centimeters away from the tip of Nathan’s cock. Her tongue still hung out like an animal that had just tasted a unhealthy sugar fluid.
"It tastes... like a mix of hypocrisy and pleasure." She smiled. Her eyes stared at Nathan’s cock like a mad scientist who had just discovered a rare chemical compound.
Nathan didn’t speak. His body was too busy accepting the rhythm of her throat — up and down — like a playground swing built with donation money from financially struggling parents.
"Ahmm... slrrp... hmh..."
The sucking sounds returned.
Every movement of the Tower Manager’s mouth sounded like an ejaculation summoning spell. And Nathan — The First Legendary Dick Master — who had used his cock to farm, to craft potions, and to defeat monsters — could now only stand still, sweating and trembling, like a little orphan waiting for his dad to come home, after he went out to buying milk.... two years ago.
"Ahmmm... hngh... slrrrp..."
The Tower Manager’s neck kept bobbing up and down. Saliva dripped between the shaft and her black lips, creating slick sucking sounds — like the symphony of a filthy mop in a lower-middle-class family’s kitchen.
Nathan stayed still, jaw locked tight.
His eyes half-open, staring at the panel that was swallowing his cock. His hands trembled, as if searching for something to squeeze — anything.
"Slrrpp... nghhh... ahm..."
The Tower Manager tilted her head slightly to the left, her tongue swirling along the inner side of Nathan’s shaft, creating a new sensation — as if her tongue wasn’t just wet and warm, but wired with perfect knowledge of which part of his cock would fry his sanity circuits.
Nathan’s body started to shake.
His hips moved slowly, instinctively — not out of will, but because his body had already filed for surrender. He didn’t want to stop it. He wanted to crash gloriously in helplessness.
The Tower Manager moaned softly, swallowing deeper. Her nose pressed against the panel. The human cock was now fully inside — her throat opened, hot, tight, and trembling like a sacred hole exposed to blasphemy.
Nathan bit his lip. "Shit... fuck... ahh..." The sound escaped like a prayer asking not for mercy — but for money and fame.
The Tower Manager’s neck began to move faster.
The suction got rougher.
Her tongue danced beneath the shaft, her lips sealed tight.
Every suck felt like it was pulling his breath out through the tip of his cock.
"Slrpp... slrpp... slrpp..."
Nathan’s hand moved unconsciously, gripping his robe like a monk who just exited a communal bath in East Asia.
The Tower Manager looked at the panel.
Her black eyes — sharp, wet, and brimming with curiosity. Between slurps, she smiled — as if to say: "I’m far from done, little human."
And Nathan knew... he wouldn’t last much longer. But just before he exploded — the panel blinked red.