Chapter 13: The Innocent’s Fantasy and the new Cuck
The journey back crawled. Dawn’s grey fingers were already staining the horizon by the time they stumbled into a shallow canyon, its high walls offering dubious shelter. Jack’s unconscious weight dragged on Yeng’s back like a sack of stones. Yeng exaggerated his breathing, letting out labored huffs, each one pulling Suzy’s worried gaze from Jack’s ashen face to the sweat beading on Yeng’s brow.
"Th-thank you, Yeng," Suzy murmured for the dozenth time, her voice tight with guilt and exhaustion. "I don't know how we'd manage without you carrying him." Her eyes flickered over Yeng’s straining shoulders, a flicker of something warmer than gratitude stirring beneath her fatigue.
"Just… ugh… doing my part," Yeng puffed, letting his steps falter slightly for effect. Thom and Garret, scanning the canyon rim, exchanged grim looks. Lyra, moving with her usual shadow-quiet efficiency, scouted ahead, her face unreadable but her posture radiating weary tension. They all knew: one unconscious member, slowed pace, night falling – it was an invitation to predators neither Thom’s crude perimeter alarms nor Garret’s incense wards could fully deter against higher-level threats.
"Here!" Lyra’s voice cut through the gloom, sharp and decisive. She pointed to an overhang, deep enough to form a crude cave mouth. "Best we’ll find. Set up fast."
They moved with the desperate speed of the hunted. Thom hammered iron stakes into the packed earth, unspooling thin wire strung with chitinous bells scavenged from giant beetles. Garret lit pungent cones of incense – crushed moonpetal and shadowroot – the acrid smoke coiling upwards, a feeble ward against creatures below the tenth tier. Lyra and Suzy wrestled with canvas, erecting two small tents side-by-side beneath the overhang’s scant protection.
Yeng carried Jack into the larger tent Thom had designated for them. The air inside was thick with dust and the coppery scent of Jack’s lingering wounds. He lowered the unconscious man onto a thin bedroll with surprising gentleness. Jack groaned softly, a wet, rattling sound deep inThe journey back had been agonizingly slow, every step weighted by Jack's unconscious form draped over Yeng's back. Yeng had exaggerated his breathing, letting his chest heave dramatically with each labored step, ensuring Suzy noticed his "exhaustion." It worked perfectly—her soft blue eyes kept darting to him, brimming with gratitude and something hotter, something conflicted.
The party hadn’t reached the oasis before dusk. Thom and Garret had scouted ahead, confirming the danger—shadowbeasts prowled the dunes at night, drawn to the scent of wounded prey. With Jack’s condition slowing them, they’d been forced to make camp in a shallow ravine, where the wind howled through the rocks like a dying thing.
The tent was cramped, barely enough room for two bedrolls. Yeng had laid Jack down with deliberate care, arranging his scorched limbs so the man wouldn’t choke on his own spit in his sleep. Then, under the pretense of adjusting Jack’s blanket, Yeng leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
*"I’m gonna fuck your girl tonight."*
The words were a whisper, barely audible. A promise.
Suzy and Lyra had retired to their own tent, the canvas flap fluttering shut behind them. Yeng had waited, listening to the murmurs of the camp settling—Thom’s gruff complaints, Garret’s nervous humming as he set up the perimeter wards. Incense burned, the sickly-sweet scent meant to repel low-level monsters.
Inside the tent, Yeng undressed slowly, letting the night air cool his skin. He was down to his thin nightgown when the tent flap rustled.
Suzy stood there, her small frame silhouetted by the flickering lantern outside. Her eyes darted to Jack—still unconscious, chest rising and falling shallowly—then froze when they landed on Yeng.
More precisely, on the heavy, half-hard length of him resting against his thigh. Even soft, it was obscene—a thick, veined promise of what was to come.
Yeng didn’t cover himself. Instead, he wrapped his fingers lazily around his cock, giving it a slow stroke.
Suzy’s breath hitched.
His cock stirred, swelling under his touch, thickening into something monstrous. By the time it reached full hardness—thirteen inches of throbbing, glistening flesh—Suzy was on her knees.
"S-so big," she whispered, voice trembling. "S-so much bigger than Jack’s..."
Yeng smirked. "Go ahead," he murmured, voice dark with amusement. "Worship it, my little Suzy."
She didn’t hesitate.
Her small hands, delicate as bird wings, reached up to wrap around his girth, fingers couldn’t meet as they encircled him. She squeezed experimentally, feeling the weight of him, the way his cock pulsed hot against her palms. Then, with a reverence that bordered on desperation, she leaned forward and licked a slow, wet stripe up his shaft.
Yeng let out a pleased hum, watching as she took him into her mouth.
She had no technique, no practiced rhythm—just raw, hungry need. Her lips stretched around the fat head of his cock, her tongue swirling as she sucked, hollowing her cheeks. Her hands worked the rest of him, stroking in tandem with her mouth, spit slicking the way.
She was lost in it, completely consumed.
Jack groaned in his sleep, shifting slightly, his bandaged face turned toward them.
Suzy didn’t stop.
She moaned around Yeng’s cock, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. Her fingers dug into his thighs, nails biting as she took him deeper, choking slightly but pushing through, her throat fluttering around him.
Yeng tangled a hand in her hair, guiding her pace, fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts.
"That’s it," he murmured, voice rough. "Take it like a good girl."
Suzy whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as she obeyed, letting him use her mouth like a toy.
Jack groaned again.
This time, his eyelids fluttered.
Then opened.
His vision swam, blurry from pain and exhaustion, but the sight before him sharpened with cruel clarity.
Suzy—his Suzy, his loyal, sweet healer—was on her knees, lips stretched obscenely around another man’s cock.
Yeng locked eyes with him over Suzy’s head and smirked.
*Told you.
The smirk Yeng wore wasn’t just amusement; it was pure, predatory triumph. Jack’s bloodshot eyes, wide and unblinking above the scorched ruin of his face, locked onto the obscene sight before him. Suzy, his Suzy, the shy healer whose adoring glances he’d taken for granted, was consumed. Her lips, stretched impossibly wide, strained around the obscene girth of Yeng’s cock, glistening wetly in the dim lantern light. Her throat convulsed rhythmically, a desperate, gagging sound escaping her nose as she fought to take him deeper. Saliva slicked her chin, dripping onto the thin fur mat beneath her knees.
Yeng’s large hand rested gently on her head, fingers tangling possessively in her pale hair, a stark contrast to the brutal invasion happening below. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, a tender caress that felt like a violation in itself. "Good girl, Suzy," he murmured, his voice low and thick with pleasure, watching the bulge of his cock distend her slender neck with each shallow thrust she managed. "Take it all. Show Jack what a real man feels like."
Jack tried to roar, to lunge, to stop this nightmare. A strangled, wet gurgle was all that emerged, agony lancing through his charred chest as his muscles spasmed uselessly. He was pinned, not just by pain, but by the horrifying tableau. Tears of pure, impotent fury burned trails through the grime and salve on his cheeks. Below the bandages swathing his lower abdomen, the undeniable evidence of his own twisted arousal strained against the cloth. His pathetic cock, barely a fourth of the length of the monstrous thing choking Suzy, throbbed painfully, a bead of clear precum seeping onto the bandages. The sight of her, willingly submitting so completely to Yeng, was a sickening aphrodisiac he couldn’t escape. The girl who daydreamed about him was now lost in servicing this usurper, sucking with a fervor Jack had never inspired.
Yeng saw it all. He saw the tears, the rage, the pathetic bulge in Jack’s wrappings. His gaze flicked from Suzy’s straining form back to Jack, the smirk deepening into a cold, knowing leer. He didn’t need words. The message was clear in his glowing green eyes: This is your place now. Watch.
Almost an hour crawled by, measured in the wet, rhythmic sounds of Suzy’s struggle and Jack’s choked, ragged breaths. Suzy’s jaw ached, her throat felt raw and swollen, but a deep, submissive hunger drove her. The sheer size of him, the salty taste of his pre-cum, the overwhelming masculine scent of him – it had bypassed her conscious loyalty, triggering something primal and desperate. She wanted to please him, to take all of him, even as her body protested. She bobbed, sucked, licked the thick veins, her fingers kneading his heavy balls. Her own core pulsed, soaked, a traitorous heat spreading through her despite the horror of Jack watching.
Yeng’s breathing hitched, a low growl rumbling in his chest. The coiled tension deep in his groin was reaching its snapping point. He saw Suzy’s glazed eyes, felt the frantic flutter of her throat around his head. He saw Jack’s tear-streaked face, the furious, helpless bulge in his bandages. It was perfect. His hand in Suzy’s hair tightened suddenly, fingers clenching into a fist. The tenderness vanished, replaced by brutal dominance.
"Open wide, slut," Yeng snarled, his voice guttural. "Time to swallow it all."
He didn’t wait. He shoved her head down hard, burying his entire length into her throat in one savage thrust. Suzy’s eyes flew wide in panic, a choked, wet GLRK! tearing from her as her nose pressed into his pubic bone. He held her there for a second, letting her feel the impossible stretch, the suffocation, the thick bulge visibly distorting her neck like a swallowed snake. Then he pulled back, almost to the tip, the wet SCHLUCK sound obscene, before slamming back down. Again. And again.
He fucked her face with relentless, punishing strokes, no longer letting her set the pace. Her gagging became constant, desperate, her body writhing, hands flailing weakly against his thighs. Tears streamed down her flushed face, mixing with spit and snot. Each violent plunge stretched her throat obscenely, the outline of his cockhead bulging visibly beneath her skin, undulating with each driving thrust. Jack could only stare, frozen in horror and a sick, shameful arousal, his own small cock twitching pathetically within its binding, leaking steadily onto the fur. This was violation. This was ownership. Playtime was over.
Yeng’s thrusts grew frantic, erratic. A tremor ran through his powerful thighs. He could feel the unstoppable surge building, the pressure cresting. His balls tightened against Suzy’s chin. "Gonna fill that little virgin throat!" he roared, the sound raw and primal. He slammed her down one last time, holding her impaled, her throat stretched impossibly tight around the base of his cock. He threw his head back, tendons standing out on his neck.
Inside Suzy’s constricted passage, his cock pulsed violently. Once. Twice. Then it exploded.
A guttural, animalistic groan ripped from Yeng’s throat as the first thick, hot rope of cum shot directly down Suzy’s esophagus. It was followed immediately by another, and another, a torrent of seed flooding her convulsing throat, forcing its way into her stomach. He pumped relentlessly, hips jerking, emptying himself into the depths of the girl kneeling between him and her broken leader. Each powerful spurt made the bulge in her neck throb visibly, a horrifying spectacle for Jack. The wet, gurgling sounds as Suzy tried, and failed, to swallow the deluge were drowned out by Yeng’s groans of release.
Jack watched, tears blurring his vision. He saw the bulge pulse with Yeng’s orgasm. He saw Suzy’s tear-filled, unfocused eyes staring sightlessly, her body limp in Yeng’s grip. He felt the agonizing throb of his own neglected erection, trapped and leaking. A low, broken sob escaped his cracked lips, the sound of utter, cuckolded defeat. His Suzy. Choking on another man’s cum right in front of him.