Suicide and Redemption

Conza knew where this was going. He didnt want it to go there. His first reaction was to turn his head away. But her hand surprisingly and gently guided his head back to looking at Minerva and her uncovered sex. The mouse took a deep breath before doing what she wanted him to...And continuing on

“Mmmm~” Minerva purred as Conza worked over her aroused sex with his mouth. While her hand remained on his head to keep him in place, the other began to fondle her breast to help further stimulate herself. “Show me how good you are with that tongue of yours,” she said while grinning down between her legs at him.

Its funny how sexual situations and fear dont stop blood flow at all. Even Conza was subjected to becoming hot and bothered by this. That, and the fear of beaten by a naked woman made him continue on. His lower body and half-erect member grounded a little on Minerva as his very inexperienced tongue tries to please her.

A small hum escaped Minerva’s lips as Conza’s tongue began to lap at her sex. But as good as it felt, it could be better. It seemed he was much better at worshipping feet than he was at this, but it was nothing she couldn’t deal with. She shuffled forward and sat herself down right on his face, with her crotch up against his mouth and nose.

“Keep going~” she said while starting to grind her wet sex over Conza’s face, as if it was merely a tool designed for her stimulation.

Both of them were getting off on this. More Minerva than Conza, but still. She grinds herself on his face and he continued to sloppily lick her wet sex. His arm tapped out on her thigh a bit after, as he was almost at his own limits. "Okay, okay....O-Okay..."

Minerva couldn’t have possibly cared any less whether Conza was enjoying this at the moment. She was, thoroughly, and that was all that mattered. His tapping against her thigh brought no reaction from the Dane, who only continued to moan out while she ground her sex against his face. Then she threw her head back and moaned out as she finally reached her limit and climaxed, soaking Conza’s mouth and face with her juices.

Once her orgasm subsided Minerva scooted back to sit on Conza’s chest and took a moment to catch her breath. Funny, she had previously had no intention of even seeing Conza today, but now she was quite glad he had asked for this little meeting between them, even if it had gone entirely different from whatever the poor boy had been expecting.

Grinning down at the cum soaked face between her legs, Minerva reached a hand down and gently brushed it over Conza’s hair. “Good boy,” she said, speaking to him as if he were little more than a dog she owned. Then she stood and planted her foot back on his chest while she fixed and adjusted her hair. Not that he was likely to run off anywhere, but any excuse she could find to demonstrate to Conza how he was beneath her both literally and figuratively was well worth the effort to her. “It was quite nice of you to get in touch with me. We’ll have to do this again sometime,” she said with a giggle before exiting the ring.

Not bothering to get her clothes, she opened the door. Behind it her driver was standing by waiting for instructions. “I’ve finished with it. You may take it back home now,” she said. The man seemed completely unbothered by the sight of Minerva’s naked form, or even Conza in his current state. He simply waited for Conza to come along so he could lead the boy back to the car and take him home. Meanwhile, Minerva was heading up to her room for a nice, relaxing shower.

Conza was proven wrong. was that her goal? Was that what Minerva was aiming to do? Was she set on showing Conza that some people just couldnt be trusted, especially the woman who was simply just pleasuring herself using his body. When she was finished with him, she ran her hand through his hair.

He thought twice about taking this as a kind gesture. Conza made nothing but a small whimper when she put her foot on him to keep him there. He knew she had not planned for any of this to happen, but she was certainly prepared for any situation should it arise. Conza slowly, and warily, sat up when Minerva exited the ring. Having nothing to really clean himself with, he had to unfortunately improvise and use his shirt.

He looked up when she spoke. It was to the same driver that took her and him here. Of course, Conza would say nothing to him. The small man just grabbed his things and shuffled past the driver, who was to be taking him home. Conza looked at his phone, an unfinished text for help still waiting to be sent. But it seemed like that there was no one who could help him.

Even if there was, would he really want to go through the process of explaining what just happened here? Conza would delete the word and follow the driver to wherever he had to go.