Jack's Turn Winning Her Back chapter 16 by Hero_For_Hire

The pair sat on the bed panting, both silent for their own reasons. Jack could feel the sheet beneath him harden as the fluids coating his body began to dry. He wasn't ready to admit to himself that he was effectively just raped, but his body knew it; it ached and craved aftercare. He wanted more than anything to sleep, for tomorrow to arrive and be one step closer to being big again. He closed his eyes and hoped sleep would come.

"Wow..." Freya breathed, "That was..." a small laugh escaped her and she playfully prodded Jack. "Anyone would think you'd done that before!"

Jack could only illicit a groan in response. 

"Okay, okay, message received, Mr Blue Balls!" Freya pinched Jack's foot between her thumb and finger and slowly dragged him off the bed, dangling him upside down in front of her face. "I suppose it's only fair I hold up my end..."

"Freya..." Jack groaned as the blood rushed to his head. "Can't I just go to sleep..?"

"Ah, ah, ah!" she wagged a winger at him, oblivious to his trauma. "Not before I see you satisfied..." her lips stretched into a smile, then parted as she opened her mouth. Jack stared into the dark abyss, her glistening tongue, and her impending teeth. He drew nearer to the awaiting cavern, Freya's voice echoing around him as she let out a playful "Aaaaaahh..."

Freya lowered Jack past her lips and let him drop limply on to her tongue. She closed her mouth and started feeling her way around his body with her tongue. She was already getting turned on again as she savored the taste of his sweat mixed with her own arousal, and imagined what a wild time he was having in there.

For his part, Jack was weathering the storm. He curled up into the fetal position and braced for each impact against her teeth and the roof of her mouth while her tongue lifted, rocked and pushed him like a piece of candy. He wondered how best he could put a stop to this. Words had failed, so maybe violence? Right, sure... he'd spent the last few days as Zoe's prisoner, he was starved and dehydrated, tired and weak. What harm could he do? 

Freya finally re-opened her mouth and Jack started crawling for the exit. He fell out of her mouth and into her hand. The air out here was cold against his wet skin, Freya's hand - warm. He instinctively nestled into it, like a desperate animal. 

"Did you like that, baby?" Freya's voice was sickly sweet. She gently stroked his slick body with her finger. "Aww, you look so sleepy... I guess we've worn each other out!"

Jack didn't respond. He focused on keeping warm. He wanted her to close her hand around him, let her warmth completely envelope him, but he was afraid asking her to would lead to some other "intimate" act. 

"Here..." Freya put Jack down on the bed so he was laying beside her. "You can sleep with me in the bed tonight - but no exploring while I'm asleep, you got it?" she giggled. "Just kidding! Good night, little Jacky." 

As Jack's nightmare was about to end, he was struck with one last kiss, the full weight of her head pressing him into the mattress. And then it was over... he hoped.